Warm healing waters
…………Reeds and Grasses
Mountain crevices, white caps of white rock
My Love, Lovely
………..Lady, Blue Eyes
Aquamarine pools
Thatched roof
Smooth calcified
surfaces
The light smell of sulfur
Curved pools
soft……sharp Mountains
………………..Rising
Penetrating…Falling
……………..In Love
River’s Center
……Cool breeze
My Lady
…..and me….Lost
In the Longest
………..moment…
Is
there
A Darkness
(That from within my own mind can generate?)
A Spark
To make a canvass
Out of my inner space?
It starts in the generations
That came way before
Me
Embedded in my intuition by all
Those genetic relatives
That Inspired this
(blank)
Curiosity.
The Flame
Giving Light
for a New Ideology
An identifiable
Identification
An undeniable
Inspiration!
What is THE LIFE I want to lead?
What am I willing to sacrifice
Just to be
This fictionalized vision
(of myself) that no one else accepts?
Do I give up what I have, so I can fit?
My Triangle Peg
Into a Round World?
Where I’m misunderstood by almost 1/3?
The rest of me is lost
In the atmospheric swirl?
So, I don’t know, if I even could create
THIS MAN who I’ve made up.
Who is supposed to be
This HAPPY ME!
(who will never exist)
So, I need to understand
Before I come to THE END…
Just what it is I want?
Just what is the plan?
I wish that I
………………could find something to say…
A clever story to ease the pain.
……A silly meme
………………to change your mood…
Ah, alas, what to do?
……When we’ve lost another friend!
A legend, a titan, a Gentleman.
What is one to do but
……………….to sit in silence.
Await the guns to fire!
And the trumpets to
……Call the triumph
Of the Heavenly Father
Who welcomes him
………….Home!
And, remember the place
……..In our hearts
……Where his light
……..Has shone!
These fleeting lines
Disappear before
my mind
Can convey them
to my pen…
Nothing supernatural is required for Prophecy…
Intuition, history, social psychology —
It’s easy to predict the patterns of human beings
Convey it in clever predicate
Let them presume just what you mean.
I need no Godly insight or flash of epiphany
To monitor the moving flock
And call out their destiny!
My little Butterfly
with wings out to soar.
Don’t be afraid to dive
into the mystery where there’s more
to be discovered
once of the Air
You’re Born!
Your beauty and your radiance
Light smiles where e’er
you go.
Your presence is always
Welcomed and your wisdom
helps us grow.
So fly, fly little butterfly
to see the world unseen!
Go soar amongst the flowers
Go dance with
The Beatles and the Bees.
for Gwen
Creatures of darkness
Holding the Flame
Harshly contrasting light
Illuminates lines up the arms
And the globe of the head.
Everything about us is darkness
without light
fear, violence, brutality, hatred, dominance
The first fire
Was in the mind
The first light
Ignited the Soul
It matters not if we are divine
We are either creatures of light
Or creatures of the darkness
In between
Lies
Betrayal.
This is my land
………….I am made up of her soils
…I am filled with her waters
………………I bleed
………….And make clay
………………With Fire
………………..A Vessel
…..To fill again this body
…………….with the soil
……………..And the water
……………………of this
…………………………My Land
Little tiny
….Tit Mouse
Standing in the Cedar Tree
Has ceased his sweet little whistle
And is keeping an eye on me.
Here is a whole family
Singing Sweetly…
Looking for a morning meal
And a little bit of company.
–Chama, NM