husks of autumn,
brown and soggy,
reflect Moon’s
clear light
on this,
a warm winter’s night.
acrid soot of
a well used hearth
folds
evenly
into Spring’s
cusping
floral perfumes.
renewal:
expectant.
love:
unexplored.
potential:
unlimited.
and
nature
adored.
in the coming
madness
and beauty
that is my life-
that is your life
unexpected,
I stand ready,
and humble
and (slightly)
unafraid.
across the sea
somewhere,
there I
am.
here
I am,
home.
without you.
home
ain’t home
without you. so
i’m coming back.
and then,
then we gonna have
some
fun.
and
we
will be,
home.
windy
trees
shriek of the coming
storm
that
is already here.
it roiled,
as young hearts toiled
for naught else
but
a clean
start.
but the tempest calls
now
vengeful
frightful
fearful,
of the calm that will come tomorrow.
Title from “A Wrinkle In Time”:
L’Engle, Madeleine. A Wrinkle in Time. New York :Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 1962.
a thunderbolt
crashing down upon my neck.
a tidal
wave of peace,
calm,
and surrender.
two souls
peAking
through
the fog and
confusion
of Life’s
many illusions.
lighting the way with
passion
inspiration
beauty and
hope.
&
Love.
feather falls
from eagle’s wing
down from the sky
to
mind’s
eye.
from whence she came
I dunno.
but when she should go
I
follow.
unexpected
circumhappenstance
thrills
my heart exuberant
ly.
our first dance awaits:
tangled and fallen.
and whirled all about,
is this love, she asks?
(why must we doubt)
I rhyme with pride
because I must hide
anxious anticipatories.
I sing
to thank the heavens,
the Universe,
and
You.
“A man walks down the street
It’s a street in a strange world
Maybe it’s the Third World
Maybe it’s his first time around
He doesn’t speak the language
He holds no currency
He is a foreign man
He is surrounded by the sound
The sound
Cattle in the marketplace
Scatterlings and orphanages
He looks around, around
He sees angels in the architecture
Spinning in infinity
He says Amen!
Hallelujah!”
(Excerpt, Simon, Paul.”Call Me Al“, Concert in the Park, 1991)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yfBB2NG93-Q
Focus on all the beauty that remains in this world
and
Engage with it.
Engage with yourself.
Engage with others,
even those who think differently.
and most importantly:
STAND UP!
“So I’m [gonna] need every generation to put your hands up
Cause you can only get ‘em off your back when you stand up!”
(Excerpt, Technique, Immortal.”The Martyr“, The Martyr, 2011)
pittering
(too busy to patter)
skurrying &
slinking.
daintily
magically
fearfully,…
trickstery.
stopping
in order to
sniff
my heart’s intent,
he turns to go-
and turns again
to
sniff some
more.
Keeper of secrets
and mysteries,
and this boy’s imagined
histories.
Guardian
of misty nights,
and impromptu
smiles.
Mr. Foxy Fox,
welcome home,
to the castles,
and pyramids
of my mind.
bring the thunder
&
the hate.
I gots more than love,
But let us permit the myth,
and rescue from it,
Life.
Beauty is our gift:
Through care, love, and devotion.
And farts.
Reflecting on rivers,
and
estuaries.
Moonlight
And city lights
vie
to be first
to wash away
to the oblivion
that is Jersey.
Music flows from the saxman on 45th,
and from under the wheels of the 4/5 at 42nd.
I’m just getting started.
Ghetto gymnasts fling through subway cars,
Half the riders wish them behind bars.
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