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*I wrote this one a while ago, dedicated to a very dear friend of mine...I had almost forgotten about it until I came across it in a random notebook*
I walked into the house on Arkansas Street
And felt an immediate sweep of welcome
It was the first time of many visits that
I remember the excitement in her eyes
I remember her smile and her warmth
After introducing me to her sister,
We sat in the living room with cheer
As shy as I was, I felt at home
I felt received and at ease
She is my friend, and how close we have become
We know many more times are to be shared
Her mom was sweet and kind…
She worked on dinner as we played video games
Then my friend guided me into her room
And there she shared an imagination I never knew
I was in love with this girl—her mind
In a way that bonded me to her forever
It was a love so exciting and innocent
That felt no need for physical touch
I was saturated in her light—her art
And I never wanted to leave her side
Her art was where my heart belonged
Since the first day I walked into her house
I knew what we have is very special
Even now I look back at that day
And remember all the happiness and laughter
It is the love of friendship that makes me whole
And the art surrounding us comes to life
Lighting up our minds and hearts
As we join hands and as we touch
I am surprised at how much we have grown
And that excitement has never left my soul
I know each new visit sparks so much more
Something about a thunderstorm
that takes my thoughts beyond the norm,
as up above in other worlds-
a battle in the skies unfurls.
Those thunder booms, like cannons roar
and growl as dark clouds clash in war,
then send explosions through the sky,
as lightning sparks the battle cry.
How deafening a roar it makes-
for miles, like sonic booms, it breaks;
so minuscule becomes my Earth-
diminished by its cosmic dearth.
For miles, the lightning bolts reach out-
a sky that flashes all about;
another world at war up there-
of us, our Earth, so unaware.
A thunderstorm is one small part-
a cosmic wonder, battling art
that takes my thoughts beyond the norm.
Something about a thunderstorm.
i g n o r a n c e,
a contagious disease
turning specks of stars to stones,
burning bridges of life,
locked with names
engraved in gold and glitter,
leaving a s k y of sorrow
filled with ashes,
singing haunting lullabies
to the grieving galaxies,
as if there is no
space in the city of the clueless,
where walls are painted
with black diamond tears.
O watercolor forests,
where the moon sails above
trees of tranquility~
every raven has a nest to rest
when cold is the wintry eye,
roaming through dark alleys
where twilight sighs,
reverberates, and colors rise,
awakening hibernating rivers~
free-flowing like fine wine.
and here I weave
heartbeats with herbs of h o p e,
longing to waltz through
a sphere that sees
beyond
skin and i n k ...
You and I,
letting go of foolishness,
no longer spectators of actors,
dressed for a
carnival of chaos.
I am not your
defined nightmare,
echoing paranoia.
I am the silhouette of sunsets,
shaped in clover green,
signs of p e a c e.
I serenade for the weak,
with lyrics of love
amidst a choir of integrity.
see me as I am~
I am more than
the tale within narratives
you’ve long been taught…
illuminate your eclipsed soul
with sparks of
c o m p a s s i o n,
erasing egoistic stains
pulsating within veins of vanity,
for I breathe lilac and lavender,
drizzling from a lantern-filled horizon,
like jasmine raindrops
t w i r l i n g and s w i r l i n g
in tune to the rose rhapsody
of symphonic serenity.
Yet
silence
is the dialect
that speaks~
to sins that dwell within insensitive soils,
pushing roots to
s w e l l
in musical delirium.
Here's How It Is:
The atoms dance
While Space expands
Shoals of galaxies race away
Towards every point of no return
Spin and spin
Like Catherine Wheels
Firework flashes
Brilliantly blazing dazzling sparks
Against a night so deep it swallows thought
A trillion times a second,
Everywhere and Nowhere
Things are starting
Things are ending
Things are becoming
Thoughts are groping
In the spinning wheels and flashes
The sparks themselves are spinning
As are the sparks around those sparks
And so and so and so
Down again into the waiting atoms
Everything whirls
Because of this
There are worlds and worlds
Weaving themselves together.
Their billions of alien skies
Sliding over landscapes full of
Death and Life
Love and Hate
Fear and Hope
Beginnings and Endings -
Because of this
These lines are flowing.
A mind reads them,
Because of this
The whirling goes on
Out and Out
In and In
Dancing down to and up from the atoms -
All of it, all of it
Is happening RIGHT NOW
Has always been happening RIGHT NOW
Everything's awhirl, Snowflake:
So just go dance in the black Sacred Wind.
DANCE
!
'Cause that's How It Is.
* Today would’ve been their 78th anniversary - they made it to 70, and Dad was happily lucid that day. When I wrote this I had no idea how quickly this day would come. I miss them so much - Happy Heavenly Anniversary, Mom and Dad - I love you and miss you. *
~
my dearest Dad and Mom, I must
place pen to page before it’s dust
and tell you, ‘fore the years wind on -
I dread the day you could be gone
your fading bodies speak their tales
of passing time while growing frail
and yet, the worst of aging’s signs -
the dimming fog of brilliant minds
your sinews strained for my behest
to make my life so full and blessed
and now some mem’ries disappear
while you leave slowly, year-by-year
I see some precious moments drain
now gone for good - like weep in rain
but still, your love is strong and wise
it shimmers, deep, in both your eyes
I know that when I see those sparks
your love will shine through any dark
amidst the joys, and yes, some tears
true soulmates - seven tens of years
there's no gift greater, man and wife
than sharing dreams thru all your life
to have true love that's next-to-none
right there beside you, moon and sun
so, please don’t fret the fearful things
I'm here for you - whate'er life brings
you both worked hard to raise me right
now I will shine you through the night
thus, as you did when I was born
should Gabriel blow his final horn -
I'll snug you in my arms, to keep ...
and rock you 'til you're fast … asleep.
~ POETRY AGAINST POVERTY ~
( photographic art created copyright-free by the author with Gemini AI / Meta AI software )
"Aurora Spills"
Aurora spills like a waterfall
light from the eyes
saltwater tears
crocodilian
scaled in the weight of worth
a drop in the ocean of fate
breaks the seaweed fields of stories
they wave her in
rippling time away
fingertips dance mesmerising
the stinging strangers
wrapped around her legs
treading water in deep
infested notions
the coolness of
irreverent nonchalance
romantic or not
pulls her under covers
like warm blankets
heavy comfort
calls the broken
floating towards
the shabby matrix
new gates of life open
mirrors crack like eggs
the vision reflects
both light and dark
demon and saint
their remnants
embers, still
in the coldness
of prickly gloaming
like glow worm glen
fireflies red and glowing
sparks ignite
a rapturous bushfire
from cinders
billy tea leaves overturned
empty cups read
the yolk of a heart
never lies
fried casually
by the over easy
in shallow pans
of poetry
under microscopes
of blithe mordant critique
minute shards of gold
are slowly sifted
from the flotsam dross
some wisdom found
in the muddy fertile mind
shooting up
from 6ft underground
like small green plants
growing under rocks
with centipedes and
the petulant poison of spiders
in pink reflection
insurgence blooms
war never waits
silently the Pandoras smile
understanding all and nothing
of a small life distended,
swelling love
for that which was stolen
where bursting broken blue weeds
undo frozen jewels
diamonds sharp for the cutting
shiny words spells of insanity
delicious moments
melting time swallowed
spoken without voice
listening to ghosts
scratching through walls
where life floods
from glass boxes
coffins of buried treasure
banished
kaleidoscope colours
overgrowing
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“The Lady in the Lake”/ Elysian Fields
https://youtu.be/IjX8xfZ7sg0
“Out of whose womb came the ice
And the hoary frost of heaven
Who hath gendered it
The waters are hid as with a stone
And the face of the deep is frozen”
LYRICS/ “The Lady in the Lake”, Elysian Fields
https://genius.com/Elysian-fields-lady-in-the-lake-lyrics
Purity is a delicate lily of whiteness
that a sinless soul so fervently cherishes,
but finding a similar one in the whole Earth:
it's like seeking a gemstone in a forest!
Look everywhere...where's that spotless heart
in which love keeps it's whiteness intact?
And unless, it is tempted and loses favor with God Himself:
it can only expect wrath on His part as it wallows in death!
Purity is a delicate lily of whiteness,
woe to it, if it'll be accosted by a tempest
that will strip all its petals and scatter them on a green lawn:
it would have embellished any large room of an elegant home!
I, too resembled that delicate lily of whiteness,
glorifying the Father with a joy that emitted luminous sparks,
but somehow I strayed from my path and put my trust in stars:
while lusting after flesh and giving up on holiness!
Our roots are in another kind of earth
Invisible, yet felt in guts and heart
Unlike the trees that bow down at our birth
Ignorant of our roots, now torn and worse
We come to grief and all its little parts.
Our roots are in another kind of earth
Our conception, to the sperm, is merry mirth
The egg is eager for her life to start
Unlike the trees that, windy, flounce and curse.
We do not know what our deep roots are worth
Till sad we see our angels each depart
Our roots are in some other kind of earth
We grow,enlarge, and learn a language first
Then in our home grown narrative we star
Unlike the trees that bowed down at our birth
Creating love from endless tiny sparks
The form of every universe must start.
Our roots are in another kind of earth
With fabled trees entrancing every birth
Distantly wandering ~ a meadow-vast lake
Refusing to let the consumption of my heart break
Icy cold tears frost over my face & cheeks
Being lost for weeks and for weeks
Broken down ambition ~ too weak to fight
Suddenly she appears like an angel in my life
Opening the reality of a bond between girls
Determined to create a relationship that unfurls
Aimlessly waiting for years for her soul
And craving the right girl to rock-n-roll
Possessing her thoughts, body, and mind
I think I found you, baby, this time
Exhausted from search and it be nothing but fight
Finally found a woman as a possible wife
Golden and glowing ~ she inhabits my body
With limitless ways to make her happy and naughty
Be responsible to care for her ~ now that she's mine
It's been an unpleasant search ~ now it is time
To live by my side in a big world of us
Off the bat we've succeeded our series of trust
To hold her naked some days through the night
In my head bursting bright sparks of light
Kissing her lips and holding her waist
Feeling her warmth ~ memorizing her taste
Protection from the unworthy who will try and take my place
So many memories to create ~ not a second to waste
In your temple, you rewrite me with glass letters, infinitely breaking me,
And I pronounce the mantra of forgiveness, like a saint in the agony of purifying ecstasy.
Her voice vibrated, a flame in the storm, signing with the pain etched on her face,
Her finger trembling toward itself, a lost guide in the labyrinth of withdrawal.
"Why do I return to you, after you've walked me through the hell of suffering?"
There's a psalm in me, echoing, polished by the intangible dream of an answer.
Her words are like gashes in flesh, the sour of indifference cutting deep,
"I'm caught in this turbulent circle, where I can do nothing but welcome you again,
Even with a broken soul, knowing all too well, you will step into the sanctuary once more."
A metempsychosis of longing, in a cage of time, where your shadows heal in their wandering,
I carry my dream towards you, passing through the moon's fleeting multitudes.
With each reliving, a penumbra in the cutting wind, a tale with blackened pages,
Understanding with a tacit gleam, that your gates, even shattered, always wait for me open.
And so, a ballerina in the masquerade of renunciation and rediscovery, I step into the round of forgetting,
My spirit, a tapestry soaked with torment and aspiration, fluttering in the eternal story,
With every redemption of fidelity, the dance grows tighter, pulling me away from silence,
But I refuse to close the gates of the heart's understanding.
In this pantheon of the eternally slumbering, where twilight brings no amnesty,
I trace the sparks from this fateful detail, with a heart like a butterfly on an altar of forgiveness.