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A match in the sky all aglow to keep vigil
A sigh ablaze hearts' hunger fill
Chambers brilliant bejeweled with tears
I miss him that's so clear...
Dew handed clock flight it keeps tab
Future memories on the look-out
Scaling might of heights no map
Vanquishing jealousy, fear and doubt...
Lantern dotted midnight mile
Ambit of unforsaken twilight
Sky to tread upon only to beguile
In need of respite yet no where in sight...
Ribbons of murmuring sweetly disguised
Spell of the heart a charm devised
Unmasked yet veiled in lace of sheer
I miss him that's so clear...
Music swirling with lights dancing merrily
blind & deaf with the mute paint and sing
Of colors glowing invisible as it ring
Anguish & happiness blends in harmony
Rousing deep slumber's knotted lethargy
Christmas lantern 'neath the rain stands guard
flashing as it flickers sighs of musical notes
On glass hearts' deafening silence as it floats
The clock drowning in smiles of no regard
Marching with no compass on season's yard
Waves of light & sound bend to dash and sway
Ripe with thick mist soothingly caress to pierce
Upbraiding flashing memories both tame and fierce
From a chasm of maze tears sweet and bitter well forth
Christmas lantern young and old lead the way tow'rd north
City of BrickI found a kingdom in a city of iron
rough, sharp with bristles and horn
decaying rain pours fumes of death
on victims' random trapped breath
Its faded beauty's muffled cry I heard
Heard it from pure iron's heart spurred
An invisible pull a heart can not reckon
'neath layers of debris none can beckon
Wails of slavery's griping ironclad's passion
an enslavement in unending coiled succession
Once again for freedom noble blood bleeds dry
Bleeding dry on a Cross unseen nails Faith's spy
I found a kingdom in a city of brick
a vineyard redeemed in grace ripe and thick
Grape's trunk scorched yet death it defied
Defying weeds of cynics and skeptics tide
Bands of goodwill must work solidly to unite
forging inspiration into action of Faith's Light
A garden rising in the steely bog of endless night
Only hearts may know what logic resists with might
Peeling years of rust and rot fueled by Hope and Love
Revealing its heart meshed in beauty, scars, and flaws wove
Weaving scarred-beauty with threads o
Icy sunshine caressingly melt
as vapors of love float and knelt
Angels unhindered descending
in syllables of dreams unending
Hearts if but for a moment kissed
amidst distance with time insist
A winter fire within unknown, a spark unseen
Each ship sailing content and so serene
Gusts of thundery inaudible song clamor
Surfs roared and trampled in stillness tremor
Fiery icicles rattling with waves drumming
Trumpets blared mutely yet forthcoming
Felt to hear each heartbeat without a miss
'though battered with cries, sighs, glee or bliss
A winter fire within unknown, burning unseen
Each ship sailing content and still serene
Petalled dreams drifting and darting
in between snow webs and sand parting
Lanterns of light and dark lined each heart
Mysteries so bright weaved never to part
Unending love its siren a chant concealed
Distance its magic spell mustn't be repealed
A winter fire shared yet unknown ablazed unseen
Each ship seemingly sailing content and serene...
Sun is Out
Gloom and gray frosty lace obstinately lingers
Hazy fog tightly woven in veils of shadow shivers
Sun is out warmly blowing kisses of glitters
Elusive arc of sun rays I searched in nature and grace
Leap High... Dive Deep...
You are free to roam and fly
dreams of your desire so high
unhampered and unhindered
untethered and unconquered
Seed of freedom deeply planted
didn't sprout what you wanted
Wings ensconced in doubt and fear
Light struggles 'gainst night so clear
You misjudged and presumed too much
that I'll quench your wanderlust and clutch
Blocking your power to take a leap and risk
as your ambitions are ripening on an obelisk
Your freedom is not mine to take and keep
Decisions yours alone to make and reap
Sense of determination and total surrender
Winding ventures obscure engendered to ponder
Two gifts I offer you: Wings of priceless freedom
and roots of Truth founded in Love and Wisdom
Find courage to nurture, proclaim, and defend it
in an armored suit befitted and willingly commit
Ode to JK Galbraith
Brilliant mind your voice drowned and silenced
as the world waltzed and wallowed in pretense
Prisoners we are of the fog alongside history's lens
Digging, stumbling unbeknownst I fell into time's eaves
Wisdom with merit entombed as virtue on cue weaves
A voice of reason vanquished into oblivion
Marginalized, discarded as an aberration
Logic's thirst for truth unchained in suspension
Sterling errors its charms and trammel rusting
Truth's vitality crushed yet shines unrelenting
Soul of good-will flawed and imperfect you maybe
Never did you boastfully impose your will and decree
Nor did you claim you have the divining eye to foresee
"innocent fraud" political crafts of "mythical truth"
so elegant as we cursed the light preferring death and soot!
Accidentally blessed I was somehow to have found your work
While searching for answers sifting and sorting into murk
The haughty go berserk; the mighty from the challenge shirk
Somewhere I know I'll find a beacon to throw out the anchor
Lip Service Or Is It Lip Sync?Yes, a verse to start...
An echo of a searching heart
A hymn so framed as a piece of art
seemed sincere, yet its content
quite steeped in superficiality foment
Foolish is he to think Faith
True Faith is born in airy wraith
from reading Clive's works in a wink
acquiring human knowledge in a blink
only to find he needs to re-think
Human knowledge is not enough
if slavery from sin he wants to slough
Solid effort at times heroic required
if genuinely he aims for what he aspired
to claim and lay siege on Heaven's Heart he so desired...
Dancing With Love's Shadow...Beyond aimless mornings
sky's torn cloudless weeping
Pink leaves so rare caught your
shadow so bright slowly fading
Pink leaves with crisp breeze dancing
Slow dancing in untraceable paleness
Hidden in night's shades merrily spinning
with cloaked trace of doubt and sadness
Between dreams of midnight awakenings
Soft music inviting - lead the way my darling...
yet only your shadow in this starless sky I see
as the nights swallow you and I scream dissolving
Steps we take as we shuffle to trust or not
Remaining deaf to poems hearts may have heard
yet lullaby swiftly climbs and glides cold and hot
As I danced with Love's shadow -- sweetly seared - still I doubt...
The Difference Between You and IThe thorns sink in as the road darkens ahead and I dream that one day we can sleep in peaceful beds
as the air thickens with night's reign as fear spreads.
When will yesterday be a forgotten sentence?
We seek calm yet we must meet war head on without undue pretense.
To put the animal out of it's misery, to call upon those who seek to civilize,
I yet walk with my dreary head held high,
I float away while the greedy drown in their vicious lies.
Some may have sympathized for my plight
but the awakened souls know who has always won the fight,
now we are millions spanning all races
putting those who put skin or body ahead through their paces,
my name helped inspire a mounting torch,
your dying legacies of hatred are already among the forgotten faces.
WaterWhen the universe began, I threw some water
Just splashed it about in the air
And it rolled itself into droplets
Don't you worry, my friend
The law of continuous entropy
Was upheld when it began
I threw the water out into space
Polarity forced it into beadlets
But instead of looking, I counted the molecules
I searched through it all
Piece by piece I dissected it
Splayed out in the air, the universe was perfect.
Unlike you and I
Who refuse to believe it began
When I threw water
Well it did, I said
And you know what
I like that water
Sustains our precious life
Builds membranes, delicately balancing pH
On an imaginary scale
Water that is split into pieces
Every time a plant needs sugar
And made the forest from the dirt
We live on a droplet of water
But yet we refuse to believe
That I threw all this water
All this water
It was only a cup or so
Last night I threw it out into space
Rave New WorldRave New World
From Huxley's novel, "Brave New World"
In the style of Tagorean* verse
I often wonder what world this is, that I have come to. The third world, maybe? All the
Vestiges of underdevelopment, vividly lying before our eyes. And what a sight to see.
Garbage and leftover food on the streets, much of it at the bases of waste baskets.
There are coffee shops and cafes here and there, but some are in the strangest places__
Auto repairs, petrol pumps, taxi stands...
Every where where the simpler commoner soul can reach, but sadly,
It lies out of reach of us high-borns.
I sit in one for only a second or two, and they wander in [mayhap from a gutter
At the crossroad?] and rave. Over all and sundry, but nothing worth a penny.
What world is this, at last. I think I know it now.
It is a Rave new world.
This Machine Kills FascistsHave you ever seen the movie
About the signing of the peace treaty?
So thank you, Mr. Reyes
For reminding us why in war
Drums and fifes always came before
Guns and knives
Because hearts and minds mattered in the days
Before drone strikes.
Because even weapons would rather not kill people.
Even guns would rather be guitars.
So gracias, Senor Reyes, for liberating the oppressors.
My friend is a French and Indian war re-enactor.
A few times a summer,
He and his friends dress up in period clothing,
Ride around on horses
And shoot muskets at each other.
Let’s be peace re-enactors,
And let’s make it authentic.
Let’s make music and remember
There will always be at least this one thing
We do better than machines.
Remember why every bomb whistles on its way to the ground.
Let’s remember that a song is a start,
That a call to arms is cool,
But a farewell to them is the real revolution.
Remember that all poems are petitions.
This one will not end the politicians
Cuando esto sucedioEl gran dinosaurio escupió un grito de dolor.
Cuando esto sucedió, la Tierra escupió fuego.
Cuando esto sucedió, el gran dinosaurio se volvió roca.
Cuando esto sucedió, el mar rompió la roca.
Cuando esto sucedió, las corrientes marinas y el viento arrastraron arena.
Cuando esto sucedió, se formaron playas y montañas.
Cuando esto sucedió, los humanos habitaron en ellas.
Cuando esto sucedió, las fábricas comenzaron a funcionar.
Cuando esto sucedió, el humo invadió el aire.
Cuando esto sucedió, los humanos temieron habitar cerca dellas.
Cuando esto sucedió, el plástico comenzó a agotarse.
Cuando esto sucedió, el petróleo contamino el mar.
Cuando esto sucedió, la roca ardió en las chimeneas.
Cuando esto sucedió, la Tierra escupió agua.
Cuando esto sucedió, los edificios se volvieron roca.
Cuando esto sucedi
is when one group of people
and another group of people
are told that it is necessary to kill each other
and that it is justifiable to do so,
in the name of a quarrel
between two transcendent beings
whose causes are universally more important
than the millions of lives against them.
These millions of lives
are against them by default, of course,
because their own transcendent leader
is in a quarrel with the other.
So they slaughter each other
in the name of all that is righteous,
until their great gods have had their fill
and reach an agreement,
and the world is right again.
A million deaths is not a tragedy;
It is a million tragedies happening all at once.
GandhiThis is not
A get up and go poem.
I've heard news enough -
The statistics, the suicides.
I've been walking to the steady tempo
Of bombs ticking in planes, in cars, in
The mouths of strangers. And no, I can't
Bring myself to look the homeless in the eye,
Can't think too hard too often about disaster victims;
Such empathy would implode in my chest, deflate me
Until the husk of my body curled around itself.
Gandhi said: be the change
That you wish to see in the world.
Those words tumbleweeded in my rib cage a while;
Be the change, change, change those empty
Beautiful words. I thought:
You see, these dry bones
Are my precious own, trying their hardest to live.
This is not
A get up and go poem.
But it could be.
Not My War, Not My RevolutionNot my war, not my revolution
echoed my confused and guilty generation
Not my problem, not my headache
those decisions are not mine to make
Not my issues, not my concern
This war we usurp to start and burn
Not my dilemma, not my pickle
I didn't carry the hammer nor sickle
Not my father, not my mother
Why do I need to even bother...
Not my husband, not my wife
I live a quiet and comfortable life
Not my son, not my daughter
I live for the now not the here after
Not my nephew, not my niece
But I want my freedom and peace
Not my grandson, not my granddaughter
I'm too weak, old, and hang-over
Not my friend, not my neighbor
I'm invincible to death's vigor
Not my wake, not my funeral
Apathy flashing on Times Square's mural!
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