eye level by Ron Woodruff (BD77)

twin show visions
whispering from beneath the sour hiss
of the pump fridge coolant hum
the dust darkness smirk
as fun as the stark stare of the kitchen
window

winking red light phone
a stack of messages
before and before the tidy
hours slipped from a sun filled
departure to the midnight
arrival

blue bus thunders past the
lights a universe of flouresent
apparitions staring

i can read the walls and calculate
the codes from channel fifty four

I see them a way in the distance
Talking amongst themselves
As if there was no time
They whisper my name

Why do they gather so
Have they nothing else to do
I sing to them in thought
They laugh and know my name

“We cannot hurry” they say
“Why “I retort as if in answer
The question was long sought of
The answer was my name

I tire of your thoughts
The evening is too grand
To listen only to the starlight
I did not hear my name

Like eternal light touching ancient ground
his shadow appears to me.

Then his eyes are falling down at me,
it's summer and I'm standing in the rain.

His eye enamel touches my skin because
he knows I swear of tempera dirt all over my body.

He surrounds me like a cave and my heartbeat
becomes a heartbeat of a mountain.

As his wolf voice touches an ice crystal
love becomes the red juice stain on a child's T-shirt.

Perhaps that is how our fog gathers
in one place to have central gravitation.

Greenpeace…

Through wave after
wave of pure green
sea this great ship
will sail again,
to rise us all from
bended knee and
the greed of
Slothful men.

To breath purest air
this gift should be
given, to our honestly
educated youth.
No longer shall their
lives be monetarily
driven, let all
endeavour be
guided by truth.

silence screened
a wisk of suffusion
cold confusion

this bright winter
haze deemed
unrepentant and
strong
lets fleeting little
blossoms
un tethered
settle free

blond fields
and rushes
bending
the ice
support the
inches gaining
of drifting promises
an angel of winter

I set out to sea to see what I could see
I came upon a rock that was being mocked
I saw these scenes before my eyes I cried

I was a wayfaring stranger in a land within; danger stranger
A land not meant to be, a land I wished I have had never seen
The sights of terror, the sights of dread, and the home of the living dead

There are those who sit
at the edge of the dance,
watching the whirl
of the living

Hub and spoke
Spoken wheel

The dance lingers
in their hearts
Years beyond
the fiddlers last draw.

Lords of the air
keeping the peace
when in the right hands
dread war may cease

Lords of the air
masters of war
wreaking untold damage
an end we deplore

Lords of the air
beauty unfurled
sleek, fast and deadly
when set on the world

Lords of the air
dangerous foes
you'll pray for your life
before one of those

Lords of the air
generations of peace
destructive yet docile
if warfare should cease.

I found comfort with this ring,
Peace as I hear my soul sings;
An eternity of song for you and I,
Every time I feel you nearby.

Nothing compares to how much,
I get electrified by a single touch;
Even when you are not around,
You are in this ring to I am bound.

This ring is my profession of our love,
This ring is my protection from above,
I commit to you again as a year’s past;
Vow to you and God, assured to last.

… with this ring.