"Waiting, waiting"

 

Waiting, waiting, waiting all this time

Insights crafted through the gift of rhyme

Until, revealed to me, the sink and source

Of all the misery that we endorse

Waiting, waiting, still, to find the way

To disclose truth and, then, to see the day

That revel's at the door; I count each second

Impatience drives me on, the revels beckon

Now, the time has come to change our ways

To move the needle as we set ablaze

When revel supersedes the misery

Awaken to the awesome mystery

Welcome to the love, humanity

And to the spinal fire that sets you free

Silly me.  I was having high hopes for a second.

I should write another one.  "Questioning".  I am so tired of questioning.  I have done little else for a dozen years.  

"Angel of the Wind"

 

Upon the windless mountaintop I slew

From the misty mountain's peak I threw

The vast array of brokenness in view

A tempting palisade of all that's true

If love is left as beaten, not renewed

That is the way that all my poems cue

An ending that begins the rendezvous

With angel of the wind I see in you

Strangely, understanding you has always been my ultimate goal, not the human race.  You are far more complex than three millennia of chattering humans.

"From the heart"

I was all alone

From the moment I opened my eyes

This life to atone

For the wisdom I lost in the sighs

I sought high and low

For one to bestow

The answers of love

Sent from heaven above

But the answer remained in the skies

I sing out once more

As I sweep and I soar

But, the wind carries back no replies

The magic, it seems

Is in thought and in dreams

Of the loving that carries the prize

In brief symphonies

Of activities

Of the sweeping crescendoes of love

It is where that I find

All my soul and my mind

From the heart to the heaven above

I spent a life alone, it seems

Because I never bought the schemes

Walking past the last display

All mannikins in fine array

But, still, I was alone

To wake the dream and all mankind

To love with all my loving mind

Was worth a single lifetime spent

Amidst the masses sorely bent

To find the answer to the quiz

To take the bait and play the wiz

To spend the time in barren waste

Next life to spend, at last, embraced

Amidst my loving kind

This just came out of me.  I decided not to question it.  

√

"Stepping stones and boulders"

Stepping stones and boulders

I have navigated life on stepping stones

Risen high above the broken bones

Of all; for pity's sake, I am alone

Ripping through the night upon the throne

That all of our humanity calls home

That wastage of our lives we, witless, roam

As they pile up all the boulders of the witlessness we crave

They land upon the stepping stones and build a loveless grave

I am buried in the dark while light begins to stream

As the darkness takes me, one more time it is I scream

"So you pile up all the boulders in a great morass of hate"

I bow beneath the burden 'cause I know I can relate

But, fury at the state of man is not the same at all

As hate that thrives amongst the mass as miseries befall

I am the lover in a world where loving has been strung

Upon the witless legacy millennia has sung

The boulders pile upon my back but light keeps shining through

The loving all too powerful, the fury all too new

The boulders set to crumble as I rise on stepping stones

This life, it's true, may forfeit but the love goes on in tones

Of rainbow coloured melodies that shatter all the dark

To launch the love upon a ship, on voyage we embark

"Static 2"

  Static 2

Static is a word that I use to describe

Fixity's purpose of dull-witted tribe

Infinity scribes that it all will take time

Impatiently waiting, a lion in rhyme

You are my after-all

They are not a lesser being

They have just been brutalized

My purpose is in freeing 

The beast that's compromised

You are static not at all

"Elegance"

 Maybe my favorite poem ever.  Inspired by one so full of elegance.  There is one other, though.  "Your Symphony", which no one else will ever see.  That one's through the roof.  That's not quite fair, really.  There is also "Gypsy".  Another not for public consumption, along with so many more.  In this one, particularly, to obviate confusion, the dates do not apply.  It was written after her reign began.

Elegance*

As I ride this juggernaut of life's incessant train

Gazing through lacuna's sad, estranging windowpane

Pondering the landscape as I fly across terrain

Sculpted into shapes that form in beauty and in pain

All the scenes go flying by

Composing image in the eye

Of flashing scenes of immanence

I revel in the elegance

Of best of life's portrayals

When all the falsehood has been stripped

When not reflected in the script

Deceptions and betrayals

The purity of petals blowing on the silent breeze

Sweeps with poise of elegance among the regal trees

Inherent is the elegance in which my soul delights

That touch of poise and grace that sends my soul to wondrous heights

In everything I say or do or love or hold upright

My revelry necessitates that elegance bedight

w

Maybe the finest moment of my life was seeing her portray the Gypsy Rose.  It may be pure foolishness on my part, but I felt she was singing to me.  Yeah, long story.  She probably wouldn't even know to what I was referring,  I could be wrong.  She really is a kaleidoscope of the unexpected.

"The crown"

This life's been reduced to the barest of crumbs

The answers produced in the smallest of sums

For effort has weighed on the challenge of dreams

The misery sings in the ears with its screams

No longer the art in the smallest of frames

The love and affection that finally tames

The unhappy life of the crown and the king

Never before have the passions took wing

And sung to the beauty of life that can be

When life is no longer an effort to flee

When measures of love detonate with esprit

The measure of life is not judged by degree

w

"Rhoetry"

 Rhoetry

It's funny how the rhoetry proceeds

In and out among the barren weeds

The answers come from caverns never known

The wind of rhoetry in grotto blown

Caressing all the fissures in the stone

Seeking out the answers never shown

The guiding crest of love within the night

To find the carven words in wizard's light

"Stranger Tides"

 Stranger tides

Rhoetry's intentions came a-calling just today

Blasting mind's connections to the scenes along the way

Meaningless relations as a substitute for life

Faulty alterations made; each moment, then, is rife

Parading right on down the street of pain

Glorifying rites of hurricane

Exaltations in attempt to just exist

False confessions heart cannot resist

Shatter now that mirror into shards

Pour it down the rabbit hole that guards

The nightmare 'gainst the dreams of stranger tides

Of life that has a meaning and intent

Along the ridge of life the specter rides

Until we learn to love, it won't relent

"Notes"

 

Another way in which I will succeed

In shrugging off the witlessness we bleed

Is in the notes and harmony as keyed

In black and white as fingers do the deed

In 3/8 time, of course  ;~j

"The pinnacle"

The tumbled rocks, the shattered walls
The bruises from the vast pitfalls
To rise again, to face the task
To answer questions that I've asked
To shed momentum of the fool
You find in me, the living tool
Never in a lifetime's span
Will I contrive to kick the can

Though many walls come tumbling down
In shatterfalls across the ground
Still rubble of the walls remain
Until a lifetime fully sane
From start to finish coalesces
A life of balance, then, progresses
To the pinnacles of love

w

"Reinvention"

 Reinvention

Messages are streaming untoward

A heightened sense is welcoming aboard

The heart that sensed; the wings that finally soared

In realizing all is in accord

Moment by moment, the vast reinvention 

From far Xanadu into depths of creation

I gaze at the foment, the skin as it sheds

The whirling of colours, the altering threads

The heart like a hammer, reinvention sustained

I ache, just once more, sans heart as it rained

" Ricochet"

Banging off the ceiling and the walls

A heart is seen recovering from falls

Slamming down the corridors and halls

Is other heart's reflection that enthralls

That other heart inspires the swing and sway

Conditions that reverberate each day

I take a punch into another way

No emptiness can ever really smother

Explosions in crescendo of the other

That is the way this heart will always be

A different case when talk of agapé

For love itself, unfettered by the bray

Of  the pall of animal's stupidity

Unleashing unconditional love for all humanity

No, agapé will never stand a chance

'Til awfulness is shed from sight and stance

Loving of a monster is so difficult indeed

And, monster's are too many that still live with crippled creed

"Awaiting"

Even my laugh lines are filled with the tears

Of bittersweet nothings that roll through the years

The ache will not go, for une autre vie's wait

For the coming of time of the loving in state

The laughs and the lines that reverberate

The tears and the lack can only relate

To the past and the pain, for the futures await

The love

"Life on Earth"

The molecules bonded in ways that were strange

They bonded with others and, then, began change

Earth's barren horizon had blossomed with life

Then, came on the struggle as all became strife

The animal ways only heightened the stress

But, man, only man, in its witless distress

With mutant awareness above all the rest

Could wreak such pure havoc, the fabric to test

Awareness obstructed from dawn of its kind

Humanity battled, its way most confined

By strictures and senseless, absurd paradigms

Let's change up the rhythm as life becomes blest

By sentient life, on its way to its best

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Life should be like symphony and music lead the way

The day has dawned, humanity awakens from its stay

In hell

All the falsity we live is gone like dust on wind

At last, the travesty of rutting beast we all rescind

To hell

The pomp and circumstance of man

The senseless reeling of the span

Of all our bygone days

Is now officially over

"A woman's love"

A woman's love

Unique in our affairs is both the wonder and breadth of

Magnificence and beauty found within a woman's love

Through the tumult of deceit that mankind does endorse

Only this has kept us right and steady on the course

That love is the epitome of life in this domain

And reason as the balance needed so that we remain

And forge ahead through brutal depths of man

To finally unfold all of the lovingfull wingspan

For me it is a special grace and pledge

That keeps me balanced on the razor's edge

w

Whew!  I was worried that this wasn't in the book of poems (I won't change it to 'rhoems', even though ....).  It was there.  It would have been a transgression of severe proportions if it was missing.  Not to say that the book isn't a mess.  Sigh.  I'll clean it up if given a reason ... or not.  It's just not my decision.

"Cycles"

 

Cascading of the second

As it ripple into days

The centuries that beckon

As the streams are set ablaze

Time is of an essence

All the changes to denote

The human in its presence

As it grows beyond the rote

The centuries roll into anecdote

Millennia brought unto the fore

And images connote

Notes become symphonic score

Of changes that we wrote

"Bulletproof, again"

 

Each plate slams into body leaving me within

Leaving me with nothing but a feeling that's akin

To hummingbird's erratic flight, or mountaintop aflame

To clatter of the armour as it slams around my frame

Another life upon the altar, witness to all time

In passages of insights that were written out in rhyme

Armour stiff, the fury heavy, dragging on the chain

Love esprit, in every way, I'm bulletproof, again