In the remote landscapes away from modernity
stand the stone-cold monolithic monuments.
One, the Georgia Guidestones, the American Stonehenge,
and the other, the Neolithic Stonehenge, the British cultural icon.
The stone slabs are roughly cut by primitive tools
and astronomically aligned with the zodiac design.
These are set in an intriguing geometric configuration,
wrapped in controversy, the megaliths incite curiosity.
The stones are systematically arranged, not as walls,
but as questions framed by the blocks of ambiguity,
leaning onto the winds of whispering mystery,
their shadows stretch longer than human memory.
It’s not yet known if the Stonehenge
marks the ritualistic ancient burial sites
or the prehistoric religious healing place,
erected as the conceptual symbol of peace.
The nameless builders of these structures are history now,
but the stones remain as the perplexing patterns
of their thoughts, now the sentinels of silence,
and the enigmatic ancient thingamajig of riddle.
Soaring so high
fanning the fire
spontaneity angel
of infinite desire.
Sampling the grain
exposing the
straight jacket gang...
love spilling shade
spitting lye and blue rain.
Then they deem you insane.
What they can't control
what they can't contain
they shame into silence then cage
feather and flame
sweet feather and flame.
Feather and flame
golden heart splayed then flayed.
On silver sleeves of stained-glass dreams.
They wish to stain the tigress untamed
what they can't control
what they can't conceive
to blind to see
monolithic egos
of white-hot conceit.
Feather and flame
flying so high
cornucopia of love
Capricorn on fire.
A meteor shower
chandelier cutting the gray
robin egg sky
feather and flame.
Feather and flame
precious petal ordained.
zig-zagging soul
sparkling eye
torn and alone
just another name
on a forgotten stone.
a note to my younger self
Never trust a love that rushes into
moments unaware of sacred things like
dappled sun and birds at rest in high tree
tops orchestrating springtime’s soon debut~
never trust a love that thrusts its sharp spike
into softened flesh to possess the key
that opens innocence to roguish rot,
that seeks to lock you in a cage of psych-
opathic greed and maniac decree
of monolithic sacrifice, give thought;
know yourself ~ stay free!
Spiritual Ritual Knights
Critical Cynical Fights
Brandishing their Mannish "Shwing" in Tights
Masochistic Monolithic Sights
shadows stretched
from unblinking stone
a sun dares trespass
it's obsidian skin cold
wind whispers unknowns
of forgotten wars
iron tears flown
upon obsidian flank, rust
earth exhales silence, ancient
shrouds frozen breath, dust
within its hollow soul
pushing the rank crust
pulse, violet dark
strange geometries bloom
in the frost upon a base, lost
flock of silent wraiths, gather
circles unknown speak, daggers
ravens scream, unseen
taste of ash n bone
bitter stone
in the air somewhere lingers
broken metronome, marching
sounds all shone
nowhere home, north
a ragged crone, standing
cold monolithic, grace
waiting, watching all alone
Tritina (three tercets with one final line).
I will return as you taught me to read a god gifted total benign, even after nine
I will return as you taught me to see the specific Night of Knight M Shyamalan
I will return as you taught me to listen to the nitty gritty a lot, and the system
told the family sift an autistic family food, Trying dough for far too long in frame
They are class of mishaps, birds of the same feather and you are a linear secular
practice along one way, the other one is pedagogy of monolithic behavioral norm
I told time as I wrote once a power point key. Did commit a tavern charm
Time elapses and time begins, and time stamps the truest may, say so and so.
Time has her graceful heed to vilify the cover page elsewhere, to May to mow.
They blew the divine up, with the silentmost Neon light, landed, to reach for the show!
I was walking hoity-toity
When pride tumbled to the ground
And despite its monolithic weight...
It feathered not a sound.
I stretched upon a bended knee
But my efforts were surpassed...
I found the weight... did dissipate
As it reversed to blackened ash.
I stood there for a moment...
Not sure what had turned the tide.
But if one must drop a deadly sin...
It's best to start with pride.
The End
Son, Our Love Is Infinity Deep And Eternally True
Gibraltar is a mere pebble compared to our love for you
My dearest son, your handsome face, pretty eyes we see
We think of your better welfare in all these things we do
And we pray Heaven's truest blessings upon you and me
As a baby mom and we gave our love, spoon fed to you
And around the clock we both saw to your every need
We bought you all playthings and dearest toys brand new
Watched you in your slumber, prayed you never chase greed.
Pray we in your future, you find happiness and true love
A wife beautiful and very deeply in love with you
For we know this dark world exists with its push and shove
Son, our love is infinity deep and eternally true!
May our Lord's blessings follow you all of your live long days
And we be here to help you when we are both old and gray.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
9-01-2023
Note: Gibraltar is a monolithic promontory.
Note-
Composed and Dedicated to our beloved son Justin Ryan-Tapican Lindley.
Note: I am sure that your beloved mother, Clarisa Tapican Lindley is watching over you from Heaven and praying blessings be upon you.
Are they in tune?
I close my eyes
This morning, my monolithic saga of ongoing shopping bags, on and on
And
This very morning.
They are not me, I am not them.
I learn to be
I learn to have
I learn to say
To be
To have
To say.
They. Are they in tune?
Fair-minded whale playground, compass dismisses
Ceylon sapphire zero horizon echo orchestral chamber
Forge rolling bow voyages of uncharted distance
Cut water instant recovery, oily onyx giants' undulations
Gleefully refuse gravity's hard ground insistence
Halloween door creak elaborate speak, torso of paisley
Gyrations ridicule keel knife edge flow resistance
Harried sails flap before collapse with human impatience
Dugongs admonish monolithic ships gritty missions
Adventure crave creatures flank vessels for playful races
Delight in the chase, never capture small victims
Allure fluid, serene serenades resonate clarinet cadence
October 31st
We whimsically wondered why
wandered victims by
and through our uniquely human history
of sexual trauma
and therapeutic politics
Mythically hinting
hunting
poly-resonant
mono-vulnerable
half full, half empty
gendered pantheology
Spanning spies discovering economic magic
denies political monoculturing tragic
outcomes for godlike monolithic
monotheistic empire-building
Wherein straight white males
disproportionatly championed
a revengeful
and punishing MonoPolistic Judge
polarizing One-1 omnipotent God
While unstraight
unwhite
unmasculine
marginalized
enslaved
and colonized
Would restore Mother Eartha's original
nurturing conservational economy
Nutritional ecosystemic politics
for wellness-natured spirits
Advocating sexual polytheistic immanence
imploring sacred not yet empty
circling recycling interdependence
inspiraling half-full health
pregnant with potential
sacred safety
half-empty zero-0 wombed
regeneratively polytheistic.
The none affair
The celebration ran into a Dogger bank that had
been trawled of fishy life and turned into windblown sand
of the endlessly repeated.
Take-away food and Portuguese soap triteness was
the name of the monotony.
Red-eyed by watching tediousness in action, time for bed
hoping a dream of glory would restore disappointment.
Eight hours of pre-death, the thought landscape was dark.
The morning had cold sun on the verandah, a day had gone
never to return, swallowed up by the monolithic time
The celebratory bottle of wine collects dust on a shelf.
Sad Detritus It In Eight
Sam Adams looked back
at the lost loves
Failed opportunities
And monolithic blues
That he concluded
Was the sad detritus of his life.
He sighed and went out
To the Cosmos bar for another drink.
The edge of sky engraved in horizon, a somber slate,
as on the wings of surging storm nimbus clouds ride.
For the spent golden sun to go down they don’t wait,
unleashed, in rampant rage they well up and glide.
The mute monolithic sky is shaken, shattered asunder,
peels of ebon pile descend in molten deluge of torrent.
Encompassing emptiness quaked by seismic like thunder,
flames in forked flashes in a fraction of time transient.
Cracking lightning blazes in the cold motif of azure fire,
lazuli light leaves the lingering sound to languish behind,
strikes me with deafening wave, rattling the layers of air,
burnt to ashes by the flashes that make me almost blind.
The sound sinks in the quietude of deep introspection,
the sapphire light shimmers within my serene essence.
The lilac lining of consumed clouds kindles my vision,
my soul immerses in cosmic bliss in the stream of silence.
____________
August 2, 2022
For A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest
Pay attention to the complete charge,
the complete charge is the most extra impute of all.
Criminal, complete charge.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the complete charge,
Gently it goes - the unscheduled, the duplicate, the surplus.
I saw the the brown containerful of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the brown bottle.
Now chromatic is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the brown bottle is colored.
Why would you think the continuous change is little?
the continuous change is the most big action of all.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the continuous change,
Gently it goes - the deep, the massive, the monolithic.
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