Tag Archives: desire

Pterodactyl Screams

I keep waiting

for a rain

or reign

of knowledge

to hand me freedom

 

in all my waiting

tightly wrapped

as cloak

with dagger

is omnipotent fear

 

perhaps this waiting

births sobriety

of mood

and soul

draining creative thirst

 

leaving me waiting, waiting, waiting

for pterodactyl screams

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Ode to a Madman

dance cannot be choreographed

by intellect and years of planning

the heart and ears must engage

if not, struggle to dance becomes

years of dissatisfied searching

for the right song

sing now, even if off key


For Calliope

winter yawns weary breathe

upon my creasing brow

I stand up and look about

for unused fields to plow

 

turn under words laid in haste

seek wisdom from the wind

track my eyes all around

to see what might descend

 

herein lies the marker stone

of what I think I’ve done

truth be known, outside of me

an unearthly sprite does run

 

she visits as I’m sleeping

and when I’m hard at work

never pausing long enough

for my values to assert

 

still I seek her council

looking towards my harvest

will it be found bountiful

or leave me empty hearted


Incidental Desert

where are the pieces found

a collage at the day’s end

hidden in the tissue leaves

of a tree-lined background

tightly wrapped in cloaks

every tone-deaf melody

hoping to capture & hold 

external spins of vertigo silence

before the diamond falls

from the moon

trail maps

weather wearied souls

lost


Ever Thankful

serendipity surrounds
as sun seeped slopes
erupt in evergreen hopeful
blazing hearts and trails
leaving mind to wander off
into silent slumbering solitude
soul communing with live
beating drums of eternal embrace
discovering earthen tribes that
become the rhythm that sways
branches of the tallest sycamore
while cradling the possibilities


This Way

waiting for calls

to go out in the wild

grasslands as the frontier

 a place where someone can

dance in rain split by sunrays

tramp through mud molded as clay

feel the elements wash across

a servant’s soul in answer

peering across the field

no longer in isolation

waiting for calls


Freudian Flames

i’ve got a swing in my step
it forced blood from my head  
now my ego has drifted to sleep

all thoughts have dried up
the candle has tipped, now
roof burns like dried up reeds

when the framework falls in
with only skeletons left
i think in the basement i’ll be

finding myself, in id’s selfish arms
so careless and reckless, untamed
i’ll believe i might finally be free