Herald of the New

Heap the conffite in the air
let it sparkle in the night
let the horns be blown
for the new has come
and the old is gone
Let the roar cesce but for a moment
to reflict on the days
Then hear the rumble of the new
come bounding in
With a BANG its here.

Anew

The sunsets
The ink has dried
The page is turned
And so begins the new
The old seeps into the past
All that is left are the shadows
Of the sins of life
Let them be washed away
With the rising sun

In The Night

How dark is night
That it precludes the day
That’s its stars shine brighter
Then our sun could ever hope
In night anything is possible
There is no gleaming reality that
Forces it’s self into our minds
Shining a light onto our deepest hopes

Lay To Rest

Let me go home
Lay my bones to rest
among the fields to grow
Let the sun shine me to sleep
Let the wind caress me
and share my joy

The Great Pines

IN WINTER LIGHT TREES DO BATHE
THEIR LIMBS HEAVY WITH THE SNOW
IN GREAT WHITE COATS THEY POSE
THEIR HEAD HELD HIGH
GENTLE BREEZE FLOATS BY SENDING
TENDRILS OF SNOWFLAKES DANCING MERRILY IN-BETWEEN
THE GREAT PINES
THEY LAUGH AS THEY SWIRL AND PLAY THEN LAND JOYOUSLY
TUCKING THEMSELVES IN THE FOLDS OF THE GREAT PINES
SETTLED NOW THEY REST
PURE WHITE AGAINST THE DEEPING EVER GREEN

Will I be remembered?

Will I be remembered?
Will my name be written in stone?
Will I be remembered when dust turns to dust and over again?
Will  my name be whispered and echoed thought the halls?
Will I be remembered when the last leaf falls?
When all is gone,
Will I be remembered?

Icons

Stone mammoth visions of the gods

Out shadow their mortal echos

Waiting in the wafting mists

Grasp dank images about the fog

The reminding of the aged old gods

Their ruin temples haunted still

Their glory ever more

The Night Flower Blooms at Midnight

Watch its petals of pearls as they

Slowly come to life

Each stirs softly unfurling

The fringes waking first

Stretch lavishly never moving

But still it creeps outward 

Each petal settling in its place

The Night Flower blooms at midnight

Turning slowly it faces the Moon

The Moons silvery beams  lighting

On dew encrusted petals gleaming in the night

Its heart reveled at last it settles with a sigh

Sunlights first touches fill the sky

Sun sparks fall on the Night Flower

It withers in the suns light

Its head is drooping low

Its petals singed they cascade 

In sorry circles to the ground

The night flower blooms at midnight

Then it is gone

Moon

What lies under the mist and fog 

The stars that shine with the light of the night

The moon hidden beneath the fog and mist

Glows a steady beacon to all

Follow paths brightly lit 

to quiet rivers of moon light  

Flow swiftly over idol rocks

that melt into sands flow

Gently down the rivers flow

Rest on padded moss of jade

Sleep in shadows light

Safe in Moons embrace

When They Fall

When they fell

It rang like a tank

cheer

cheer

cheer

To the fallen 

To the victor

Let the streets be filled with red

of banners flying high

Hear their voices

their fears 

their hopes

Stand before the future 

Take the slug 

Cheer

Cheer

Cheer

For the fallen

For the victor

Hang

a wreath for the lost

Bow down but do not yield

Take a stand and 

Fall for what is right

Ode To A Star

Oh you shimmer so

against the velvet night

If I were to be with you

You who gleam so

How colossal you  would be

I would not recognize you little one

here you are but a grain of sand

and still I watch you with fixed fascination

as you twinkle brightly

gleaming so far away

when you are gone

I shall never know

for in my life you shine, 

in my child's you will die

Until the last of your rays 

should light upon this earth

I shall watch you all my life

and in death shall join you.

The Sun

Sun

Hot sun beating down

summer breeze

reminds me of

The woods, 

the stream that ran by

forts left unfinished in childish play

The fields with the grass so high

lupins rolling over soft hills 

dancing among the trees

cold stream falling merrily along

by moss covered rocks

scaling the elfin mountains 

the moss damp and cool,

sprinkled by the stream 

Sneaking through the pines

sent of pine permeates

sap stickily scents the hands

sneaking from the woods in to open field 

a bush laden with fruit 

Raspberries fresh picked still veiled in dew

stuffed with jubilation in mouths 

eager for their sweetness.

Slipping back within the folds of the midnight forest 

Midnight Visitors

Two shadows approached stealthily 

I heard their war cry a purr rumbling in the dark

They laid siege to me

Their tiny paws testing my defenses

Slowly approaching

Their purrs like beating drams

Announcing their coming

See they have reached me

They are at my throat 

I am lost

They have me in their power

With their sharp tongues they lick me

Till I surrender

They will not let me be

Until...

Each I have petted to their hearts content

Their purrs subside to a rumble

Each takes it's place for night

And in the morning they are gone

Siege

Their attack crashes against the walls

With a deafening roar 

They pummel the rampart with 

each wave it shatters

Hear them coming howling cries of rage

as they bombard the bastion

Colliding with such force that it trembles 

the fortress to the very foundation

Each day, night, year it dissolves 

it's walls crumble to the seas

For it will never hold and in the end must fall

Clockwork Angels Narrative

Clockwork angels
Heads of glass
Wings of brass
Hang flightless in the air
Hourglass is turned
They shift in measured stride
Blinking slumber from their workings
Their bodies stuffed with gears
That would fill their bodies with life
And now they dance

Up one comes with wings out stretched
The light alights on brassy wings
Glittering in the murkiness
whirling  slow to steady pace
Slanting down they glide
flapping softly with a clink
Brassy murmur

Quickly one ascends
flaunting its gleaming wings
against the night
darting here and there they play
flittering, quiver, flutter shimmer
in delicate dance

The last sand falls
sluggishly they slow
the flapping wings
sedated their heads hang low
Their dance has ceased
Clockwork angels
Heads of glass
Wings of brass
Hang flightless in the air

Sunflower

The Sun hung low

setting on the day

Standing in the rapture bliss of it golden rays

my only companion a sunflower

who also watched the dying rays

With joy that lingered still

As night slide softly over

Waiting in  jubilation for 

the rapture of the day

Void

Quite dinner
Silent noise
A sudden clatter
Breaks
The void

Lies

Oh what horrid lies we tell
In whispered yells,
across the room
Deceitfully we turn our heads,
from one to another
Speaking of philosophies to each other
Of topics quite complex
That leave spinning tops
With heads that feel quite muddled

Clockwork Angels

Clockwork angels
Heads of glass
Wings of brass
Hang flightless in the air
Hourglass is turned
They shift in measured stride
Blinking slumber from their workings
Their bodies stuffed with gears
That wound fill their bodies with life
And now they dance

The Creature

In the winter of the night

In solitary stands

a creature of earth and sky

Whose reach exceeds its grasp

In fires light that pierce the night

Heralds a day of atonement

When all is clay once more

The sea sinks deep in rock

The end will near

The Creature bows its head in silence

Poet Meshugeh

Hear the noise
The children playing
The honk the screeching
Birds chirping, laughter
Poet sits in wasted room
With sea of paper looming tall
Ink splats soaking
The sunlight moving on
Poet sulks moodily
Draining his thoughts with pen
Wind thru open window sweeps
The sea becomes a fury
Circling the poet viciously
Cunning quick cutting deep
Poet sits
In ruin waste

Wings

One wing of paper
The other of feathers
Flap one and you shall rise
Flap the other and you shall burn

Arbre

Winding twisting tearing growing

Ever life 

The slow staggering pace

Shaping time differently

Knotting wrapping binding growing

Outward creeping slowly

The Storm

A raging storm beneath the surface lays.
All tangled in its dreary mess,
Grasping at the shore.
Burrowing in as a worm does an apple.
Screeching and howling at the cliffs.
Cutting deep gashes in its face.
Bombarding cliffs with hash attacks.
Careening at the shore with malicious intent.
Gauging out its mark without remorse.
Flinging its self upon the shore 
With a child’s raging temper.
Griping the shore, dragging its self upon the rocks.
Moving with a crash that could shatter glass.
Momentous flowing force hurtling towards the shore.
Then Nothing

The High Priestess

In the night she reigns
With the crest of the moon at her feet
The stars at her head
Divide of worlds she sits
Within her Knowledge lays secrets of
Mysteries yet untold that lay upon her tongue.
Wisdom of judgment
To the fool to be wise
Scrolls arcane she does sustain
Boaz  Jachin

Fell

The angel fell

It's wings alight with flame

Plummets earthward

Hear it's cry

In the storm of the night

Howling roaring screeching

Cries 

In the scarlet sea

Afloat in misery

The Fool

Of joy and laughter
He know his lot
Of wisdom he cares little
Vagabond creature no home of his
Trends with light foot
For the ground is too heavy
For him
The Excuse he gives
On his back is life’s possessions
Ahead the new
No number holds him to a path
On a whim of fancy flight
Looks not to where he’s been
But to the heaven and their grace
Stops to smell a flower sweeter
At his heels dog persist
One wrong step and he is done

In Silence

Oh heaven
Save us from the light
It burns with brilliance
Of the heavens
Bowed down in repentance
Our sins untold in silence breed

Folly

Wings alight with silver trails
Oh what heights they do prevail
Souring upon the sky
Oh what foolish creatures
Are they
For their heads are but glass
Their wings of paper
Do they think themselves,
Angels of heavens grace?

The Fall

The fall
On the ledge of heavens light
We did fall
A great height
Darkness save us from the light
Our sins too tall to count
From maze of life’s angels
Deliver us
Souls unkempt
From the lions mane

Phantoms

In all of heavens light
The sight unseen
Phantoms of darkness float,
on heavens wings
Stars fall in frightful plight
Crying softly as they plunge
“Oh what heavens we offend,
For our sins we meant no harm.”
Unanswered still they plunge
To the abyss they do descend
In darkness kept for eons hence

Night

Dark dreams of light

Pour in the window 

Restless sleep

Midnight moon 

Fog rolls in 

Dragging along the shore

Creeps up on the window sill

Breathing on the windowpane

Stars fading in the light

Moon spoiled sinks low

Wakeful sleeper.