December 27, 2006

Vast

beneath the boundless firmament
the measureless leagues
of the grassius inland sea
ponder....

which way is up?
which way yon?
tumble and wreck and
you can't distinguish
where the pririe ends
and distance begins

through the forests
of bluestem and switch
sedge and isolation
and illimitable golds
the kames
left jumbled and forlorn
where glaciers swept
rock between pannes

a tinder strike
agitates the red buffalo
but the race to devour life
is expected
hidden motives bound
from the inferno
as it devours tender stems
that wait with longing
for god's tears....

everything is reborn
that dies again

Iktomi

ictinike

when is who
and why is
now....
shadow dancer
when your haze
touches us, we spit
and throw herbs
over our shoulders
into the fire

oh ksa....
your twisting
house of cards
and intricate weaves
deserted you, didnt they?
could it have been
those strings you used
to trip all up?
maybe you left
too many holes
in the dreamworld's
mitt

invisible bear traps
and bizarre demeanor
you have become
your deliberate
deception.
that was for
the curiosity seekers,
coyote...

now who's wise?

traust…ignis fatuus

subsonic wave
peter's salt

one moment
affectional nurture
the next….
beggared

brindled cervidae
abandoned by rogue lead
distraught, bewildered
drifting aimless
till covalent bond
of limbic nature
encountered

Into me….see

the seasons wax….
till imperial pedicle
breached
a mensa et thoro

Cernunnos

gypsy band engaged
the ramble ensues
seasons wane….
and crystals nip
external branches

when chance met
wellspring reminisced
charity's faith wont
familial bond?

subsonic wave
peter's salt

traust…ignis fatuus

Shadow Warriors

Clang! Clang!
the Rudianos hurl
ooloos against rock and shield
Taranis sparks the shadow warriors….

Diord Fionn!

wandering from
Bealtaine to Samhain
across Cocidus' wild fields
ever watchful, hunger rabid
Agrona beckons….

weave the hair
and run the course
if overtaken, shame be yours
if weapons quiver, scorn is thine
if hair disturbed, ignominy
jump the bough high as chest
stoop a branch low as knees
de-thorn the paw at full pace
shadow warrior….

Caladcholg stretched
a rainbow's length
to chant the bard's canticle
Badbh's black crows ignite your blood
Whilst Fea loathes and Nemon spits

Morrigan be with you!

for the G

Huracan

the baguio swept in
with its mach
countered winds
and mesoscalish
equilibrium,
eyewall funnels
reaching for
setembro's sun

daaih fung....

terrene's gyration
drove coriolis' onus
pole bound
from cape's release
tears and calidity
leading tuulis
ever highward
till precip hurled

urdu….

the first to
encounter
the warm consequance
and with no life
to hold them
the dunes were
sacrificed
grain by grist

tufao….

the shore's
contrition
writhed in the
troposphere's convection
whilst seaboard sand
abducted and bartered
by dark clouded swell
dissolved…

the quondam is rare,
rebuilding despeired

Eternal

life's eternal transience
one must learn
this lesson's a hard one
to hang on to never
let nothing cling
for the cycle will begin
anon and anew
thousands upon tens
of echoes down corridors
lost in subliminal smaze
so what's one more
to scratch it's mark
on frattered cheval

Penumbra

slipping medially
the shaded arc
neither here nor when
civilized nor friend
aching difference
permits no roots to ground

Watch
Wache
bewaken

sharing ultra ambit acreage
with huldra, gawi and gnomes,
gross whispered tulpa
passing, undiscovered

watch but neer be seen
see but neer engage
join but neer enter

forsake nimbled catwalk
tween umbra and glow,
those long obscured driftings
through time's aurora,
all sentient assemblages
deflected, abstained

No alliance or taction sought
depth of ingress fleeting craved
penumbra's yearnings yield

Wasn't

seraphic limbs
float through
mirrored times
surveying life's
circumstances
and though
vibrations felt,
because of
the impermanence
of matter
never are those
polished glazes
to breech....
all that is left
to essence is
to mark shadows with
what may have been
but wasn't

The Bell Jar

le plante fragile

the delicate seedling
trembles in glacial eves
which creep into brittle morn
till cloche en verre by
human tender lavish

with notions of refuge
and warmth engendered
neath fluid mantel of
blown lucidity
the tender newborn
regards winter's sweep,
savoring spring's flush
in the midst of
frigid arctic blast

but desert's solitude
manifests quarantined ambience
from assembly's coherence
and the infant shoot hungers
for amity, never realizing
succor parallels vacuum

looking outwards through
translucent and warped burette
it beholds through wavy light
untold numbers of
kindred yet stranded
lone-verses
marching off
into infinity's field

La Belle

I bought two and a half acres of wooded land a few years ago. Love the semi-solitude and the feeling of being one with nature. Lots of critters wandering all over the property. I have found evidence such as foot prints and scat, rubbed/scratched trees and dens, and I've seen and heard many others. And there are plants here you would pay an arm and a leg for at the nursery growing wild….I am in heaven. But as is always the case where ever I live, strange things were afoot.

The house is set in the middle of the property, but with the driveway and washes the front of the property is pretty much visible. It's in the back acre….dark, mysterious, impenetrable. You take one foot into the woods and the shadows descend, cutting you off from the house almost immediately. There are places back there where no light whatsoever penetrates. The black is void….pockets of anti-matter. I tried to familiarize myself with every inch of my property, but there are still spots to this day that I can't reach….not physically, but emotionally, psychically. The oppressiveness overwhelms….the darkness blinds. I now have 3 dogs, and even they avoid certain spots. And the portals, omg….another story. One can get lost back there and no one, not even the dogs, can find you. But like I said, another story….

I wanted to be able to walk and survey all my property, so I began cutting trails, me and my clippers, saw and rake. It was while I was doing this that I began to have strange feelings, feelings that I was being watched. I would look up and just see a shape moving between the shadows. As the days went by, the feelings became stronger, and I began to look up sooner and see clearer. A little girl…..long blond hair….ragged dress. I don't know if she was following me or I just happened to be wherever she was hanging out.

Then the encounters began to multiply. I'd be in the house and see her out the window, at the edge of the woods. It was constant, first every few days, then daily, then…wtf? I was being stalked by a ghost? I mean, with all the other beings and such flitting about back there (and there were legions….another story), why this one? I never saw her face….and I have to tell you, this is a long time nightmare of mine. Can't explain it, don't want to go there. But suffice it to say the encounters began to take on a dread factor.

It had been a few months now, and the encounters slowed down, or else I became immune to her presence. But then again, it could have been all the other shit going on. I was settling in, getting to know my 'other' neighbors. I tell you what, the back of the property was an other-worldly Grand Central Station - whoohoo. If you were at all sensitive, you couldn't keep up with the goings-on. Just pop some popcorn and sit back and watch the show.

I was getting ready for bed one night. My half of the house is a master suite, and I had left the bathroom light on (I was skeered!). The door to the bathroom was directly across from my bed. I had drifted off I think, you know that time where the buzzing starts and your eyes fade in and out. Well something told me to open my eyes….so I did, slowly. And there she was!!! Standing in the doorway, the light from the bathroom a nimbus around her. She was solid as fuck! Jesus! She was looking right at me, though I couldn't see her face….Oh, this was one of my inborn horrors in the flesh. A primal fear that was intertwined with my DNA. My body froze, locked in place by nightmarish memories…. Neither of us moved for some moments, and I tried in vain to close my eyes. When I was finally able to I began putting up shields, the hair on my body rising as I felt her come closer. Jesus fucking horsies! What did she want?! This was getting to personal, to invade my space, my home. The woods were one thing, but in my house?!

So while I was a praying, I could feel her getting closer and closer, my abject terror sending out vibes strong enough to stun a cow. I opened my eyes just as she was reaching out……..and she faded. Poof. Oh thank fucking god! I jumped out of bed and turned on all the lights. Ran around like a headless chicken, just to dissipate the energy. Christ that was close!

The next day I started the Barrier….nothing was allowed into the clearing or my house - y'all could have the back woods, but me and mine was off limits fuckers! Some weeks went by and a semblance of calm returned. My friend AnnaLee happened by one day, and she told me out of the blue (of course) that some little girl was trying to contact me, wanting to ask forgiveness. Seems she was 'assigned' to the property, to monitor and herd émigrés, but that she had slackened in the interval when no one lived on the property. She had just wanted to let me know she was back on the job….well hell, just come out and say so! Don't scare the shit out of me!

Of Smoke and Mirrors

smoke....born of the flame
a sign of smoldering embers
composed of fragmentary dreams

or a wind flown mist
of translucid rainbows
scooped up
from languid shores

hiding reason
or life's frailties
and adding a hint of wildness
to any dish

it's not a calculated obstruction,
it but wants those it has enveloped
to rummage for terra firma

and you can have dialogue
with it, if you only know
the screen's tattoo

now mirrors....

coat within
to recognize
planar counterparts

curve them
to espy
convergent caves
or intersecting vexes

glaze without
to inspect
parabolic light from stars
or the leftover crumbs of life

layer the lacquer atoms thick
and the dark will see,
the light are blind

bend the colors
to annihilate
or acquaint

but the special ones
oh, the special ones
they grant Aranmula's luck

so the question remains....
can wild light refractions
ever interface
with scrambled motes?
can confoundment
ever synthesize?

Caveman Theatre

scapish hollows
prying, waiting
elementary math
the devil's calling

judge not
the coast's word
red days and
roman stars
down
down
down....
no chance of
youth's amen

watch the jars
bring them clues
offend and leave
agree to match
bring me back
to serenity's constant
slip of the tongue
my ancient lake

opium fed cats
pomegranate fat
snapping true
on face and knees
lapping at flowers
fringing death

squeezing music
from deepest flute
filthy chords
in C minor....
and the snake
winds it's way
through shit

sensible whores
invest in life
dues that can't
be afforded
fought and hated
pointless attitude
versional love

taste is hot
forgiveness, time
save the branding
turn and thank
deny, forget,
pray they watch
and spin the master's door
practically falling
swearing....
seeing....

reach and drop
those advantages
steal and trash
those prayers
grotesque white boxes
pretty in a row
different umbras
are proper round

wake of poseidon
horrible voice
honest channels
and useless time
speaking nowhere
too powerful to vanish
underestimation....
recommendation....
cruel buttered tsunami
....in the caveman's theatre

Above the Ground

willing oddness
speak and want,
noisey sameness
stays the door

tilt and feint
the gilded french,
dig then yell
and spend the demand
right upgraded
cries when blown,
wasted attention
cause no one knows

dried up shame
luck too deformed
nothing but
fuzzed paper....
would dying be
obvious?

surfing the blood
on a necklace with wings
tacky yesterdays
and practical
competitions

violent summer reason
gone down to honesty
morning's half
journey, a massive stray
with tongues flung
round futures spelled
and cliffs that shook
worshipped the dirt

flayed brain gravity
using pathetic microlights,
grouped knowledge
that's rainbow incited
licking blindness
nobody expressed,
someone else's topic
walking through doors

you can hear
the trapped moments
dreaming their offenses
on the sideline
and the yellow undertow
with it's addictive sounds,
ones we can't have
above the ground

Mental Bogeymen

over seas
and under
eclipsed humps
of senseless
experience
mental
bogey men
hitching
programs
that taste
of bismuth
and sound
did you hear
the tablets
when they fell?
the line
took offense
yet followed
and returned

it only takes
a second
to refuse
warmth hours
old
near death
survived and
slept with,
a something mood
checked and
unexpected,
fundamental
idiocy
discussed
with the abyss
and the loser
shines neath
the inside
sky

God's Lil Joke

icy waters
underground
insane slayers
lead
the address
mine
inkeep thanked
threshold
left and center

behind
crooked marsh
creep rivers red
the soul's tears
blending
gentle
do i fight?
from the depths
of lost?
oh, god's lil joke
searched and
random

The Color Blue

cobalt skies so clear
you can survey the ancient words
traversing them far and close
in an unknown patois

ultramarined waves so smooth
you can repose on satin opulance
cherished as a bebe
while lihtan shoots
traipse those wide skies

teal smoke so revealing
accepting all and essence
designs covined and lain
seen through to creation's birth

blu rooms......
yes, the familiar hollow for now
but for those lost
on their way to destiny
there is always respite found

exit gently....

visual ache
strong and cleansed
protective, suited
answers hell's
season, warm
and meaningless
amongst active fields
of spore
sight unseen
involving lights
and knifed nerves

paying nonsense
to cover up
maturity born
of belittled spawn
horribly effective
those mistaken actions
and blasted
mines of gold
multi-cursed
placed and balanced
ejeculating reams
and fathoms
of unique lipped
scent

glow in the dark
significance
fits into pinkened
hooks, shining,
found beyond
the freakish chatter
a thousand hands old
intention's fodder
a deaths echo
with a dash of oil
the fire, patient
burns remains
that exit gently....

those rubbed thoughts....

witnessed eyes

and ears that
damn
found guilt
that waits
and sharpens
rubbed up
against the
thought's
will
deceiving
detection
and felt
joy....
determined
and authenticated
the countless
selves
opened and
godless
incapable
of even ignorance
seized upon by
nightmares
instead of
dream
the circle
achieves
sorrow
in the
first person
world

naked auras
altered stares
stumble aft
and fallen
ignorance
the discovered
theory
free with existence
an outside studies'
last creation
staged with a bang
those argued atoms
and stars that die
supernova's nest
complex and momentary
with the realization
that sound is in combat
ripping nothing....
in tatters....absent
the quality hydrated,
uninhabitated....
expressed

take the time
to regard the
eaten and transcended
elapsed sanity
leaking mojo
on preached
and broken levels
devastated
conditioning
and unwelcomed
meanings....
amnesiac

blued teeth
chattering
the wireless
listens when
the ego confused
is left wandering....
instrumentals
of self analysis
those random
psychologies
through amazing
rust....excused
for i am what i meant