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SCOUT LIGHTENING
A memory suddenly appears
like bolts of lightening
before a summer storm
striking the heart
with regret and tears.
joyful recollections from far away
torture wounded hearts
bleeding still
with thoughts of yesterday
awake in the night
the voices real
fading
the heart rush
from the fall
a nocturn moment
full of its characters
and people
the parking lot
steeple
lit up like a needle
or purity
silver tipped
to rid the heart
of infection of
evil
...
PURPLE AND PINK --updated
Pink and purple and poodle skirts
black flats and nylons shear
like feathers light flowing in the breeze
they walked together with the wind;
hair of sunset and fields of wheat
shining brightly in summer heat
laughing whispers fading in the air
My heart sorrows each and every day
like feathers in the breeze
they floated away
I found a new and gentle joy
by accident one winter’s day
I saw a man on his new toy
so silent, pedalling away
oh dare I ask? I should, I say..
so what is that? I’d like to know
it looks such fun I want to play
so pedal, paddle, off I go.
A man, a maid, a girl or boy
can drift and dream of life today
this swish of oars, a cunning ploy
so silent, pedalling away
I disappear across the bay
around the bend where lilies grow
and shady spots with banks of clay
so pedal, paddle, off I go
i don't know syllables... as busy as I am
ancient poets had to pass time,
no radio
no tv
no cinema
now Ipod and tripod what not
but one fact still does remain
Your ghost haunts me
while the night cradles my hair,
I drift on a moonbeam afar
and this brief history in time
---
The Sun threatens appearance
clinging to this darkness
I find peace on earth
to be evermore near now,
but the world trembles
as I soak in the silence.
Jaundiced eyes
reflect the fire,
the lick of a flame
illuminates hate
---
weathered hands
kneed the grief
of attacking visages,
silently wailing
recklessly hating
unbelievers epiphanies
lie in vengeance
---
broken cities
shattered bones
exploded innocence,
turning faith
into fanaticism
---
Dogs scamper
wafted on the scent,
BOOM one expires
feed for a pack,
brains clear reason
failed sacriments
the seal breaks
---
Cold stars blaze within the predawn sky
as I exit from my faded ride
and watch my clouded breath drift by
here at a far forlorn roadside.
I try to ignore aching knees.
Two score of years since I was here,
back then a clear cut set in pines.
Gone, the forest I'd held dear,
hardwoods, some draped with muscadines.
Their perfume tinted autumn's breeze.
U are the Hook
and I am the Eye
a Hurricane of cylance
sinilisten
to the precious
pressure
in its gauge
needle aiming
like a black chipped
nail
slim hand
on the cock
of delicious deliverance
a mouth of steam
rush
flush fluid exhalations
like wicked prayers
in a brimstone bag
wound to bound
meaning
like ballast
in a helium night
of moon and jagged stars
the break in cars
When peace becomes a cruel lie,
and talks are a waste of time.
Don't walk away and close your eyes,
abandoning hope seems like a crime.
Misconception leads to accusations.
The blind fury is clouding the heart
I condemned the wrongful actions
but my faith is blamed from the start.
Am I to stay silent as I witness
how hatred breeds more hate?
I asked for unity in times of duress,
for justice in action, my mate..