Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Only Through Their Anguish


Perhaps I should absorb the callous being
By warmth the frigid all must sure decrease
Was stunned to see odd aliens tallying
Uncertainty like stalemate too meant peace
But who am I to swim against the current
I'll not forgive, to close the loop of pain
A little bit of scorn's a fine deterrent
Now after may I never find you 'gain
But know that there's a plague within your sweater
So sew it 'gain, the time is always there
And currency's no payment for some debtors
Oh, only through their anguish are they square

Saturday, November 1, 2014

What Be The Weather

Chap, what be the weather?
Steady and decisive
Filling my needful sails
By the hollowest of sustenance
But sustenance it is
Though somehow maps of import
Horrendously drafted
Lead me to the maelstroms
I sweetly overlook
As by folly and overconfidence
The multitude of guides abound
And lead us all astray
By each deranged ideology made sensible
By looks and words of something other
But oh, it matters not
Because contentment of the soul
Is a fair and kindly sky
Ever unfolding
Into thy, into thy
So, what be the weather?
A typhoon of the heart
Every tranquil factor
Forgotten by the product
Sputter out the species
Lash each lonely prow
With missiles of my misery
Chasing down each foe
Of the mind in frenzy
Despite the splendor of
The noblest of vessels
Neon horizons now the wrappers
F'r ships once candied by earth's love
And how each soul is lowered
Or misdirected
By the mood
Yes, the weather
Within
It's the weather
I said
Upon this sphere
Upon my word
We're meant to wander
To and fro
But where we go is in us
It is in us with the wind
Sure you be the captain
But the weather's what it is

Thursday, October 30, 2014

A Shooting Star But On Entry Crackles

Was a fine young man with prospects seeming
Better than most, oh his soul was so
But the fists were tight and the time was claiming
And power itself was his vehement foe
And it with right too toe to toe
And a man so set is set for shackles
As an iron cast or a diamond low
Here a shooting star but on entry crackles

And passion here is of briefest flaming
There is no love in the cynic's soul
In a trustless land it's all poor aiming
How the arrow turns on the quivering bow
It's a hard descent and a burning glow
On the laws of life how our ideals rattle
Though we rave and rant with the like who'd crow
Here a shooting star but on entry crackles

The alien mind's too unique for teaming
And he did he did, and to see it lo
How the best of him went on contact gleaming
To char at last in a brilliant show
Another victory for the present flow
And the ideologues who are always jackals
They were cackling like a plotful beau
Here a shooting star but on entry crackles

So know, just know, and know, just know
Some formulas are too tough to tackle
And quite especially from down below
A shooting star on entry crackles
And on earth that's simply how it goes

Friday, October 17, 2014

Cede Not To Bitterest Twistings

Adjust to the light of the times
Slump to the height of the land
Forsake your pleasanter rhymes
Under benevolent hands
Destined to lose all our color
Before it is ready to go
Reflect we the shade of a lover
Down with the flux of the glow
Seek in the simplest wisdom
Solace that speaks of a truth
Cede not to bitterest twistings
Thy lushest grace with thy youth

Sunday, October 5, 2014

How It's True We Fit So Fine

Broken, fractured, broken in a funny way
Beauty, sheer beauty is your major trait
Broken, splintered by our kind of petty hate
Thinking's lesser, let your heart have its say
Lost years, somewhere, long ago you had a face
Beauty, sheer beauty, and a major fault
Middle, down the middle ran a river called
Sorrow, sadness, tragedy infused with grace
Calling, beck'ning, did you by a fluid voice
Every fiber of my being ran your way
And running, still, children somehow in our play
Loving, living, ever like we had a choice
Always, simply, always will you have my heart
Collected, despite heavy and coarse convolution
Loved through, so much, through it flows our absolution
Pond'ring, absorbing all that's been and all we art
Hynotized by every angle of design
Broken, fractured, were we and we couldn't see
How our jagged souls might someday come to be
Linking, locking, how it's true we fit so fine

Saturday, September 27, 2014

An Almost Lady Lost

Deepest run the tears of human wanting
Left as etchings on the stone they left you
Soulless bones, gnawed down to barest haunting
As far as it gets them their wealth will get you
To each idea pregnant with obsoletion
And every idle theme and fiction screening
But never to the sense of faint completion
So craved by higher cells that 'ssemble meaning
The satin that they stained is always with you
The marks they placed took something from you each
The spot in life you got that never fit you
Imparted to you outlooks seldom reached
But pilfered from you basic obligations
Deprived from you, so settled in you first
A rage spurred on by scorning's twin starvation
Who spawns functions of man which yield the worst
Turned back upon a species that would damn you
And even who accept no less do shun
And they who couldn't bear to understand you
Or love you, are no different in their sum
Distinct now are you in your cold indifference
Separate from all the souls that tinge the race
Far too far to hear, let alone listen
Or linger on the substance of your case
Willing to be probed by all who find you
Fine to be dissolved for all your pigment
Not minded, but a lesson for who mind you
In homes, in lives, in poems where you're a figment

Saturday, September 20, 2014

Perennial Perplexity

Too callow is the mind and data tall
To make good sense of anything at all
Hurling defined darts at fuzzy specters
Lifting random words from random lectures
Preying on the plumage of the hour
Unclear who'd be willfully devoured
Substituting truth with the subjective
Wondering where a soul becomes elective
Stretching circles into malformed squares
Gleaning more than our allotted shares
Reading from a caption marked concision
Staring at a sky that veils its mission
And what is right, I've not the faintest clue
And where to go, I swear that once I knew