the gypsy moon...

the moonlight tonight

sweeps cross the sky
with its golden glory
trickling its way through the windows
of my soul over the
debris of my loneliness
leaving me naked across
the bed of my thoughts of you
caressing my nakedness with
its nightlight as i lay exposed
for you to see to touch to feel
with your thoughts
in your dreams
from wherever you are tonight
from where that same moonheat
beams down upon your own naked heart
your body’s glory defined in its light
your lovelust yearning to be set free
to be with me in my own bed
of my thoughts of you
your energy now washing away
the debris of my loneliness
 

under the moonlight tonight

- re-posted from words unspoken - 

let ecstasy carry you...

 Ecstasy carries you

completely outside

your ego boundaries. 

In ecstasy

you know yourself 

as cosmic ego,

unbounded

in time and space.

she wore a painted veil...

she wore a painted veil

to hide behind life's lost pale

and breech the space between

what it is and what it seems

on wings of wire...

 the sun no longer shines
darkness destroys the holy trine
and night slips in our minds
what now the fate of all mankind
will the planets all align
or will they surely intertwine

and now they come
they come not to be outdone
they come this way to conspire
and hold at bay the world entire
this and only this the beasts desire

they are the ones with souls depraved
and in their hearts sin engraved

darkest days to find our way
who will rule if chaos stays
they will reign come what may

on wings of wire
from skies on fire
bodies cloaked in linen robes
floating down like celestial globes
with their thoughts your soul they probe
layer on layer to the lowest lobe

feet unshod
and in their hands are lightening rods
four by four
then some more
they come
with their drums

they dig their way
from the earths dark wet caves
to come above and all enslave
and bring with them the tidal wave
but what of them the gods forgave
is there no salvage from the grave

they draw you in then slam the door
and take you through the ocean floor
they come to drain you to the core
as they are here the gods own whore
do not false prophets you ignore

lion of blue
two by two
bear of blue
what to do
the bear and lion both carnivores
and will not stop till all means more

along the waters edge
they crawl the concrete ledge

what will be when time has dredged

and nothing left but their own hedge
they are not souls among the blessed

they are not ghosts but souls in flesh

do not let them be reviled

listen to the words of the wanton child

who speaks in voices now beguiled
as she was birthed by spirits wild

read the raging signs
they tell you of the time
down from the skies falls the great blue bear
oh gods of gods hear our prayers
with seven rays of light divine
his time has run its course
the blue bear now a demon force

read the raging signs
they tell you of the time
when lord of the golden sun now roars
pray the mighty lion your soul restores
but should you wish for love and more
just hark you now the great lion’s lore

invoke you now your primal id
to do the mother’s final bid
as the sword of salvation cries
and silently slashes the weeping sky

do you hear them
do you see them
do you feel them
they are here
they are near
those you fear
they are

you

when will truth 

be revealed
or will they 

all

mankind

kill

this verse was posted a few days ago over at my travel journal - for those of you who've not been over that way, it is re-posted here - 
these words follow a recent dream in which i see two animals, a blue bear and a blue lion, appearing very totem-like, walking along a concrete ledge overlooking large waves of water - to the side, there is a 3-tiered apparatus floating down to earth on which stand in each corner of the top to levels, beings dressed in linen-white full-length hooded garments - these are the words that came to me immediately after the dream -

words unheard...

i cannot say aloud the words
that fill my heart
yet rip my soul apart

i cannot say aloud the words
that if I said
would leave us both dissolved instead

i cannot speak
in voices heard my love for you
yet in my silent screams I do

i cannot speak
of life within our stolen time
for we both know you are not mine

love unspoken
words unheard

i cannot live
a loveless life
so i go on in secret strife

i cannot live
in time stood still
yet all I have is life unfilled

the darkness of love...

darkness
came upon her
surrounded her
wrapped her
in its blanket of night
but still sleep
eluded her
evaded her
very soul
her heart racing
through thoughts of him
so far away
eyes closed
succumbed to
the darkness within
held softly in
the arms of
his own dreams
of her

lost now...

 

lost now -

the aroma of his light
that once had lit the way
out of her own darkness
the fragrance of his love
cast in a thousand wisps of windblown time
and with the loss of these
these filaments of her
there remained
only her mind
and her heart
her mind now shattered into fragments
emptied of its life flow
it, too, began to disintegrate to dissolve
into tarnished memories
memories tainted by that demon time
fading into the forest of forgotten faces
leaving only her heart
the heart that once beat to the drums
of ancient mariners
that beat as one with his
now slowed to shallow pulses
flickering dimly in the night of her sorrow
disappearing into the dank void
of what had been -

lost now

 

[feeling a bit "lost now" for words - 

hence, this re-posting of something over at "words unspoken" - enjoy!]

the next coming of the mighty bird...

the mighty phoenix

is a mighty bird alright
a mighty bird indeed
he wafted into our world once
it seems so long ago
was he ever not here

came from the ashes he did
just as he was meant to do
rising once more above it all
above the debris of life down here
rising into the brilliance of the sun
to shed his light below

he had come that once into our lives
bringing truth and beauty and light
into our world into our hearts
but then he was called
to another place
in another time
and on his mighty wings
he bravely and fearlessly flew
away
from
us
to where he had to go

and in that other place
in that other time
he was lost to us
lost to our world
it was a time
when our world
was, in deed and in fact,
darkened
and
lost
without him
without his presence
without his mighty voice
his bountiful beautiful words

and then
we were blessed by the gods that be
for the mighty phoenix was returned to us
and to us did he come
bringing once more truth and beauty and light
in his mighty voice
with his mighty words
and our world was a better place
a brighter place
for his coming

but
all too soon
the gods that be
once more became displeased
or so it seems
and called the mighty phoenix
to another place
in another time
and to the other place in that other time
the mighty phoenix has bravely and fearlessly flown
away
from
us
to where he has to go

and so it is
that now we wait
we wait
for his coming again
we wait in our world
darkened by his absence
empty without his words
we wait
for the mighty phoenix
to rise once more
above it all
and with him bringing
truth and beauty and light

for he is
the mighty phoenix
the mighty phoenix who
came from the ashes he did
just as he was meant to do
rising once more above it all
above the debris of life down here
rising into the brilliance of the sun
to shed his light below
here
with
us

we
wait

thinking of you,
our pal

thy will be done...

autumn comes

thy will be done

lifeless leaves loose their grip

falling now for that final trip

swept to the shore by whispers of dreams

float away in swirls blue and green

soft subtle shadows rush to the night

calling your name in love's lost light

and so many memories of you

what am i to do
 autumn comes

we ain't talkin' cotton...

fields of white fluff
flecked in twigs of brown
holding up skies of whisperin' strings of dreams
hanging on the old plantation tree
bayous brimmin' with nightmares
of babies born to die in chains
ghosts of dark annie’s red-haired girl child
now runnin' free in the big house
the big house of her sperm daddy
balls of white turned scarlet red
with the blood-fingers of those starvin' chained souls
waters turned stagnant from closed minds and hearts of stone
epithets of brown skinned souls etched
into tree trunks by the noose round their neck
spirits swing there in the silence of their crimes
murder by any other name
murder still
nothin’ civil ‘bout a civil war
rivers run red
from crimes of the bed
all those hopes now laying dead
with babies born but never fed

rivers run red
bodies of white
held by brown arms already dead
ain’t none of it never ‘nough
murder by any other name
murder still while
rivers run red

and we ain’t talkin’ cotton

this piece was scribbled in my notebook literally as i drove through the cotton fields of arkansas on my recent trip - there is no editing from the original words - no particular format of "poetry" here - just a rambling stream of consciousness arising from the spirits speaking from those timeless fields of slavery - 

 

to U -

i see your footprints 'round the campfire from time to time

and feel the warmth of Ur gentle gaelic spirit -

be well and know that U are missed

and thought of with much affection, my friend -