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if time can echo

'What does the ticking of a melting clock sound like?'—overheard in Dalí
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A clock made from ice
lies on sun-scolded tiles—

the ticks go
slower,
           steadier,
                        harder—
as the pool of water
grows,
           wakes,
                      devours—

The ticks become a pounding 
beat
as the clock melts 
into throbbing muscles
From timeless to time—
From time to flowing blood—

When forms collapse into echoes...
that’s when the carol ends.

Difference

childhood and old age, 
in many ways are alike,
but with an antithetical difference.
when with time,
as children grow steadier in steps
and clearer in speech,
the old become,
staggering in steps
and faltering in speech!

Solitary Walk

Solitary walk beneath a moonlit night sky.
Sparkling river reflects moonlight as I walk by.
Geese are flying in the clouds so high.
I also see the northern lights in the sky.

Not so solitary anymore, people at the baseball field.
Houses and a church with their lights, I put on an eye shield.
Suddenly a tree appears to look like a person, so I yield.
The street light flickering brighter as the truth was revealed.

Dogs are suddenly barking from houses afar,
As I walk the street viewing glowing islands so far.
Clouds unveiling the night stars, then I see a bright star.
As I continue to smoke and fill my lungs with tar.

Solitary walk beside a moonlit river sparkling forever.
I am listening to music that fills me with fervor.
My heart pacing steadier as I take in the flavor
Of a delicacy of a drink on which I sip and savor.

Did They Always Wiggle Like This

The squirming boy was almost too much
Barber Bill was getting aggravated
Did they always wiggle like this? He wondered
Actually, they did.

The thing is…
Barber Bill’s hands are not steady any more
He probably should not be cutting hair of small boys
But he will continue,

Believing himself much steadier
And younger than he is
Feeling twenty, instead of his sixty-four.

I Have Music

i have music, mayhem and meaning in my life. a score for more and a part to the strife. i’m grounded but not without a flight plan. a steadier step for a fall apart man. It’s like i mean it and seen it. it’s a take on a stroll. a hand out for a hero and a hope not on hold. it’s a tell tale when i fell low and miss that's a mess. a heart on a here frame and a kiss that's a test.  i got made up and a mind full for a clear and a now. a past time for a good rhyme and a big for a how.

Ball and Chain

No mirror shows reflection
were it not for light and
dark, that which surrounds
and enfolds us, warms and
chills our inner – the deeper
degrees of being. Numbers,
weights and scales are our own 
inventions, for God keeps no such account, 
seeing only, who walks in with
us, and how we arrived – 
Our internal image charged
by those oscillating fuels of love
and hate; spoken and driven~the 
engines moving us forward
and back as a humanity...can stall at 
the foot of a mountain, or on a one-way
bridge – gleams that never find
a return channel to steadier stars, 
unable to escape the firmament-gravity
of super-glued ego –  

Lust for Power, jealousies, need to control
others and all else in our environments,
are some of the Balls And Chains we
sing about, rhyme and push our poetry,
while leaving our souls trailing behind – 

True Soul-life, not only sentient feelings, but
the spirit body of God appealing to us, from out
the mist of our wanderings, longing for conscious
reunion –

Getting Through

We have left the bubble of caution,
survived ourselves,

diaries are stored now like logbooks
kept only for the recording
of dates, and not those unspoken fears
that drove us to journal the days.

Summer comes pouring in,
forgotten doors are opened
in secret gardens, vineyards
of hope refresh and provide.

Looking backwards
we see cobwebs dissolving,
yet we no longer linger
in what now seems a yester-age,
but look forward and stride
with a steadier step, 

seeking out human contact 
as it were the very wine of life.

View Through the Rear Window

Did you wonder, why? 
Your child kneels on the back seat,
Watches, out of the rear window, 
as your car, gathers, speed?

Being a follower, 
you honk dip and shout,
To overtake cars ahead, 
for the thrill of an egoistic bout;

While your little one wonders, 
watching the cars recede,
To the driver he had smiled at, 
why does he no longer, heed?

Unaware you follower,
you take control of your will,
Periphery flashes past steadier; 
the car in front appears still;

Return of happiness,
as a rear car proximate,
A young boy passenger waves,
and your child reciprocate,

With those drivers ahead of you,
you doubt your grace,
Being a follower,
unaware, of the drivers face;

Fitting the Within

When our world cracks open and  throws our bodies down
When the world evaporates and turns us into steam
When  he world disfigures you and you seem like a clown
Don’t be quick to build again, there’s value in these schemes.

Many worlds are possible and here’s the pattern book
Don’t be hasty anyway, better far to look
Fearful on the precipice and fearful on the hill
Fearful of the loneliness, yet cold lovers can kill

Stand alone on trembling legs and see  a different view
When we find our destiny, we  will  feel renewed.
Everything is blurry now,  poor eyes cannot adapt
But when the legs get steadier, vision will correct.

No mother dear nor father strong can help us with their care
We must be quite separate for our new world to bare.
The world is new inside the gap where symbols grow and swirl
And across the sky above the stars dance all a whirl

Safety and security if taken on too soon
Lessen the alternatives and may lead us to doom
Courage to the child we are, courage in our hearts
In the forms now visible we will find new shape.

Less like armour plating,  more like pliant skin,
Fitting us externally and fitting the within

Verdict of God

My speed go slow
But my run go steadier
I know I am far from your fragrance
But I am sure to win your love
Singing birds inspire me on way
Sun fallow with sunshine
While I go tired
Garden of god make me fresh
I know structure of life
Sometime fall sometime rise
I have to come in front 
I have to remove fog of dark night
My vision about the truth
Make my way toward true rise
I have full faith on verdict of god
My mission to win your heart

Spiritual Maturity

Erik Erikson
described U.S. culture
as stuck in adolescence,
and a more feminist Erika Fromm,
or Erik Erikson,
might have added
Nationalistically stuck in patriarchal adolescence.

Yet in the normal course of biological events,
and spiritual evolutions,
each life,
individual and cultural,
unfolds a rudder.

Each rudder has a Tipping Point,
acting like a pre-deductive 
adolescent-curious 
rudder,
manipulated by a health-intending navigator,
like the pre-ramp lip
on a wheelchair ramp,
inviting a more cooperative initial push
     or final descent
in helpful on and off directions,
left and right,
up and down,
in and out,
back and forth,
Yang ecological economic maturity
with Yintegrative adolescent revolutionary politics,
nondual faces of one co-directing intention
toward recognizing limitations 
and liabilities 
of competitive adolescent behaviors
     too patriarchal LeftBrain dominant for fully mature unfolding,
while also appreciating more cooperatively slow 
and steadier 
eco-flowing assertions
to politically co-enfranchise matriarchal RightBrain
integrity of improved developments
of and for Tipping Point maturation.

Poetry

A return to reality, inevitable
The momentary glee, forgotten 
Dried ink, taunting my soul
My will lost, to an empty cause
An escape; an imprisonment. 

At a time of worst, a savior had come
Not superficial, for the pieces were vital
Preventing my veins from constricting
Providing a hope, stolen by life
Understanding was written; confusion concealed. 

Critical acclaim, had I garnered none
My commitment was to deny sorrow
The darkness within, had I shone out
A fake smile, affording truth
A heart that had beat only to maintain, relishing continuity. 

Paths forward inspired, a future brightened
The hurt to myself, released to its time
Regrets buried, under words of grace
The phenomenon of forgiveness, steadier
An addict's reprieve, offered through lines. 

Reading a sore nostalgia, rejuvenating wounds 
The person I have become, an enigma to myself
Some days compassionate, others cold
Some brilliant, others infantile 
Pride I cannot conceive, but poetry does relieve.

Is Gold Better

I will wait after
and even beyond super
since sans you i will suffer
now keep at your center

stay near, the bearer
you,just as my sister
your heart is my heart
will you keep me from winter?

be courageous soldier
your love is faster
it grows steadier
don't worry but answer

its hard to enter
to get one like her
for she is my prayer

is not enough one piester

you are my mother
i will not stagger
for our love will be happier
it will even be louder

is gold better?
or clean silver?
when our face grows dimmer
 our love will be shiner

A Role I'Ve Become With No Recollection

A role I’ve become with no recollection
Of when
Or why it became me

But it has 

And I look at your eyelashes when we’re lying beside each other 
And I understand a little deeper 

How a woman can mold herself to be another
How a woman is when she’s thinking about breathing 
How a woman can pretend that the mold feels natural
Even trick herself into breathing 
Steady steadier 
With a hole in her heart, always throbbing, wondering when this became her nature.

Mystery

Well, let it pass, it was only a dream
And dreams are made to melt in air
It cheered me with a passing gleam
And are realities bound more to fail
Or do they foretell a steadier beam
To gild our thoughts and soften care

Hope was wild! The mountain-rose
Brightness from its bower of thorn
Is more lovely in winds as it blows
Nor sooner, by rude tempest storm
Falls withered where in pride it rose
The joy of earth, the child of morn

That hope has fled, I knew it well
I felt it more when I loved it most 
It could not long with mortal dwell
It was a real joy from seraph tost
As over this world his glances fell
He called it back, my star was lost

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