silent night...

the

maidens ate the poisoned fruit 

given them by tongues made mute

and know not then their act imputes
the hiding of the sacred flute

the waters rampant they do run
through the night and to the sun
and in their rage the deed is done
the evil web now is spun

and if the earth should quake and shake
the gods reject and do forsake
and if of knowledge they partake
the virgins left they burn at stake

now the raging rivers sweep away
all the signs of those who stay
there is no hope for them who pray
the gods are gone from these last days

the tiger roars its ancient cries
as prophets shout from burning skies
and angels float to their demise

now silent those who are to die

now silent
all

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.

.

ticktock.....

i feel you

you know
when you come
here
even when no words
are left
i can feel you here
my body ticks
to your tocks
ticktockticktockticktock
you enter my mind
and your breath
brushes against my heart

wraps round my dreams
my breathing
breeds a life of its own
even when no words
are written
no ink spilled
even when
you are not here
but there
i feel you
here
in your thoughts
of being here
i feel you here
when you come
here
in your dreams
time measured
in gasps
of the in between
your next time
and i feel you
come
here

again

ticktockticktockticktock

 

and then - a flower blooms.....

4 am can’t even sleep
don’t know nothin’ ‘bout countin’ sheep
nbc cbs cnn news makin’
earth shakin’ humanity quakin’
images of chaos words of death
lovin’s like scenes from macbeth
sun flarin’ thoughts blarin’
skies cryin’ babies dyin’
moon phasin’ souls crazin’
global warmin’ bees not swarmin’
axis shiftin’ ozone missin’
movement and chaos life in kiosks
ice caps meltin’ where’s the smelting
mud slidin’ critters hidin’
runnin’ rivers of somebody’s homes
mountains of debris cry and moan
hunger and thirst make animals new
with only medicine for a few
big ball’s axis way off kilter
water now all on filter
breathin’ poison eatin’ chemicals
only salvation crystal skulls       
dirty waters now a’ flood
filled with fishes crimson blood
mud slidin’ down the hills
just more folks gettin’ killed
big brother livin’ in all our homes
DNA done by phone
virtual livin’ no tactile givin’
communities neither heard or felt
all goin’ on in invisible belts
children raised in the streets
no happy memories for them to keep
electronic families all plugged in
now become our next of kin
digital this virtual that
whatever happened to a little chat
wars now seem ever’day norm
taking sons and daughters from the farm
nightmares screamed in black and white
dreamin’s rampant day and night
fatal flaws become animal claws
lions roar shore to shore
enemies within enemies without
bringin’ to their knees the most devout
cycles of consciousness
holy mother to confess
gods are feared
only hate seems near
thoughts transmit and transcend
warning all of the end
we think and our thoughts create
we design our own life’s fate
spirits take flight
nothin’ to fear nothin’ to fight
but then - then -

 

 a flower blooms
and knows no doom
babies are born with a squeak and a smile
lettin’ us go another mile
a child gets fed and put to bed
nemo’s daddy searches for him
never mindin’ the tortuous swim
another day another way
brings a little hope
givin’ us light to better cope

lunar wings descendin the night

cradlin’ us soft 

in their cozy light
sister sun warms our days

wrappin’ us all in golden rays

a touch a glance
bodies meetin’ in the dance
it doesn’t take much

it doesn’t take long

 and life goes on
its arms of beauty spreadin’ up and out
and love survives without a doubt

the space between...

let me take you
to my secret place
the space between
the now and then
the place between
the here and there

that space between
where worlds collide       
and spirits ride
the crimson tide
in and out
and through again

that space between
and through the looking glass
where angels travel now en masse
to land upon the holy mass

let me take you to my secret place
the space between where time cannot erase
the place where tracks can be retraced
                   
let me take you to my secret place
the space between where life is not a chase       
the place where love begets lost grace

let me take you to my secret place
the space between where thoughts are not encased
the place where i can kiss upon your face

let me take you
to my secret place
the space between
.
.
.

would you like to hear the words spoken?

the devil's lair...

oceans dissolve mountains quake
riptides hold us to the stake
black rains spill and relentless kill
all that lives in the sacred hills

birds fallin' down from above
whatever happened to the wings of a dove
fishies sweepin' up from below
the air all around's become our foe

sun rays flare and satan glares
does no one care?
lay your soul bare
if you dare!

terra firma is no more
somethin' split the crust's charred door -           
slung it all to kingdom come
don't you know it's already done?

way too late
to meet at the gate
cause nothin's left
and the gods, they all wept

lay your soul bare
if you dare
but no one cares

nothin's fair 

in the devil's lair

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.

.

would you like to hear the words spoken?

the secret place...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

there is

a road

in the hearts of all of us

hidden and seldom traveled

which leads to

 

 

an unknown secret place

 

 

to reach into the other...

we listen to words

so we can silently

reach into the other

~

 

- this is what i want to do with you -

with my own words - with my poetry - with the images -

with all the things i place here in this blog and my other blogs -

 

i want to reach into you

as you reach into me

.

.

.

imagine...

  imagine peace

just

imagine

 

deep inside her belly....

she lay her down on the jungle floor
her self was hers to be no more
she reached inside to oceans shores
and opened wide the mystic doors
her mighty mate he did roar

then deep inside her belly 

first came the shape
the shape of things to come
the shape of all or none
the shamen did not shun
her belly now the rising sun

then deep inside her belly
next came the scream
of all your ancient dreams
nothing now as it seems
pray your gods your soul redeem
the universe her birthing stream

then deep inside her belly
came now the spirit from within
bursting through her bleeding skin
and issued forth in ravaged sin
the cosmos turn to spiral and spin
with no beginning and no end

deep inside her belly
 
.
.
.

- do we not see - 
- do we not hear - 
the signs? -
- a re-post that just seemed fitting today in light of the tuscan incident of 1/8/11 -

tell me, what is...

What is the appropriate behaviour 

for a man or a woman 

in the midst of this world, 

where each person is clinging 

to his piece of debris? 

What is the proper salutation 

between people as 

they pass each other in this flood?

how can you?

 How can you buy or sell the sky,  

the warmth of the land? 

The idea is strange to us. 

If we do not own the 

freshness of the air and the 

sparkle of the water, 

how can you buy them? 

Every part of the earth is sacred to my people.

the concurrence...

All things 

appear and disappear 

because of the concurrence 

of causes and conditions. 

Nothing ever exists entirely alone; 

everything is in relation to everything else.

i do see...

I will see 

beauty and goodness

in all things.

From all that is unlovely

shall my vision be immune.

the sea the sea...

Behold the Sea, 

The opaline, 

the plentiful and strong, 

Yet beautiful as is the rose in June, 

Fresh as the trickling rainbow of July; 

Sea full of food, 

the nourisher of kinds, 

Purger of earth, and medicine of men; 

Creating a sweet climate by my breath, 

Washing out harms and griefs from memory, 

And, in my mathematic ebb and flow,

Giving a hint of that which changes not.

THE BLACK REIGN...

oh, the black rains came
and the ocean’s in flames
      
the blood poured down
from those that drowned

red clay turned ebony dark
blue green crystals lost their mark

rainbow colors run and hide      
tryin’ to get away from the genocide

mother’s gut grows and grows
soon be birthin’ big black crows

moanin’ and groanin’ lettin’ out a howl
her water breaks and comes out foul

but nothin’ will hold her spreadin’ girth
bigger and bigger ‘bout to give birth

big ole cracks in her birthin’ bed
but ain’t nothin’ to us nobody’s said

she didn’t want it to go this way
but mother had nowhere else to stay

and so it is the demon child is born
with money and lies it’s adorned

then the doors of hell gonna open wide
and blast and spew its noxious insides

and waves of greed will hit the land
leavin’ nothin’ there not even the sand

just wonderin’ now who’s to blame
ever’body’s tryin’ to save their name

nothin’ on earth ever the same
playin and losin’ that little oil game
  
black tears pour from the gods on high  
time for accountin’ drawin’ nigh

yeah, the earth eats itself inside out
we all know what that’s about

now, BP, don’t look at me all tongue-tied
you can run but where you gonna hide?

you - and all the others like you

you haven't a clue 

where ARE you gonna hide?
where?

TO ALL OUR LIVING CREATURE COUSINS IN THE GULF...

To whales, 

dolphins, 

pelicans, 

fishes, 

shellfishes, 

planktons, 

corals, 

algae 

and all 

creatures 

in Gulf of Mexico
 

I am sorry.

Please forgive me.
 

Thank you.
I love you. 

thank you to masaru emoto for this original prayer 

and to

trish and rob macgregor for posting it 
http://ofscarabs.blogspot.com/

and so it is...

are you upset, little friend?

have you been lying awake worrying?

well, don't worry...
i'm here - 

the flood waters will recede -

the famine will end - 

the sun will shine tomorrow -

and i will always be here

to take care of you...

charlie brown to snoopy

to be whole...

to be whole

to be complete -

wildness

reminds us

what it means

to be

human

what we are

connected to

rather than

what we are

separate from

the whole...

there are no extra pieces in the universe -

everyone is here because he or she

has a place to fill - and every piece

must fit itself into the big jigsaw

puzzle