Fall from Innocence

You found out that things can’t always be

just neat and clean and bright.

You found out that sometimes right ain’t strong

and wrong is right.

You found out a lot that Ma and Pa’d 

never want you to know.

You’re found out in the streets in the snow 

    with nowhere to go.

Ain’t it a bitch, what you’ve found out.

Ain’t you a bitch when you’re found out.

You ain’t so sweet and true anymore

The world ain’t pink and blue anymore

And you’re living in a world that

wasn’t just made for you.

libra’s child

What is this “love” that pulls me to you?

A gauze of hope, desire, imagination

woven with faery dust, tied by good strong cord.

Pulse arousing, clinging, anchoring and ringing,

those siren bells of joyous meeting.

I am beguiled by those bells, ringing in the clouds

while rain weeps down

gently on my fingertips.

You have kissed these hands, quickened by surprise.

Enchanted interludes, moments between time,

so that time drags now, drags me down

harshly weighted.

It was but theater of

aspired visions weaving.

Would that I could gaily entertain,

remain curious and blithely

naive child.

Would that it be enough

to trip veils’ ecstatic trance,

loving intricacies

of intimacy.

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Enchanted Garden

 

Homespun among

cozy field of roses.

Gated inside lush technicolor paradise.

Who would think once?

None would think twice.

Overpowered by rose scent,

velvet elegance, dazzling sensation.

Safe from dangers outside

this cinematic fence.

Who would knock once?

Who would knock thrice,

open the spell?

Who would give wishes a

wishing well, instill water with

witch’s wiles under potent roses?

Remember the curse.

Remember fairies bedecked in roses.

Remember you begged for a chance,

a second of sight.

Then begged to forever forget.

Stoic soldiers,

wistful roses of forgetfulness.

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You

“You” is ambiguous.

Do I mean You — over there, second from the left, with the gold scarab pendant

Or You — every blessed one of you out there who is not me?

Or some grouping inbetween?

A failure of the English language? I think not.

Because ultimately

There are but two worlds: The one in here of me

And the one out there.

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Libra

The scales of Justice

Yin and Yang

The interchange of love

A world in perfect balance

Twixt summer/winter extremes

The perfect beauty of sun shining

on rainbow puddles

reflecting the brilliant colors

of changing leaves.

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For This Day

In the beginning,

before integral threads unfurled

for reassignment,

feral forces churned, thrashed in

throes of creation.

Telescoping backward,

witness chaotic magic

explode,

riotous storms,

vivid electricity,

eternity singing in words

unfathomable.

Over vast escapade,

threads weave into fabric.

Recognizable forms

coalesce into destinies.

This great projectile vitality,

infinitely recombining.

Locate pleasure in distinct moments

tied in gaily colored threads

for remembrance.

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Exoteric

In the center

a quiet stream

for reflection

ebbing outward

gentle ripples

bathed in sunshine ease

further circle, at the shoreline

dramas, comedy, tragedy, rhapsody,

stirring panoply of humanity 

for reflection

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Peace on Earth Montage

Banal terrors,

tortures entailed schoolyard to street.

Hostile besiegers leap out, shove face to ground,

strike with weaponized names,

galvanized noise, militant toys.

No space to listen, reflect,  learn how

we could peacefully heal.

Its all teeth and claws, everyday wars,

every night prayers of repent.  Every

penny spent to hold back the blame,

shame, certainty that all paths forward

lead to more of the same.

*

Battle wary, ready for rest, to shelter.

Close this sorry chapter; relax, restore.

Warm, reminiscent of

the peace we would gladly fight for.

May wise rapprochement emerge, endure.

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Ease of peace in contemplation, bliss of

transcendent imagery, artful conversation.

Heart strings ring in symphonic actuation.

Bring forward radiant pools of welcoming

within cooperation, reflections change.

*

Energy dervishes, drunk from fruits of Earth, swirl

into ecstasy; face becoming.  Sun falls from Western skies.

Inner space aligns.

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Soft sensuous clouds drift and blend

as crepuscular iridescent glow descends.

Below, welcoming evening lights,

drowsy trees, cozy homes, familiar rites.

Recall of feasts, merry meets, gift of returning friends

evokes deeply desired peace, belonging, generous amends.

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Caught up in days’ parade; now take it in.

Peaceful moments safe with friends and kin.

Joys of open grace, sad tinge of loss.

Simple blessings, call of goals beyond.

Under dispersing clouds, upon solid ground,

jaunty walk intent on happy thoughts.

*

Joyful thoughts, peace, ease, mirth,

the elation of happy news lilting through the Earth.

I send you a bubble of better days.

Breathe.

Feel complete

if only for this moment.

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Surprised by a cardinal —

Cadillac red against white blossoms.

Kind wind; lazy, cloud sheeted Sun.

Bliss, no distraction discerned.

Fresh semester blessings, seeds return.

Earth spins; we want answers that

assure us yes, so wise, we are the One

promised.  Cardinal bright, distinct,

against amorphous grays.  Fancy and free.

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Celebrate Laziness!

Mentor of Invention,

this easy first cousin to Peace.

Proclaim, reclaim, claim

such lovely virtue,

calmly, with gentle elegance,

languid flourish, impish wink.

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Wealth of starlight, bed of Earth

Every miracle seeking birth

Clouds arouse the care of air

Music flows through every where

Simple glass of lake serene

Holds my I to reflecting screen

Turn to turn, each glint a prize

This world revealed through peace cleansed eyes

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Taste the bittersweet of long accumulated earth.

That metallic tang, carbon bonds long descended through time and dust.

Skeletons broken to rebuild from waste

carry potential energy into ancient deserts that tomorrow

we learn to bloom.

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(for Ann)

Lose this night in music, and call me in the morning.

We’ll talk, ease anxiety,

       devise steps, work out schemes

      for survival.

I can’t respond to you tonight.

        I’m busy dealing with my own fright.

Just cool your head as best you can;

sooth in melodies ’til morning.

Tomorrow, when we unite with hugs, 

        take comfort from our time together,

tomorrow we can strategize 

        to steer toward better weather.

Got to run now, parties calling.

Hope your night goes smooth, or at least

you make it through to see another day.

Call me in the morning; I know we will find a way.

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Cinema Show

Darkness at the Break of Noon:

the malevolence of disconnection in chilling allegory

globally replace each noun with the pronoun of your choice

mix well

replace each verb with passivity

shade in the shadows to represent perspective

add background hellfire and brimstone for dimensionality

orchestrate with thrash metal out-of-phase syncopation

and booming bombing artillery — donder und blitzen

analyze, organize, digitize, advertize

project to sell-out crowds

rewind, repeat, replete with popcorn, pepsi and promos.

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