pandemonium and fisticuffs

t'was a flabbergasting, and
discombobulating brouhaha over
what the funniest word was!

pooh-poohing
such ridiculousness,
I guffawed at them all.

Oh hearken to the change in season's ebb,
forswear the elemental facets all.
For naught exists in truth, in nature's web
excepting that surviving since the fall.
Dark shadow gripping dreams of lost delight,
wherein that twisted creature hissed untruth;
false harbinger who dragged man to this plight,
where age and death replace eternal youth.

While havoc runs amok in life's morass,
yet wherefore cast the soul in deep despair;
mayhap it would be meet to cry alas,
the turning of the screw is so unfair.

SPEAKING IN TONGUES

whispering visions like ghosts,
float through my mind;
some stay a while
then fade away
some linger to haunt my day
and in different tongues they tell
their thoughts in foreign ways.
sounds make magic litanies
and words are the incantation.

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Your voice is all that's heard,
at night in the upper lands
you batter at doors and rattle the caged
birds

But to fly with you in this night
would be insanity defined
just as to dance with you,
less refined

You roar and ring, ensnare my house
like a jealous lover, lusting for fire,
that stilled within, listening to you
with beating heart

I can't imagine what you do up there
in the dark hills, where my little
house sits, perched on a crag
waiting for you

I went into town today
nothing remarkable about that.
Except I passed a man
on the street,
just sitting there.
A loser
abuser
a real down and out.
His filthy mattress
spoke a thousand words,
but offered little comfort.
His eyes, downcast
refused to meet mine
as I put
in his pot
a few meagre coins.
A sideways glance
no thanks
just an unspoken tension,
not enough.

I wandered into a land
a land without mirrors,
full of happy, jovial people
albeit, raggedy, and unkempt

but no one seemed to notice.
appearance was never mentioned.
manners were.

it seems that, how one is treated is
the only reflection of one's self
that is needed.

Imagine that!

cigarette and dressy clothes
inside the swirl of the memory
sleep and in it the dreams
rising like a tide

the sadness and complex aches
the wounds never healing...

physical wounds now
put up by me
grasp this understanding
of the pain everyone I am
close too have been through

an intimacy of their rapture and
release for what it gives them

I don't understand
but live within it in me

Deixei cair o novo
açucareIro esta manhã
e foi culpa minha
seja por ansiedades,
seja por mortificação,
causou- se uma burrasca
taõ brutal
que muitos quasi a golpes:vieram
alguns diziam que era coisa de valor,
y pediam vinganza;
os paciifista reiam desta absurdidade
dizendo cum rãzão
que nada podia ser coisa
tão seria
para fazerem guerra
amigos e vizinhos:
estableceu-se uma trègua…
a qual não durou tempo muito

MORALIDADE

Our child makes you immortal,
I see in him your smile,
as through this very portal
strangely you beguile.

You animate my being,
because you give to me,
a soaring and a freeing
of life with liberty.

I reach for the skies
in search of you
and
the birds mock by
why are you searching
for whom,
we all are angels flying by
once in human garb
now in garbage tins we reside
far above the sky
beyond your naked eye
and
you know why

we are all in search of the
ONE
who made the Sun
and
helped it emit us
as girls and son
in continuation
ala continuum