It was not my claim,
Not could it ever have been
To be lost with controlled madness
On a motorcycle
Going fifty kilometers per hour.
The roads were too dusty,
Too slow,
Too quiet for forgiveness
To be called out
In a manner that did not support
Each dying ember of humanity.
And the glasses were of the new world,
A signal for misunderstanding
– Modern mythological errors
Combed with a brush of the future.
I merely sat there,
I did not dust off the seat
I did not wear deceiving clothes
I did not paint my hair black
Or red or green or blue,
And my wings ever grew
Until I no longer sat alone
Accompanied by history untold
That whispered flickers
Of a language with no words
To my clouded eyes
Laid bare.
Tag: whisper
At the Gates (day 2834)
For it was not the forgotten
The lost
Emancipated yet still beyond.
It cried in open grace
As ancient wisdom
Ran down it’s thriving face.
Ritual abided;
Nature presided.
Delicacy tingled
Down worthy veins
And touched what fettered lines
Could only whisper.
There it was;
Sunlight becoming
Brave, luminous, potent,
Crying for all that’s been lost
Yet standing tall
At the gates of judgement.
Breath of Love (day 2798)
Marybelle how did you get over me?
Long eyes of Sadness filled Sky full
And Winds whispered my name
So Sun could not be heard
Tempted by Forgiveness.
There were ten thousand soldiers
Marching at Anger’s temperament
Neigh a moment too late
Though Fury hadst control
Of thine very hand that drew thy sword,
Thrashing at Ground’s dirt
Succumbing to no mortal sin
Lashing at no burdened beast,
Anger held within.
Dear Mary what cometh to thy lips
When walking darkened Forest?
Do raindrops find your angered brow
Do your limbs reach out and yell?
Or does each bird of song lay still
Found pierced with your wicked spear
Sunk for every breath of Love
You whispered at my name.
Awoken (day 2787)
My music had been lying
Unconscious and dramatized
– Callused time
All punishing –
To which an alarm woke
Each beast left inside
– Growling
They stood tall –
Two of them
Wore combat boots
The rest
Barefooted
Yelled at me
– I hardly
Heard a whisper –
And here I stood
Bespoke
Awoken to my rhyme
Secret Eyes (day 2764)
I heard you over every drone
That came into my eyes
Little did I know I could
Whisper every note to you
Though I couldn’t remember
What had brought me here
I slumped into your presence then
With my ginger and soft tipped pen
But you decided to remake
The last scene of every book
That had two lovers lost at sea
Who found each other near the end
But how could we remember
What had stolen each of them?
How could we begin?
I left my secrets at the door
And then I heard your secret eyes
Tell me everything again
Tell me all I had to hear
For I would wonder nevermore
As you were here as I was here
Like sunflowers in summer air
Like dandelions woven in your hair
Like cheap sunglasses you always wear
In what I see inside your eyes.
Our Own (day 2745)
Like it was the day I whispered
Into your very brown eyes
I could not remain any more
Without your sweetest heart
That held a fire so tenderly
Rushing in a moment of
What made the world our own.
Mistakes (day 2724)
You were given to me
In a desperate plea
“Loveless.” Whispered
And tides swept away
Like lions
Lazy sun
My goodness swam
At the reflecting lake
Two forget for me fire escapes
And a music store junkie
With a ragged old six string
Pale and a mixed emotion
For I am not here.
Trip Soldier (day 2678)
Whisper into decay
Follow that road
Grab on with all ten
And bring your soldier
Passionately abreast
For wind dies down
Sails drop slack
Winter comes
And logs burn out
Leaving that soldier
Wondering where
Time has gone
Lethargically trippin’.
Fire and Sin (day 2676)
Fire followed me
A diamond closing in
I whispered snide remarks
Mephistopheles
Drying slowly by the flame
Carrying me away
A whisper motioned to
Let go all retard
Then a cry was born
And little left un sinned.
Into a Flower (day 2652)
Walking home
Whistling a tune
I pulled a flower
To look into
What I had always
Wanted to
And there beyond
What I could explain
Sat a curious Chipmunk
Who whispered to me
A secret song
I had known
For very long
Which made me think
I had to look
Deep within
Many more flowers.