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I was in a bar called Saint Archer . . .
it was a wild place . . . . full of drunk people
I was feeling a bit tipsy
so, went looking for the washroom
found it
and Zoltar was waiting . . .
~ have you ever heard of Zoltar the Fortune Teller
insert some coins, and his eyes light up, his arms hover
over his lit crystal ball, his mouth moves and Zoltar speaks
words of wisdom, and gives out a printed fortune card ~
the problem was that this Zoltar was speaking to me
as though I had put money in the slot (but I had not)
his eyes glowed, his mouth smiled, he had a deep voice
I moved closer to hear him . . .
~ good, good, closer my dear
the next thing I recall was spinning in a whirlwind
when the wind stopped I was not in the bar anymore ~
I had no idea where I was
but it was not unpleasant . . . it was a cozy room
welcome to my home, said Zoltar
I have made us some tea
sit, sit and lets talk about life
you don't seem the type for . . . that bar I think
well, I said . . . I'm not
~ we talked and laughed for hours
until I was getting sleepy, so sleepy
when I woke . . . I was in my bed at home
Zoltar was gone and I felt such sadness ~
later that day I went back to the bar
to the place where Zoltar had been
but nothing was there . . .
I asked the bartender about Zoltar
you must have been drunk . . . Miss
we have never had such a thing _
'Round about eight o'clock each evening the massive iron gates are closed.
The moon's mellow glow shines upon spectral scenes that are now exposed!
Phantoms that by day lie peacefully in their graves now freely roam,
Reliving mortal dramas when the earthly stage was their home!
I've never witnessed such things but I've heard from reliable sources,
That nigh midnight a spectral hearse travels about drawn by ebon horses!
Six ghostly pallbearers march behind the hearse chanting a mournful dirge,
As they escort the macabre procession and at a gloomy crpyt converge!
A specter desperado is seen dodging 'mongst the moss-covered stones,
Chased by a sheriff, his moldy funereal shroud flapping about his bones!
"Crazy Bob" Womack who discovered gold up around Cripple Creek,
Sits on his stone guzzling booze and gazing wistfully t'ward Pikes Peak!
Pat Brady, Roy Rogers' old sidekick, races about in his jeep, "Nellybelle!"
Rebel soldiers scramble from their graves and loose a fearsome Rebel Yell!
A gorgeous young wraith clad in white wafts to and fro seeking her lover,
Adding to this eerie scene, perched in ancient oaks, owls hoot and hover!
Ghostly apparitions peer from windows of the haunted chapel on the grounds.
Grinning skeletons rise from musty tombs rattling about making their rounds!
Helen Hunt Jackson, author of "Romana" resides here in her special nook.
She leans against her stone observing all, perhaps researching another book!
Chorus of birds
deafening the city traffic.
Babblers with fluttering wings
hop about in nonstop chatter.
Little sunbirds with jewel like wings
hunt their prey, who hang down
from silvery silk threaded webs.
Playful squirrels, still in their youth
race up and down
on the rough surfaces
of gnarled and aged trees and walls.
Little saplings of moss creep through
the cracks and walls.
And up on little sprigs,
meditates the lizard, inhaling the cool fresh air.
While bees buzz and hover
over fully opened blossoms
that dance in the wind.
The wind that carries a blossom's fragrance
the happiness of the birds
and the peace of the greenery.
Thus, come, breath the bliss of this Paradise
and may it purify you from within.
The outward shows itself,
It is the portrait on the canvas,
We overlook and bypass,
Its message is in the mind of the painter.
There's a restraint,
The outside is the constraint,
We need to push through its walls,
To see what is in the stalls.
It’s human to judge by the cover,
It’s what meets our eyes,
Our elements hover,
They hinder us from breaking through the ice.
It takes a painstaking effort
To push beyond the boundary,
Though we appear stationary,
We've transcended the barriers.
We're on a flight to a new realm,
We've gone beyond the helm,
Peace finds our being,
The enclosed we have seen.
January 10, 2023.
I awoke just as the ship exited the black hole
My mouth was dry, and the yearning for my love ones revisited my sole
Something moved, I saw it in my peripheral view
It was as big as a football, smooth, but my vision was still askew
I think it was the movement of my eyes that caused it to silently dart and hover over me
It was made of the same substance, like the spaceships we did see
Then a long needle came out of it and it slowly penetrated the iris of my eye
My mouth seemed to open as if to scream but nothing can out just a pain and a feeling I was going to die
I felt the pain and heard a cracking sound as it passed through the retina, then... nothing, no pain
I think it may have entered into my brain
Some how it accessed my memories and began deleting the feeling attached to my past life
I fought and managed to blocked its intrusion into my thoughts of sons and my wife
All the people I met in my life, all gone
Except three, and no matter how much it scrambled my brain searching, it found “Just a closer walk with thee” song
After what seemed forever it removed its lance from my eye
The sense of not having pain for those people was a relief but why?
I felt the wanting again for those three it could not find
Of my sons and my wife I had so cunningly concealed in my mind
I felt myself been rotated, facing down, looking through the ship at a huge Earth like world
Then everything blurred and swirled.
I woke up laying on soft lawn
The sun was rising, the beginning of a new dawn
There were thousands of people asleep on the ground
I ran checking each one for those I loved, like a bloodhound
There they were, we all made it, and were back together again
I hugged them and cried with no heart ache or pain
I looked up from this new earth and thanked God in the new heavens above
Then it dawned on me...
Each person I looked at I felt a strong sense of brotherly and sisterly love
Those Creatures were not invading our planet for all its worth
They were there to take us and give us a new beginning in a new Earth.
The destruction of man was inevitable and over due
And they were watching and waiting and some how they knew...
Your feathered words arrive tickling my ears
The tip of your nose brushes
The back of my neck
My skin awakens
I have been calling you
Calling you back into my consciousness
My heart
My soul
Speak to me.... let me hear you
Your deep voice
Your warm breath
I feel you on my cheeks
Memories of our times together
Dancing in the raindrops
Naked...laughing
Warm pink drops
Cascading through the canopy of
A million greens above us
Sunlight seeping through
A kaleidoscope throwing rays of light
Shafts and shadows embracing your form
Noir velvet and gold shimmer
An ethereal statue before me
Sitting cross legged on mammoth leaves
We press our palms together
Looking into your eyes
Past now...to before
And back to now again
A forever embrace cradled in unity
Overhead the drip drop melody of
A thousand tears
Falling from the heavens
Audible in form
We have been here before
Surrounded in green majesty
Gazing towards a swaying tribe of ladybugs
Red with black spots
Surrounded in light...glowing
Radiating love
I hover above you spread eagle
Close enough to caress your forehead
With my lips
Leaving a gentle imprint
A message of hope
Fly with me to the clouds
Where we may gallop and play
Frolicking through lush planetary fields
Fly now...ride on my white wings
Up....up ...up
Past turmoil and confusion
Tragedy and loss
Through the lavender veil
To cloudbursts and mist
Mystery and rebirth
Infinite space and distant time surround us
We gasp and giggle
Weightless vibrations inhabit us
Turning towards each other in delight
We cartwheel through the sky
And make snow angels
On the hills of magenta clouds
It wasn't like a dream
It was rather a scream
There wasn't any peaceful floating
Or victorious taunt and gloating
It was frightening and scary and red all over
Damocles dangling as the scythes hover
Everyone bawling their eyes out and
Watching me splattering on the sand
It was all gore and fury and blood and puke
It was crucifixion it was poor Luke
It was the ER with it's mangled victims
Of crashes and accidents and machine rhythms
IT WAS DEATH but it wasn't to me
As i cast aside my broken body
The only thing that wafted through me
Was the crazy fact that I was free
To watch them suffer for all eternity
Weeping when they knew I had leprosy
And would have died in coma and morose
Without hands, fingers or toes
Wildflower field tells me beauty is greed
Blooms never at rest in clay pot homes,
but in a field that sprawls to the river's edge
Wildflowers thick like curls in a Harpo wig
Hot colors straying skyward
Poppies, cosmos, daisies steal the sunlight full,
embroidered medley,
reds, blues, whites, purples
quilted composition
Colored lanterns on green stems,
Patches that fuse into each other
inextricably
like your fingers into mine
Blooms of promise to hummingbirds
who hover in jittery beats,
frenzied chorus of faith
A landscape kiss of hot human pleasure
breaking virtuous restraint
Royal skin of budding blooms,
gifted egotism
to cheer earthbound captives
dispelling petty worry
with summer's bounty
in bits of tissue-petals
A mish-mash flag of flourish
that flaps a grand sweep
spread before us
like the grace of a skilled weaver
Some things never skip beyond recollection,
instead, they hover in a secret closet of memories -
innocent moments when we had stopped to sniff...
both roses and skunk cabbage
just to find out how they earned their names
not sure who won
Too wimpy to become true blood brothers cuz no one
wanted to prick their finger first
Mom took away the broken antenna arms we used
as "Zorro" swords - thanks Mom, we can see better now
Out chasing fireflies - tripping through the dark
chasing light or
the backyard "tent out"...late and laughing over something
totally silly, as flashlights fought like Flash Gordon on
the tent ceiling
and parents looked out wishing they were ten again
as we do now...
[don’t be surprised;
life is nothing but layer after layer of time, standing still,
they are shadows marching with dignified mien but no truth in them]
someone said if you stand atop a mountain
you’ll be able to see a broader view and things
as they are, I dashed through the gentle slopes out of breath
climbed up a steep mountain struggling;
the view looking down from a summit was nothing
because the earth looking down from the mountain
was laying under clouds, covered with heavy fogs
someone said if you drift along with water
rely on its flow, you’ll find the core key of life
just as corners of stones are worn away by the current,
I jumped into the water without hesitation and went with the current;
but I was swept away into the rapids, hit by the corners of the stones,
whirled about the muddy river bed; I found myself still struggling to escape from life’s routine
someone said if you soar high and hover in the air
the end of the world will come into your hand’s reach;
I flew to the highest end of the sky flapping with huge wings
made from illusion, when the world though, came into my hand
alas, it was nothing but nil
someone said if you stand still with humility
no one will harass you, but as they pass, simply bow;
I lowered myself as much as I could, the men passed
insulting me on the way of looking down on me
as if saying “this good for nothing incompetent fellow”
leaving scornful expressions behind; even so, I suffered patiently,
before knowing, I became nil without sounds,
[nonetheless; don’t be bothered by all those detestable experiences
you went through because life is nothing but lie after lies mounted
moving thru time, a heap of standstill time; it’s nothing but a parade of
the blank-faced dark shadows]