bask
I feel
wanted
celeste
wonderfall
with glimmer
appeal

Distant thunder grumbles discontent
here at dimming of day's light
as the storm builds
in brilliant flashes

This tempest erupted suddenly
an hour ago skies were clear
then the sky exploded
from a kernel, like popcorn
latent energy
unleashed

Now set into random motion
direction determined by chaos
and of duration
short

Such is the very nature
of life's storms
so often seen
so seldom endured

Malignant Highway
Dark boulevard of mutilated imagination
spectres of lovers dead and buried,
haunting ancient reveries.

Heinous immortal creatures scavenge
throughout the torturous night.
Death clutches with intangible grip.

On a dank night, one soul nears madness,
roaming the darkened avenues seeking solace,
from his driving blood lust.

The squalor of the city opens it’s
filthy, bedraggled arms to swallow him,
on these streets, devoid of corporeal humanity.

Someone waits in Timelessness
dreaming The Path for me;
guiding me through the school of manifest
and the bedrock of eternity.

Someone is Being in authentic divinity.
I’m costumed in my stardust machine.
Together we dance in our own special feature
brought through to life through our own unique dream.

Who is dreaming the dream I am walking
in the ageless I of consciousness?
Who is directing the strokes of the brush
Which, little by little, paints my eternalness?

Gray giants standing all around
supporting solid canopy of green
which dims most light and muffles sound
as well as sun from being seen.

The highest leaves, far out of sight
send quiet rustles to the forest's floor
caused by a breeze so very slight
which seems to whisper "nevermore."

I've never heard of any town
that once may have been hereabouts
yet crumbled masonries abound.
It's best to leave! subconscious shouts!

beautiful pictures
cascade in eyes of lovers
with each intimate stroke

liquid emotions
erupt in an orgasmic
riot of colors

ecstatic throes
echo spirit of union
with flashes of lightning

Emotionally in a void
Bereft of feeling pain
Cutting oneself inwardly -
again and again

Moments of mutilation
Once perceived as magic
Now forlorn memories
Only seen as tragic

Anything to garner sensation,
Revert back to pain!
Rather than this lifeless apathy
The feeling of Nothing...
all over again.

Bjr 8 May '11

stone against stone
the great backbone
written from the works
of ice

the glacial tales
spun

and winter small
melts in parking lot edges
the moraine feilds
of coloured scraps

You endured so much pain
to bring me into this world
You had tears of joy in your eyes
when on your face, I cuddled and curled.

You fed me and cleaned me
And amused me when I cried
had it not been for you mom,
I would have surely died.

I spoke in a language
that only you could perceive
I wonder how you deciphered my needs
when I was not able to speak !

You were the happiest person on earth
when you heard the first word I spoke
You taught me my first alphabet
and held my hand when I wrote.

My careful paces, three to the second, carry me

across the worn, regular plates of the footbridge; a slight give,

spring, a dull noise that dies, and if I pause to look

over the rail into the slack, dark backwater,

the black-to-silver flash of heron-bait fry

flickers against the turvy tree and the negative sky.

I know that by the hedges at the far side of the bridge,

where an old gate leans, black flies will be haze-hanging,

trailing their lazy legs in the air, and that I might be taken