EAGLES DANCING

I saw the eagles fly
a dance of two
across the vast in blue
wings in tandem
determination

suddenly
one was pulled away
into a cloud darkly grey
by an unknown
determination

I saw an eagle fly
a dance of one
across a lonely sky
with singular
determination....

Once a time and long ago
breathed a man who lived for show.

Cheap illusion pragmatic~
credo, maxim, catholic.

All he held as true was hid.

Self decepted invalid,
callous liar, thespian,
false his gaze, untrue mien~

truly though he fostered love.

Not due faith in stars above,
fearing flames unseen below.

Love unearned he did not sow
inexplicably was grant.

Seldom do the seeds we plant
generate such honest weal.

If our lies are what we feel,
sooth is best o’erlooked ‘twould seem~

There she runs,
Bamby of the woods of his heart,
frolicking about the low leaves
and high roots.

Look, she joys in the freedom
of the trees,
holding back the world
like some ancient harness
that binds the black god
to his stool.

There's her innocence,
leaping in the mist,
drinking of the ambience
of courtly bird songs.

He sees through the eyes
of a crouching beast:
He picks up her scent,
and his decorum is vanquished.

another night when sleep
is devoured

out of darkness
to coolly caress my cheek
a gentle
spring’s breath flutters
laced with the taste of
bitter-sweet memories

a melancholic melody
a ballad that recalls past simple days
sends soft slow blues
wending to meet my soul
with reflections on what
now seem fiction stories

an alien mass sits
inside my chest
a surreal loss of control
sends pain
that rides burnt waters to my eyes

I always wondered friend,
where you had gone into
hibernation of silence
even though you do love
most of mine
this one I just a while ago,
composed at a friend’s place,
the time was up
but I couldn't edit it.

Now you choose to comment on it
with your lovely sentiment...
Lovedly one
Not many, rather any know me,

nor will you ever too,
but on the first day of each month,
I do remember you.

The dark room

The darkness closed about my form
In think, there were my fellow travellers
They closed the spaces between our ways
A common bond let feelings be born.

We tried to think something you all should know
All things became muddled as many wanted
Then peace took over, where pure thought could rule
Tell them, tell them, though it is not for us to be cruel

iv.

within genesis,
a silent monk chanted
at a perpetual window,
thin cracks of canticle’s
completed my insanity,
at astonishing heights
invisible feet walked on air,
free of psychosis
the water rippled as I slipped,
silently screaming
into this dazzling stream
called life …

v.

clarity is and was
no cushion to float on,
its feathers,
still protrude from the
corner of my swag,
and my feet
are pierced to arch
with the stigma …

vi.

dreams churning whirling
the turbine flash

fast in the black deep
eye roam hand twitch
sleep

running quiet
and as sleek

a haunted night
turns fastly overhead
and wires moan
a dirge fest song

inside the ruins
of the maze of
dreams
the racing calm

Modern machinery mayhem
the spin of it
the sound crashing
into Tuesday on heavy streets
the pinnacle and article of hard-working man
entering day
your eyes
vistas going blind
hard edges
soon
clouding angry
discontent

where is the truth of silence
in breaking bread?

the world is a tinderbox
the heart lonely and deceived,
there are prophets amoung us
the heart's cage open

Say, young girl laughing merrily
lilt in your voice and gleam in your eye
will you hold my hand and walk with me
as teen age years race swiftly by?

Tell me young lady sitting over there
who has become the true love of my life
I'm on my knee asking you to share
hoping you say that you'll be my wife

I can't believe lady what we have done
combined our love to make a new soul
matters not to me whether daughter or son
a happy addition to our family's roll