IN A BLINK

In a blink and I am gone

With a wink and a song

To feel so low it’s open to me

Only able to grow and be free

I want to die and shout

But I cry and face my doubt

Thoughts are muttering in my mind

My heart is fluttering in what I will find

With your back toward me now

I will attack without knowing how

This entry may be my last

Get on with my life it’s coming fast

EXHALE THE DIRECTIONS

Gonna have a real good time

They say it won’t hurt either

The stimulation peaks a genuine roll

Speaking in the personal passionate invention

Yikes, the flash of freedom is staring into the sea

Economy folds the waiting in hunger

Hear my song and waiting to come along

This is a new moon flushed currents

Now I’m still waiting without spring

Spreading the poetry willfully like burnt whistles

Really need you in this forced meandering forest lure

What can I do to determine the epicenter trembling gust

Exhale the directions, inhale the dust, blow out recourse

All must worship Earth’s bare naked trip

Her blood rising in tunnels and caves

All glory, sadness and thighs, her mind perspires knowing

The ghosts crawl back into the murky wombs inherited by foolish humans

Terrified shores as their peril is a dictation in master fabrications

Her blue Sunday was the only one in the world

Awaiting the tender times and seeking death as a pronounced friend

I could smoke the awkward heat and bathe without air

She is the horizon azure in a prisms of metamorphosed ghouls 

Strength adding in the ships current walk

I can see the words you long for like beaten dreams

I’m running low on mystery, my tongue withering

My eyes can’t spy into the house of love

I searched the roads and turned the piles over

I know all the fear and the weekends all frozen

I can see you what you do and I love and know

A meadow comes to view, ash clouds, supple wind hush

The frontier and Indians swirl midnight trance- Formless

Naked to the earth gods the maker the mother the tears

I have to be gone.  Never to be or seen.

The old blues man you need to understand

Tell them all to follow the white raven into ever last perching

Just take my hand the wonder is complete as in feathers

Growing high the time to lead buried fortunes chapped windy blur

It all just me, the west was here the east was there and the north was south

Going down, now there is the worship coming on spanked and modeled

I’m a vast inquiry searcher and madman to words that verge

Like an itch the corner block is the laughing-stock trickery

A phone booth changeling the murder now pretense

And we were together anyway in the evening I’d give back to you

And your mind the soft think and wonder, I cry- play it brother

Ever consider the grizzly bear the world as a savior

Do you remember the pain and there is never going to be one

A chance anyway her writing pleasure and I’m alone for you in the meadows

Sure Thing it’s amazing

My heart is wild the child cool as a kiss on the face

Our nature belongs to forged lunatic night

Come be the hunger and in your eyes freedom is born

It’s always a matter of time hanging from this wire transmission porthole

Who can take what I cannot and keep on dreaming

You?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

DECISIONS: THE END DEAD

LOST LAKE

 

Eagle Eagle wicked flight

Soaring high without might

Eagle Eagle power strewn you

Show me how wicked are you

 

Given light in birth

Madness and mirth

Tranquil shuttering moon

Flutter Flutter like a balloon

Crimson sun hues Earth

 

Raven Raven tortured soul

Changeling, mockery and a fool

Raven Raven wisdom blackens you

Show me what color are you

 

Translucent night in death

Sadness last breath

Chanting humbled runes

Hear your voice real soon

Flutter Flutter like a balloon

Omniscient Augur’s quest

DECISIONS: THE END DEAD

THE OMEN:

 

Aha, aha ha

My wonderful,

Precious gifts are found inside;

You speak with fantasy,

And  can see the eagle’s pronouncing glide.

 

Aha, aha

My lost soul,

Empty minded luxuries gone;

I toss vocabulary,

And ride upon a silhouette of a swan.

 

Aha, ah

My simplicity,

Eager to touch your intent;

I’ll remember wisdom,

And hold it until I’m unbent.

 

Aha,

My creature,

Only you have the fear;

Caress my lament,

And let love be as sincere.

 

Ah,

My inspiration,

You devoured all of life’s malice;

I wish you well,

And may we always seek freedom’s palace.

 

 

DECISIONS: THE END DEAD

Eagle catches air; glides in tune

Fluttering each feather in his beautiful plume

I’m so sad to have to stand and stare

For I can’t fly, I know it’s unfair

Talking, saying hello, good day or like wise

The world is organic then it dies

Perished, polished, unfamilar dreams

Twinkled time takes the place of screams

So I ask the eagle when he lands on my shoulder

What is it like to soar over this boulder

He replies with a shine in his eye

There’s more to life than being able to fly

If you’d like, just give it a try