I have become
as spagyric art
A will-o-wisp of the pen

as each ink drop falls,
it reflects its alchemy
in my eyes,
like drawing fraternal twins
in a jade sky

I see a measure
of my sadness,
and my joy
presented as
balanced scales
perfectly level
they scatter apart
against a northern wind

tiger blue dragonflies
possess my mind
and the walls sweat
green moss
symphonic trumpets
herald the flickering

lifted and scorched
I separate to join,

Rose petals sit still,

Driven by the summer breeze,

Only stopping for clouds and you.

Your beauty stands still, freezing time and there after

Your love stands still.

Alone,

Never to be challenged nor minimized,

And while you never falsely advertise,

I still ask, How did i get so lucky?

I used to dream about love, and those dreams could not touch this surface.

Just to think of you, Humbles me, as you are unequaled and supassed only by God himself.

Your love is real...

Really real..

Intent faces, scrubbed and clean
In the classrooms bold and keen

The future engraved upon this land
In trusting eyes and busy hands

Horrendous noise and injured mind
And sorrow is all that's left behind

Smiling faces, peals of laughter
Walking now in the great hereafter

RIP little ones...

Like a wise owl
Pablo came to me later,
after the Inca dancing and the fiesta of tables
al fresco along the pulsating street.

Youth like party lights,
girls expecting pleasure,
made for the night
with the beer bottles big and the men smoking.

In those days when we were children
We tried all manners of fool-around
Butterfly hunting brought real fun
Petals of paw-paw leaf at hand
The hollow trunk filled up with sand
The battle cry was sounded loud

We ran from wayside to the bush
Attacking all flying insects
Like unto war the kids charged on
Sand from barrels of papaya
Out to cripple colorful wings
The game was without twists and turns –
Not what it has turned out to be

Jeremiah 31 Sermons

15This is what the Lord says:15"A voice is heard in Ramah,15mourning and great weeping,15Rachel weeping for her children15and refusing to be comforted,15because her children are no more."
16:

RAINBOW WINGS

cowbells and buttercups
in a field so green.
butterflies in a deep blue sky
on a sunshine day.
See them all fly away
on rainbow wings

Tuscany shades and hues, thatched roof, dry
in a field that's whiskey clear;

pretentious are all my docile minutes
whose very moments l do fear.

Spreckled, twisted awnings gleam
so wildly beautiful to my eye;

the withered truth is replicated
'til it clearly tells a lie.

Afterwards, pressed coats and cardigans
become outfits in many ways;

they'll be lined-up and seen in the fog
just to clarify it's not a haze.

Semi-rusty lemon drops
stretch my pockets to the "full";

Now is the time to speak the truth
About the events in your youth
The father who came into your bed
Nights that filled your soul with dread
Growing up with a heavy heart
Knowledge that made you stand apart
The teacher who came to your house - unbeknown
When you were home on your own
No one would believe you then, if you'd said
That what he did was forced down your head
Jimmy Savile's made it easy for thee
Speak up little one it will set you free

Rambling rants of a disturbed mind
genius in his day, one of a kind
fighting against some archenemy
flailing and arguing continuously
family visit heartbroken
in their eyes, no need to be spoken
on a good day he just ignores
their presence, one of his chores
on a bad day swearing and cursing
a painted smile they've been rehearsing
the man they knew is long gone
but in their soul, his memory shone
they keep hoping for a breakthrough
a precious glimpse of the person they knew

to write a song of flawless exultation
is provocation when confined to flesh
with bliss hid by illusion’s tribulation
within this world of manifest’s flat mesh

for all too soon it seems there’s separation
perfection now a thing to never be
a cut that causes cognizant castration
when light grows dim and fades despite all plea

I’ll say my knowing you was worth the pain
had years, when really just a single day
would be enough for anyone to gain
and catch the love of life that you’d portray