Eternal Light

ETERNAL LIGHT

The stars cease not to shine
Beyond this gaudy luminescence
Obscuring their softer light

This heart and mind of mine
Do not forget their silent presence
With closed eyes I wait for night

Brain Wave

BRAIN WAVE

A few chemicals
And electrical changes
Teeny-weeny sparks
Pray tell me do at which point
You began calling it “Mine”?

Supposing

SUPPOSING

In the gentlest of tones
She raised the question
Of whether mankind’s
Current predicament
Might not have arisen
If only we had elected
To portray ourselves
Instead as womankind

Time Fe Real Eyes

TIME FE REAL EYES

Awakened within
A drunkard’s dream

The square, the compass
Plumb line, gone askew

Current apparency
A house built on sand

All hands on deck
All hands to the pumps

To blazes with the”friend or foe?”
Time fe fess up, man, and haul

All haul, my hearties, heave
Land ho! That inner shore

Conversation (Repost)

CONVERSATION

Unacknowledged this hawk-eyed underlife;
unseen, hovering soundlessly above,
observes our attempts to communicate.
Bars and then spaces, spaces and then bars;
words and then spaces, spaces and then words.
Music, conversation in the early dawn.

My words cut glass, a trigonometry.
Yours a slice of reality TV.
Cutting edge music this, fraught with discord.
Words enfold mirrored worlds; space echoes space.
Uncharted, the space within the worlds;
chimeric, the worlds within the spaces.

You twitter from inside, captive songbird.
I twitter from outside, locked out, exiled,
feeding this bonfire of words to keep warm,
maybe finding among these words refuge,
sanctuary, a hiding place. And then
some note peeps deep within that melody,

tingles in my ear, tiptoes warily
into the light: the song of the phoenix;
lightning bolt sending a shiver up the spine.
The unwatched cauldron at last boils over
revealing us to be understudies,
stand-ins while God is otherwise engaged,

and your words creep up inside of me now
as mine inside you. Sentences repealed.
Downside is upside; outside inside out.
We come, we go, yet eternally still.
My lofty mathematical conceits
and your vacuous documentaries

abandoned in shame. Who were we fooling?
There’s me describing a sphere with tangents
and you describing the plot of some soap.
Just what the hell were we trying to prove,
sitting huddled round a word to keep warm?
Let’s leave this documentary alone.

Precious

PRECIOUS

The past is a ghost
The future a flimsy dream
But tonight is ours
For treasuring each moment
Just as though it were our last

Music Time Once Again

Ani DiFranco – Untouchable Face/Gravel

Warning: adult material and language.

Unbecoming

UNBECOMING

Wherever I have been
Whatever I have done
Has all contributed
To the now that I am

And I can
And shall
Be no other

Now
I let
It
Come to me

Next please

An Unbirthday Gift

http://www.wakingtimes.com/2014/04/07/turning-tables-four-steps-toward-autonomy-2/

Fortunately The Judge Is A Relative Of Mine

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