Thursday, October 31, 2019
Heavy Feather
Heavy feather
Breathe togther
Lightest weight of clearest sight
Antique hands of wrangled plans
Your hands are yours
From long before
Inherit unique
Human trait
Heavy feather breathe togther
Mossen heather mingled measure
Mountain fountain distant sound
Heavy feather never sever
Earthly mystery and pleasure
Thank your breath for being felt
Svelt seat of ease retreat
You are yourself you're no one else
You are a seat of human sight
You are seat of living flight
You are a seat of universal home
Heavy feather never lone
Heavy feather breathe togther
Our lives are but a heavy feather
Breathe apart and breathe togther
Sensual senses let down your defenses
The earth is fair let go your care
Silver thighs for easy eyes
Breathe your breath come ease your breasts
vision of parrot bearing golden fish
Parrot bearing golden fish
That speaks:
"The several swarming
tested heated arguments combine
to gift themselves, courage
(Crucible forged as they were)
A useless word to look for
To know your fear but place it aside
Like the rivers and oceans the o'look the tide
That waxes and wanes
And among all these sundered planes
A striding stair we stand apon
An between we cavalier unevenly
Reaching out a tender hand to an unfeeling cosmos
Like a portrait painted on a chapel cistene
Like a living world rendered unseen
Like a field of grass always more green
Like a loving conquest of leaving alone
Chase and unspent of it's own immortal repent
To take only the sight of what you've seen
And let be what is
Unbesmirched
Let not the very thing you cherish
Be tainted by your own looking for it
And perhaps at it
Be confident while you live
Do not allow yourself dissemble
Before you life has even left
My favorite thing about dictators
Is the way they always die, behold
The world disposes of its own evil."
Tuesday, October 29, 2019
Journeys (I)
Journeys (I):
Here's a cavalcade of staid
Laid back harried
Swooping swerving herds
Buffalish Kahnian marsupial guides
Over hills and dales
In flowing rivers of beasts
There's an easy lift that exists
To permit a select few a view
Of their own troublesome slew
An escalator that climbs higher
Placed strange to live in this
There's a bright white light
That fights with night in the sky
And the star that glows
Also charrs your bare arms
The red earth and the rocky expanse
Have no care of what lingers here
Slather your self with soothing balm
That keeps you safe from harm
As the circling birds
Call down to you with words
That you can't understand
Journeys (III)
Journeys (III)
Steady in these swirling clouds
That give us visions betwixt
A fitting curtain
Of ever repeating pattern
In the smokey misty
Clinging vapor lingering sticky
On the side of an ancient city
That was built at least
Ten thousand years ago
And below
A mountain extends
Downward from the sky flying vessel
That you've found yourself within
And it could be that this here
Sight of shallow purple cloud
That the empty monument
Stands proud about
Is only a mystery
With no history
Beyond what you yourself can stand
On this shrouded and forbidden land
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