The fog rolls on conveyor belts
across the glassy water
Frost grips with its fractal claws
to every blade of grass

My breath entombs in pillow plumes
when all goes still to shutter
The shadow blanket peeled back
by sunlight’s glowing mass

Let me soar on the plumes of possibility
Like a hawk on the updrafts of air

Let me catch onto slippery moments in time
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like a bear

Let me gallivant weightless on deer feet
Let me slip through the clutter like hare
Let me look at the world with the eyes of a lynx
In a clearly lit phosphorous flare

Let me share in the wisdom of nature
Let me care with the heart at its core
Just let me bear witness to the infinite dream

Then slip ~like a mink~  ​​​​​from its shore

I came to a place on a hill with a cave
Overlooking a lake and a forest

I came to a place, as if by the will
Of some hidden bidding or chorus

I came to a place where the mountains are Giants
And a meadowland carpets the floor
I came in the face of my inner defiance
In hoping that somehow there’s more

I came to a place
A mystical place
Where the cooing goose sail
And the white-tail chase
And the faces of cliffs stare in momentous ways
That echo the days of the past

Where the mist in the morning
Is kisses in warning
That sunshine is breaking at last

I came to a place where the cool in the air
Livens the lungs, and the rains of despair
Are caught by the tongue
And taste just as sweet as the river

I came to a place where a choir is sung
By the birds and the winds that is hung in the air
Like a time I was young and I flung out my care
To the world in a ravishing quiver

I came to a place where the sky paints a sense
Of a world with a flowing emotion
And then when it’s darkened the starlight is harkened
With the shock of a diamond strung ocean
And this lotion of humilty just pours out the night
And my tears seem to wish fractal webs on my sight
And I almost can’t take all the might I’ve been missing
As I fight ‘gainst myself for the life I’ve been wishing
And break down inside, but the world keeps on dishing
And swishing with spirits I’m always dismissing
Just bursting with flourishing gall!

Then in rolls the mist with her peppercorn kiss
Just when I’m losing it all

And little by little a sky comes awake
And little by little I let go my shaking
As the sun wakes the mountains, the birds and the lake
I see that I’m also awaking

~ * ~

I came to a place, as if by a grace
That knew I had worry and doubt

I came to a place…I came to a place
And somebody different came out

When the day is stalking dusk
And crows are flocking south
When the sun is but a sigh
And sky, an open mouth

The day lets out the last its breath
And silence strikes the veil
Ringing out a stilling heft
Before the night’s inhale

In the twisted trees
Beneath the shroud
Of wetted breeze
And misted cloud
Within the leaves of branches turned
Looking up, with eyes long learned
Upon the skies of pollen rise
Hidden neath the sullen guise
Of wisened wrinkles, crinkled out
From laughter, worry, thought and doubt
Peeling back to shine anew
Like we often always do

I’ll set my dreams upon the wind
May they billow over hill
And wander cross the ocean
In a sweeping pillow spill

May they gander foreign worlds
of mystery and wonder
And spread in spawning spores that sparkle
Ponderings and plunder

And under auspice offered kindly
May they soon take root
To grip the eager minds who find
A blossoming of fruit

Then maybe one will wander back
To where it ought begin…

I can’t dream the dreams I dream of
So I’ll free them on the wind ~*

It burst in cackled spackles
On a meloncholy sky
Versed in flutterheart form muttering
Cuddled in an utter sty

Wicked prickles clicked the finger gearlings
That crack the rust encoated crusty shell
Of slitherfitting bitter gritted fearlings
Tethered in a myth of huddled hell

Tick Tock, Tick Tock
Welcome back again
It’s not a slippy if or whither
But a whether when

This is the last of a past that I cast
In the impure, and dusty-born ores
That shone once in mountains I climbed in a vast
Sprawling valley that called me to bore

And oh but the tools
And knick-knacky knockers
And jewel-set garlands I fashioned
Born from the shores of aglorian moors
Torn from the pages of passion

But tears ever salted
And cracks ever faulted
And soon in my trusty old vault
Lay tools for fools
And knockers for talkers
Crusted and rusty and dulled

And this is the last of a past that I cast
And amassed in a dastardly fashion
Good as it was
Torn out because
It’s time for a new page of passion

Something humbled
Something true
Something overcome that grew
Something deeper than was known
Something dazzled that was shown

Worn now in a wisened way
That led unto this wedding day

It’s not what I wanted
I’m haunted by creepers

With steeper the sloping~
Less hoping it’s deeper

I’m cheapened by the costs too high
I’m lost within the mountain
I was told a fountain’s hiding here
Time’s riding, but who’s countin?

You’ll never know what spirits you are waking
If you ever slumber through your numbered daze
You’ll never know whose dreams you’re undertaking
If you let the world define your ways

You’ll barely show
And rarely see
And never grow
And ever be
The very things you don’t agree
Are worth our whithered time

Tossed in costly gusts and lostly
Fostering it’s fine

Upon the dawn a breath is whispered out
By subtle lips that hold it in at night
To settle down the inner working bouts
That clutter up the workings of the light

To still the body, to still the mind
To will the spirit to go wander free
The breath’s a twine that must be left behind
The worldly leash that tethers to the tree

Squandered in a ponder-pot
And wandered to the forest
Lost within the bony reachers
Screeching out in chorus
Teaching to implore us
Into breaching less for reasons
That the bleaching of our naturals
Is leeching our own legions

When it seemed, yes it seemed
That we dreamed, then we’d be
Inside these worlds of fantasy
Like the one we are already
Only, far far far more star confetti
And crystal mystic manic actors
Wide-eye wearing down the factors
Frictioning the things to thoughts
Causing them to float and pop
And splay a shattered web of light
That rings the tune of inner sight
To ~shing~ the spot that put it there
Making us the very things we stare upon
And then it’s gone
Cause you can’t see
What your mind can’t think could be
And then we creep
Out of a sleep
That seemed so very, very deep
As if the dream had gone somewhere
But looking back, there’s nothing there
Just the air of empty thoughts
And the sense there might be lots
Somewhere within a mystic sea
That fants inside our memory

It was a tough time, and it broke me a little bit
I became flawed and incomplete in some small way
But after a while, it grew on me. It grew with me
It became that crack in the windshield
The one that’s shaped just enough like a lightning bolt
That you don’t wanna get it fixed

How verily the summer slumbers
When winter spreads its wings
Of ultra-down so gently falling
One might call it spring

Till ice has made the veins to shatter
And eyes to shutter closed
Oh summer, where’s that loving laughter
That you once proposed?

Oh heartache
My old friend
I was warned that you’d be back again

Thought I’d lost you
Hoped you gone
Hoped we wouldn’t go on and on
Trudging through this sour sludge
Of Hate my life
And I won’t budge

You ugly wretched bastard slug
Sucking at my veins
Quit your games and pull the plug
That spurts my heart to drain

Run your course
Wreck my days
Wreak your wrathful wasted ways
Upon my soul
And kindly gaze
The twisted art you’ve wrought

Give me all the plays you got
Cause when you’re good and gone
I’ll be stronger for the shot
And you’ll just wander on

I wonder why the winter wanders
Whimpers through my wayward mind
Leaves me limp in skimpy slumbers
Hungered for a fateful find

Cold and lonely, holding only
Phony paper scraps to cling
Fading, window-watching, waiting
For the aiding sprouts of spring

Sometimes, as the world goes by
And I stand still
And feathers fly
And puddles fill
And meadows dry
And shadows fall from out the sky
And cast uncertainties at hand
And seasons pass
And I still stand
For reasons I don’t truly know
Watching maples slowly grow
And starlings go
And darlings die
I sit and lowly wonder why
We’re flushed waist deep in changing tides
Upon these slowly creeping rides
That never lead away from where
We came upon this tiny terre
Where we dare to stand and stare
And care for life, although it’s very
Very brittle
In a world so vast, and time so little
Whittling away our daunting days
In ever-pondered, wandered ways
That lead us back to where we came
So we may die
As the same old world still saunters by

She tips atop the frames of others
On ballerina toes
Twinkle dancing lonesome lovers
Unto catching throes

She knows, she knows!
She hears your weary dearful cries
And waits for you upon the mount
Wherefore your sun shall rise

Make blind my eyes
And bind my hands
And cast in guise these wandered lands

Subdue the truth
Undo my youth
Unclue the proof of vaster skies
Uncast the spells and cut these ties
And give me fall to halt this rise

I know it’s lies!
I know I’ll cry
I know I’ll ever wonder Why

I know I’ll die
I know I will
But I don’t care, I want it still

Give me breath to taste the air
And give me sea to stand and stare

Give me heartache
Give me hurry
Give me blessed want and worry
Race my mind and bust my gut
And break my bones and let me shut
My eyes once more to golden sun
And glow in nature’s holding hum
To learn of love
And burn with rage
And sing of life beyond a cage
Whose bars can never bar my soul
Oh let me be once more unwhole
So I may dream the dreams of freedom
And pour the words of one who knows
That there are rules, but we don’t need them
So long as we have righteous goals

Give me one more night of starshine
Give me one more day ashore
Let me feel that thumping drumline
Let me live on earth once more

We’re made of the stars
Made of their souls
And they’re made of ours

The brimfire coals
The twinkling eyes
The opposite poles
And celestial ties

Our looping patrols
Under infinite skies
With innocent goals

The instinct to rise
And unite with our souls