Desert shrines were canonical
before the Deluge.
The bamboo and fronds of their mouths
waved well in the sun,
and the strength of their arms shunned
the devilish romances of swift gales.
Oh, the heaths of the shrines
warmed the heart of the ancient world,
who brought the Rainbow as a gift! ...
And the shrines were holy
and kept the peace;
befriended the skies; flirted
with the blessings of furry, velvet clouds
and slept and rose with the vagaries of
a wild world.
But one day
the sun went suddenly wild;
the clouds in flamebursts tore off
their rain garments...
Deluge!
A watershed in the history of
Desert and her shrines.
Cannons boomed in the Deluge,
shook the roots of Desert
with the perdition of Pompeii
lying in one stretch of sleep...
And the shrines came crumbling!
9.00 am he was at kine's shrine,
9.00 pm luck began to shine,
10.00 pm everything just fine;
Over nothing again to pine...
"Of all gods The Handsomest: kine!
Gone he had to its shrine with wine
To change life that tasted like brine,
Soon begin to with icons dine,
And clinch Mr President's line!
Everyday to be there at Nine
And reproduce an agreed sign;
And say:"Hottest Hell is mine;
On the last day shen't fail to whine
My heart,liver and kidneys thine"
Some enact outstanding feats
of altruism in the world,
some pray, administer and comfort;
both create shrines of hope.
Yet there are others tasked to
reveal waymarks on invisible pathways,
cairns and inuksuk, signs upon the trackless;
word-symbols,
akin to rocks and pebbles.
Poets who scribble, often by chance,
point a way, and when they do
God builds a small shrine
for them also.
Thunderous roiling, tumbling, boiling, churning, burning Love misplaced,
And the rage they saw the side of Janus as he turns his face to the past,
Oh the unrequited Love shadows grim, dark, foreboding future that will ever last,
I am thunder you are showers loves lost-- a yearning now takes its place
The timelines the markers birth to death and grave
Clear as day we saw the stones that marked a path our way
Life will show us what a man can do-- and what he can endure along his lonely stay
Man's raison d être to seek Unity--One Love to divert away the pain
I come to worship in your name
I blow East you Blow West
Ah when reason fails
The devil helps to blame
That life's gone that part all the best
And splintered bones and dust our future hails
MY MIND ESCAPES RUSTLING THOUGHTS WRAPPED IN IMAGES OF ENDLESS RIVERS AND SNOW WHITE SKIES,
THIS ENCHANTMENT OF BEAUTY HAS RIPENED MY ADULT IMAGININGS,
CLOUDS DANCED WITH UNTOUCHABLE CHOREOGRAPHY,
ALL THAT IS HOME TO ME WAS INFRONT OF MY EYES,
LANDSCAPES ENTICE THE PASSIONS OF ALPINE HEIGHTS,
THE HEART OF NATURE WAS LIKE ADMIRING A SUNSET IN CHILDHOOD RECESSES,
AS I LAY IN THIS NEST OF BENDING BLISS,
IM LOST IN A RUSH OF EARTHLY SHRINES.
Of ancient shrines
Of Ancient shrines rise Prometheus
where buttressed walls crumble in the minds eye
we take our dance of cosmic chance
Colder shades then open seas in praise of life we seek
we leave it to microbial dust and enrich the mind
in symbolic rhyme
Where beauty walks a shadows edge dissolved in empty space
back to the garden of nature an age of innocence is born
like wounded faun we’ve weathered storm and awaken the
minds of men
Supernova vortexes evolve in double helix spirals of the solar wind
from protozoan revolutions
we are stardust once again
and universes are we
where up is down and in is out and all of us set free
shrines to those they lost
dotting the southwest highways
there are so many
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