Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Synchronized Utopian Idyll

It was a dynamic inquisition,
Without a single word misspoken,
It was a dynamic synchronization,
Where not a word went unspoken,

                       Inspiration doused me full,
                       Caressed me and kept me still,
                       Drenched head to toe,
                       But in the end, not a soul would even know

It was a dynamic inquisition,
Without those awkward moments of intervention,
Not an abstraction spun; not a vice untouched,
It was a masterful interjection,
Where only a pause disconnected being from breathing
Where only the pause separated hear from here,

As time progressed
I felt red to have previously guessed
Things would’ve gone differently than they would,
Thinking there’d be an intense transition
As I waited for the lies to come
     But they never came, nor ever could
     Not a lining torn or a truth made of elastic
     It was the deepest of revelations
     As each question produced an answer,
     Where each sound to slip away beneath parched tongue,
     The more it continued, a voiceless man I therein became
And you somehow understood, you somehow understood things about me, that even I couldn’t comprehend
        
                  To have been given so much respect
                  From someone I could not have ever known
                  To have been treated like an equal,
                  From someone filled with so much devotion
                  Giving me the honor of unparalleled recognition
                  Those words, those words—
Could only serve as stones—thrown
Across such stillness—skipping forever on and on and on—
Until we each found our Om
In whatever it was
That circumstance just happened to have
In this space most precariously spun.


Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Something's Hidden

Away from the wrested stone
A jewel etches its image upon
Juxtaposition

Where it was and what it never could

Be, to fathom’s length, I bestow
Whistled meanderings, delivered far, unto
A crested portico of everlasting sights unknown

The fantasy’s off-balance whereas
The congruency paints vivid premonition

Vacating the probable,
Forever residing


scarcely in-between

Saturday, December 7, 2013

Stasis (Ephemerality)


There is no such thing as time.
Never-ending.  Never-beginning.
Always There.  Ever and Ever more.
What is now, is also then and that is also what has been.

{Cue the neat opening credit theme music.  Something that gets the audience in a particular type of mood, say unexpectedness, something that preps them for what’s to follow, and we want them to think that the future is profound and deep…if only to eventually slap them across the head with what comes next} 

But of course, only if what comes next is
Something that’s happened since.

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Of The Eye


Eyes awaken,
Right first, then left,
Stardust clinging to the lashes,
Refusing to concede
That wondrous moment was but dream
Leaving me alone
Comforted only by the memory
That this is all but a part of reality

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Long Division: Strains Of One


Dainty figurines, collide-expand
Upon the altar, knotted-stained
For which they stand; warped and dated
Like the mores buried, still, straining to inhale
Knee-deep down, beside, within—
The Laundering of time pronounced, for without
Borrowed—procured ceramic, forgone—
As it is with the stuttering of art, from in,
Unknown qualities emerge, myths and absolutions
Laying bare before the mantles, and within
All illumine beneath each face it makes appear.

        Strength bemoans the martyr, as the power of fear, is concealed within each face before you here—those of strangers and Judases alike—whose stones are visibly clear, not in hand but in the discoloration within each their eyes”