Against the Tide

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Brought his thoughts out

Into the light,

Let the rays of gold

Breathe warmth into each

And everyone,

Exhaled and watched

Their woody shells,

Grow their hardened spines

Against the tide

Of other’s eyes,

With steel heart

And stubbled soul

Stood beyond the crowd,

And watched himself as

He slowly sank

Below a malignant

Horizon.

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Pictures

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Pictures fall from silver screens

Like petals from my heart

Images I cannot hold

More precious now

Than day’s first light

Whose frost-kiss chills my cheek

Lost effigies of futures which

Will never rise

And warm a distant heart,

I hold them in my hands

Like tiny creatures

Sacred, fragile, pure

Whose naked trust slips between my fingers

To melt upon the ground

And disappear to reverie,

Phantoms whose expressions sweet

Conspire within my dreams

Make mockery of wakeful time

A fantasy to feed,

And as like flakes of snow they fall

I catch them in my heart

And clasp each one with loving hands

These pictures that I hold.

 

Blank clouds assembled

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Blank clouds assembled
A treacherous senate
Their faces hued purple
Through anger or fear
Or shame at the deed
Their eyes reddened hid
As Caesar I took
My place on the stage
And cried out my plea
As from deep in their cloaks
Silent lightning they drew
Oh, wouldn’t you miss me
At all?

No-One Visits Now

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My hollow eyes still bleed
For those who will not come
But kneel and wonder now
Upon another’s door,
Behind my cold facade
An aching heart still lives
Arrhythmic sleepless pulse
Beats to an ancient tune,
Within my hallowed shell
Your memories I hold
Like children to the breast
And secrets never told,
To me your eyes are blind
My tears are mine alone
And still I wait in vain
For those who will not come.

(The inspiration (and title) for this poem comes from a couple of post by Chris Renney (thanks Chris!). Check out her work at Spartan Eye.)

The Perfect Heart

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Within this skin

We bleed as one

And wash against the shore.

Boundaries blur

Where are we now

No starting and no end.

With transient soul

We touch all truths

And leave no trace or scar.

We move as one

A spirit thought

In caverns only dreamed.

The perfect heart

In ether’s realm

We watch, we see, we soar.

 

Silent Bell

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The sage bell pealed like a blood orange
Spilled its flesh and soul
Across the floodplain
Like a swollen river
Whose banks have grown weary of emotion
Worn tired of holding back the waters
And cried its plaintive song to the evening air
Tangled man and woman and child
Carried low on destiny’s blackened wing
Strode to its beat
Like a nomad herd in search of water
Bending heads in wishful anticipation
Rain-soaked reeds their ears brushed by the swell
Of benign currents
Seduced still by paradise promise
Footsteps faithful from doorway to altar
Led onward ever by invisible hand
And words that fall from better lips
Which scatter their kisses like frozen petals
Whose muted hues lend pastel to the sky
Brush soft against the life-stained face
Then vanish like winter breath
And as the toll with hypnotic voice
Rises to eclipse the dying sun
The wash laps at their feet once more
As slow they march on.

A Secret Place

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No walls, no windows

No doors

The boundaries of our world

No eyes can see

No voices hear

No senses reach

This sanctum

This secret place

The world sweeps by

No fears take flight

Green hearts, fingers stretch

Never to touch

This love in which we live.

 

17

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Seventeen.
The darkness fills the room
Swallows whole the air and leaves
Shadows within shadows which creep
And devour the will to grow.
This heart so cold encased and hidden
Fractured by the absence of enlightening hue
A glacial touch that shall not thaw
This all enshrouding white.
Beyond the curve, beyond the eye
A pallid Sun still throws down
With hope its children’s touch so blithe
But not to us locked in this heart.
A cutting chill no longer felt
By we absorbed by winter
And promises made by breaking pasts
Cast no comfort now,
At seventeen again.

As One

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At 2:00 a.m. your heart is still

But I can feel your thoughts

As in me dreams take flight.

You morph into my essence

I sense your moves, your fears take shape

And run with mine this night.

Fantasies and fortunes

Bleed as one together

A force that has no reins.

Visions fall profound profane

No spectre through the mists

Pass from hand to hand sand grains.

A call to follow too strong to fight

To catch these fancies

Let their flow carry us on.

This reverie within me rises

A shadow to your substance

And my will is gone.

 

Hidden

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Old woman watches me

Eyes worn water weak

As through the centuries

I sink,

Her ancient hands

Oak-knotted and calloused

Fingers twisted, long, brown-twigged

Caress the doll to life

As if its heart can ease the ills

Its incantations smooth destinies,

But it too

Face burned by the merciless Sun

Stares empty into her eyes

Hollow forgotten pools

Still, stagnating circles

Weed-choked black

Hung over by the willows

Whose tears still come

Fall like acid drops

And ripple with momentary hope

Gone, greedily swallowed and lost,

Whispered words on dry clay ears

Tumble like landslide pebbles

Ancient tongues

Syllables soft and strong

Naked in the passage of time

Dissolve like salt

Lose themselves across the years,

And as with mortal frailty

And impotence I pass

Her grieving head she turns away

Horizons heavy haze-lit

Hidden hopeless hope

And from earth-cracked lips

The charm-words come once more.