is bliss

Events, incidents all around, newer new
hidden world corners fewer few
time flows on and on, so to me
for you I do not know, it may not be
'tis a river running, running river
with chains iron-wrought
sweeping me, where?
wish to know...
I do not, I do not
Shadows in the know drifting past
chatter-chit in emptiness vast
Utter this, meaning that all the while
The spoken word indeed is.. versatile
what do they say? and why?
Perhaps I ought,
but wish to know...
I do not, I do not
So much to see, so much to be
Disdain my raft in a heaving sea
of things, happenings
I wish I forgot
for wish to know...
I do not, I do not

Bare bones in paradise

A kingdom of glass, of lightning-flame forged

in towering ascension

Hauntingly flickering, as a rock-solid specter

from wayward dimensions

Translucent spires with spear-cutting peaks

and tinged with red

Flying buttresses mounted astride earthy dark

in this home of the dead

Death whispering soft, cold air rushing past

in unseen icy streams

Luring us deeper into the velvet abyss

of unrested dreams

Kingdom and castle, buttress and spire,

ever-growing in size

Feeding on life-blood of unborn ambition

unto its very demise

Dreams be alive and live to be murdered

in an agony of neglect

Glass kingdoms blooming on the dry, bleached bones

of a dreamer-elect

Fragile yet strong, remaining vast unbroken

though pierced through

by beaten bloody fists of one suffering soul

ever and anew

A ruby streaked tower, beautiful, terrible,

a reminder to say

A dreamer may dream by night, but we claim

his dream for the day.

Let me tell you..

There's reason and then there's Reason,
may often be confused.
To do so is close to treason
and is vehemently refused.
reasons are excuses clothed
in logical disguise
while Reason is the nervous
brain's ultimate surprise
Reason is the reason that
we do the things we do
At least, that's what we Reason,
though true it is for few.
The reason for this Reason
is still mysterious
since Reason Reasoning itself
is a bit precarious!
And so it is that Science
of Reason's praises sings
and learns reasoned Reason,
Reasonable reasons...and things.

Whose fault?

Pointing fingers, walkways lined
with grim and iron faces
Truth and law shall be defined
in a hundred painful paces.
Judgements made by righteous minds
of socially deemed elite
While bruised and battered a victim torn
onward drags his feet
Hateful hate in his blood-drip
falling to the dust
Beast-touched in eye and tongue
walks on, as he must
Yet pitiful this last long slog
broken, lost, forsaken
Will not live to see the day
if day should yet awaken
Whispers down the watching hush
of desperate, unquenched need
Driving bruised and battered men to
the unforgiven deed
A vulture circles in the air
wings leaden with Blame
swooping, diving, everywhere
finds they're all the same
Guilt, black guilt, oozing through
every step that's taken
seeks and probes at every soul
and Faith may yet be shaken
Doubt colors living breath
but voices still be hushed
None will dare, they're all aware
rebellion's swiftly crushed.
And still he bleeds his broken path
now that he's begun
Perhaps right, perhaps wrong
but this one death is certain
Dust in blood, blood in dust
soon this life will fade
Torn and broken, bloodied and beaten
to rest he will be laid

but.....no rest for doubt and fear
and no rest for the tyrant spear

Fear in the walkways lined
with grim and iron faces
as Truth and Law will face the test
in his hundred paces.

Flying

Steel bird steel bird with sky high dreams
wending dark ways to the guiding beam
Lightless, less light, wind all 'round
Cloud-dark, earth-dark, billowing sound
Distant pinpricks catching the eye

Stiff back, nose down, gravity defy

Steady 'cline down in a sweeping grand

to rivers of sparkle in an ocean of land

Glitter and shine, ripple and gleam

Living, breathing light in pulsing streams
Closer and closer with swooping flight
twinkling shards to chaos bright
in sight. In mind
deep thoughts blinking in the murky deep
like little green lights at the bottom of the sea.

Vic-toe-reee

The open sky is alive,
with winds and gales,
to tease the waters into a fight.
Tries and tries, but fails.
Sheets of grey ruffled
into rifts of white and blue
Yet still and calm, beneath,
as if they never knew
what the wind was up to.
He huffs and puffs, that wind,
trees swaying in dismay,
"whiss whiss whiss," they wonder,
"what shall come of this day?"
Sands of the bank in a flurry,
flitter, fwoosh and fall
beseeching the water to give way
to the wind's mighty squall.
A steady wave of refusal
arises from the deep,
washes over the shivering banks,
puts flittering fear to sleep.
And yet the wind is raging
and restless mountains dream
of vanishing to pebble and dust
in the racing swooping scream.
The world all a-tremble,
yet the wind will not concede.
Pleas for mercy in the air
and water pays no heed
Until.......
Suddenly things are quiet
wind gone, water serene
the battle seeming done
but whose is vic-toe-reee?