tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60832755946754921792024-03-07T20:52:21.740-08:00rubbed thoughtsthe twists and twinnings of a fractured mindrubbed thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08478657609686006681noreply@blogger.comBlogger180125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083275594675492179.post-5310225362259937102013-11-14T19:27:00.000-08:002013-11-14T19:27:05.840-08:00ardent wavesthe heat shimmering in the air so bent<br />
everything gone the color of the glare<br />
<br />
even the leaves off ghostly trees<br />
and ranch buildings in the distant dust<br />
surrounded by fibonaccied bales<br />
<br />
ponies nose deep in fields of wild oats<br />
munching witnesses to the past<br />
as the shades of the departed<br />
continue on with their appointed tasks<br />
<br />
cha oz<br />
06 16 13 rubbed thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08478657609686006681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083275594675492179.post-1917772888612466002013-11-14T19:26:00.002-08:002013-11-14T19:26:09.678-08:00don't<div class="_5k3v _5k3w clearfix">
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why do I always do it<br />
<br />
why am I the one everyone runs to<br />
while in the thick of combat<br />
and why…why do I always fall for it?<br />
<br />
don’t call me and rant about the injustice<br />
go on and on and make me a convert<br />
wallow in ‘woe is me-isms’ and get me to agree<br />
make me feel pity so I start raging in your name<br />
<br />
don’t wind me up and point me<br />
towards the battles you’ve chosen<br />
let me go out there on that limb of righteousness<br />
let me speak your piece (and lose my peace)<br />
in a tone you could never unleash on those you care for<br />
<br />
don't make me the heavy, the baddy, the mom<br />
then half a day later<br />
spin 180 degrees in a half fishtail<br />
gears grinding while the gas is engaged<br />
and agree with the visiting army’s ambassadors<br />
<br />
just don’t…<br />
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cha oz<br />
06 24 13 </div>
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rubbed thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08478657609686006681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083275594675492179.post-88968848790852185552013-11-14T19:25:00.002-08:002013-11-14T19:25:22.841-08:00weren't you<div class="_5k3v _5k3w clearfix">
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weren’t you the one who…<br />
promised till the end of time<br />
to always be there when trouble arose<br />
reward every scene of bravado<br />
bolster all ideas and a trembling faith?<br />
<br />
weren’t you supposed to…<br />
run through the fires of youth with me<br />
remain a part of us when there was a them<br />
see things through the same kaleidoscope lense<br />
help circle the wagons when the enemy was nigh<br />
stand close behind me when I ventured on without a light<br />
be my Confessor, my Co-Conspirator, my Cavalry?<br />
<br />
Yet you’ve been…to my utter surprise…<br />
my frequent detractor<br />
one who believes I can’t decipher, ponder<br />
or take a walk through the labyrinth<br />
whose narrow opinion of mine and me<br />
is stuck with the swings in the playground<br />
<br />
how can one thrive in a vacuum<br />
made up of figments forever lost<br />
in an apparition of sacrifice<br />
that never made it to your soul?<br />
<br />
I cede to you<br />
Be done with me…be gone<br />
<br />
cha oz <br />
06 26 13 </div>
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rubbed thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08478657609686006681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083275594675492179.post-86356209197569235162013-11-14T19:24:00.002-08:002013-11-14T19:24:19.597-08:00deity's dancedo you see him?<br />
do you see god?<br />
do you see him, her, it<br />
...them?<br />
<br />
they are in the raindrops<br />
suspended between the sky and our souls<br />
<br />
they are in the sand<br />
marching wide across open vistas churning<br />
<br />
in the rubbed particles that spark with joy<br />
blooming under the caress of deity playful<br />
<br />
they are in the majesty of the sun<br />
transforming and transformed<br />
into a brewed curtain of light<br />
and dark sucked straight out of cosmos itself<br />
<br />
they twine in and upon themselves<br />
in and through the cloud's helices reborn<br />
<br />
balanced in a dance as destructive<br />
as a sunrise chasing away the night<br />
<br />
as a rain dislodging and disbursing<br />
pioneering creatures thriving for change<br />
<br />
as a tree free falling through nests<br />
dislodging occupants<br />
who've just emerged through the either<br />
or about to take flight to their choice<br />
<br />
suspended between reality and our dreams<br />
a portent of beauty so rare<br />
so beautiful<br />
not to be born by the feint of life<br />
<br />
cha oz<br />
06 30 13 rubbed thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08478657609686006681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083275594675492179.post-81754504933791331332013-11-14T19:23:00.003-08:002013-11-14T19:23:23.197-08:00dragon rain<span class="userContent">it awakens<br /> with the wind off the cliffed coast<br /> a moist and subtle breeze<br /> tinted with the mother's dew<br /> <br /> it rides the uplift from her heated blush<span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> sol having caressed her to shame<br /> all the day long<br /> <br /> growing and churned<br /> writhing with claws extended<br /> crawling up from rolling hills<br /> chasing the sweet tears of a sea in turmoil <br /> <br /> growling and squalled<br /> it's icy whiskers shooting shafts of light <br /> throughout the turbulent sky<br /> <br /> then waiting, waiting for a downdraft<br /> to begin it's journey home</span></span><br />
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<span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">cha oz </span></span><br />
<span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">07 07 13</span></span>rubbed thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08478657609686006681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083275594675492179.post-20106057660178305412013-11-14T19:19:00.003-08:002013-11-14T19:19:55.572-08:00everywhere but hereone step at a time<br />
upward, upward<br />
with occasion to pause<br />
between each reach for the next<br />
and the one before and beside<br />
<br />
do take a rest to ponder<br />
at the elevation still to be attained<br />
the connection to the first and the last<br />
the pits and ruts, litter and debris<br />
left behind by less frequent travelers<br />
<br />
but don't stay too long<br />
else the moss will grow<br />
with tendrils that will drag you back<br />
a time or two steps ago<br />
convincing you to mind and mend the ruts<br />
lest they trip you down<br />
as they've always seem to do<br />
for those looking everywhere but here<br />
<br />
cha oz<br />
06 06 13 rubbed thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08478657609686006681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083275594675492179.post-16491469518528740892013-11-14T19:17:00.000-08:002013-11-14T19:17:02.176-08:00tick tick<div class="_5k3v _5k3w clearfix">
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today…this month…hell the last few<br />
not in a good place<br />
<br />
nothing really triggered this<br />
no anniversary nor event<br />
<br />
just…no one interested enough to share<br />
the mile markers passing by<br />
without comment<br />
or celebration<br />
nothing to make anything<br />
…familiar<br />
<br />
just existing is not living<br />
and just living is not life<br />
for to live is to…<br />
<br />
does the universe even notice<br />
if I go on here or pause?<br />
<br />
I see a tree<br />
taking up the same space as me<br />
in the same state as me<br />
as indifferent as me<br />
cold and deserted as…<br />
<br />
anyone got an axe?<br />
<br />
cha oz <br />
09 24 13 </div>
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rubbed thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08478657609686006681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083275594675492179.post-47111565520661001672013-11-14T19:16:00.000-08:002013-11-14T19:16:30.484-08:00here and theresmoothly rolling<br />
sliding like honey<br />
drifting and roaming<br />
that white line that follows me<br />
as i race behind the moment<br />
<br />
and i see the sky<br />
as i see the crow<br />
the...haunted<br />
all along this journey bowed<br />
<br />
they hover in my sight<br />
when i turn away<br />
and are missing from the path<br />
of my imaginings<br />
<br />
smooth and soothed<br />
those markers of a future lived<br />
when i was away and unconcerned<br />
all players in my mood<br />
of my mind<br />
in my ride to forever here and there<br />
<br />
cha oz <br />
10 23 13 rubbed thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08478657609686006681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083275594675492179.post-82950114232993034022010-05-19T17:23:00.000-07:002010-05-19T17:24:13.880-07:00dunder and din<span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">a soft quarrel</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">a hint too disturbed</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">reflects off clouds</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">flying low, dark and still</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">ears coming slowly awake</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">as the rumbles pound</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">closer</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"> nearer</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"> chummy and...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">BOOOM</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">where was that?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">what? when? and am i on guard?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">then the clouds march to forward</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">with my soul opened wide</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">intent on collection all</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">utter, sundry, charged and agog</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">cross sedge and oak</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">every creature huddled to ground</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">shaken foundations part...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">and the recall's last drumming</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">stentorian and roar</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">reeling through panes departing</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">their sedate little scores</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">the charge it amasses</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">roving onward to foil</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">till another uprising collides</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">and the chain it's own reward</span>rubbed thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08478657609686006681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083275594675492179.post-45344580710416971942010-02-16T18:35:00.003-08:002010-02-16T18:35:56.472-08:00faceted meringue<!--- blog subject ---> <!--- blog body ---> <div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" id="pBlogBody_329568029" class="blogContent"><br />it is my duty<br />to my boundaries<br />my sanity<br />and the players in this vagary<br />that we continue on with my farce<br /><br />it is my right<br />to search for an illusion<br />a reason to quest and acquire<br />to skewer life's riddles<br />with why, whenfor and how<br /><br />it is my choice<br />to live in this mirage<br />hindered....restricted<br />hobbled by remote possibilites<br />that may or might<br />infringe on the hollowness<br />of my bias<br /><br />it is my necessity<br />to pull back the veil on this fantasy <br />to contemplate the aught<br />that passes for infinity<br /><br />a dilemma pursued by others<br />as the proverbial carrot on a stick<br />while i toss back the foil with disgust<br /><br />of what use are you!?<br />for what ends do you control my time here?<br />you are nothing! <br />do you hear....nothing<br /><br />and to have the void answer back<br />......why<br />...are<br />you?</div>rubbed thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08478657609686006681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083275594675492179.post-61836405918881376112010-02-16T18:35:00.001-08:002010-02-16T18:35:18.287-08:00noustasis<div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="blogSubject"> <br /> </div> <!--- blog body ---> <div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" id="pBlogBody_332228656" class="blogContent"><br />changes<br />beget illusion<br />attending life....<br />this sensuous intuition<br />considers all inquiries<br />and the initiation?<br />an eight square spiralation of decline<br />how does one go about<br />measuring the point<br />where shadows and infinity tort?<br />turn, turning awry and a'prayed<br />distrait values of misleading depth<br />with faulty boundage<br />vexated......manifest<br />the allotment four<br />amore and spark<br />absent<br />panting....screed and ascent</div>rubbed thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08478657609686006681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083275594675492179.post-70214162873402325882010-02-16T18:34:00.005-08:002010-02-16T18:34:59.926-08:00nada mucho<div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="blogSubject"> <br /> </div> <!--- blog body ---> <div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" id="pBlogBody_332601028" class="blogContent"><div style="text-align: center;">i am asked from time to time<br />what does it mean? what are you saying?<br /><br />and i reply....tell me what it evokes<br /><br />where do the words take you?<br /><br />is it a smooth journey<br />like the persistence of a tide<br />slithering smoothly<br />over faraway corners<br />of a gnarled root?<br /><br />or is it a rat-a-tat-toutting<br />a knock naught knotting<br />at your absent mind's wile?<br /><br />a crochet of words<br />that playful twist of sound<br />can make one person smile<br />and yet another hunger<br />for that which they can not enkindle<br /><br />thoughts<br />bubble up through casement<br />and thyme<br />a glimpse here<br />and perhaps, just maybe....maybe<br />the flash of dither<br />when recognition lurches cross<br />untenented fields of impassive frenzy<br /><br />but what does it mean?<br />what did you mean, they demand....<br /><br />and i reply<br />with a long drawn out sigh<br />why nothing at all silly<br />not<br />a<br />blessed<br />thing </div></div>rubbed thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08478657609686006681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083275594675492179.post-78607841041362217752010-02-16T18:34:00.003-08:002010-02-16T18:34:38.344-08:00séo lov(i)en<!--- blog subject ---> <div class="blogSubject"> <br /> </div> <!--- blog body ---> <div id="pBlogBody_337210348" class="blogContent"><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;">on her way to infinitude<br />her pause....a peek through doors<br />of open possibility<br />an interest drawn<br />but not due to any desire of her own<br /><br />she's on her way to eternity....sorry<br /><br />i shall make the nest<br />loosen the tongue<br />smooth the brow furrowed in self-anima<br />they always unfurl when fertile soil<br />lain near enough for thought is nigh<br /><br />she sighs....on her way to continuum<br /><br />did i give you that someone?<br />that thorough adoration<br />oh, you so craved<br />like a rusty intuition?<br /><br />did i make you realize<br />she could give you that more<br />a succor, a sacrament<br />a god's pact forlorn?<br /><br />i hope she enjoys....<br />the myriad 'she'<br />who lusts and cajoles<br />a hearth, home....posterity<br />the bed and sea of fauna's breeze<br />through ever waining prompt refrain....<br /><br />i make it ripe<br />this yearning flush<br />i make it smooth<br />this query planed merge<br />i make it facile<br />askance and reply<br /><br />a newborn inamarata<br />hankered and unplanned<br />reborn of another's womb<br />one faded to amenity<br /><br />no flash no fire<br />nor umpire required<br />a worn and extrinsic ghost<br />reminding one of....she <br /><br />who left on her way<br />to imperishability </div></div>rubbed thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08478657609686006681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083275594675492179.post-82192858534212038642010-02-16T18:34:00.001-08:002016-06-24T10:24:55.913-07:00circumlocution<!--- blog subject ---> <br />
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Current mood:yack-yack </div>
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<span style="color: rgb(102 , 51 , 0);">you</span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(102 , 51 , 0);">with your carnival wirds</span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(102 , 51 , 0);">of lofty high-dealing flybyes</span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(102 , 51 , 0);">dredged upon while sauntering</span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(102 , 51 , 0);">through the haze of a mural's gloating</span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(102 , 51 , 0);">you think this shields you?</span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(102 , 51 , 0);">a'rises you above the trivial?</span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(102 , 51 , 0);">the mundane?</span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(102 , 51 , 0);"> </span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(102 , 51 , 0);">you put your delusions on one shoe at a time</span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(102 , 51 , 0);">just like the rest of us bipeds</span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(102 , 51 , 0);">you bleed, stutter</span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(102 , 51 , 0);">....claw and gasp</span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(102 , 51 , 0);">like the so many other measly man-made mirages</span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(102 , 51 , 0);">that make up this journey through trance</span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(102 , 51 , 0);"> </span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(102 , 51 , 0);">and just because you're an expert</span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(102 , 51 , 0);">at spouting inanity and logas</span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(102 , 51 , 0);">using every knot and kink of a wordig's mettle</span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(102 , 51 , 0);">straining it's nitty-grittage</span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(102 , 51 , 0);">through your sievic matter</span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(102 , 51 , 0);">until even a moist basic utterance</span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(102 , 51 , 0);">couldn't admit to invention</span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(102 , 51 , 0);">you think this gives you worth?</span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(102 , 51 , 0);"> </span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(102 , 51 , 0);">your youth is showing, progeny</span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(102 , 51 , 0);">your soul's thorough lack</span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(102 , 51 , 0);">of a backroad meander in evidence</span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(102 , 51 , 0);">black is not white</span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(102 , 51 , 0);">grey is but a dulled silver</span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(102 , 51 , 0);">and blue.....now blue might cut you</span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(102 , 51 , 0);">a bias sorely faithed in vain....</span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(102 , 51 , 0);"> </span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(102 , 51 , 0);">but then again</span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(102 , 51 , 0);">the buds always ass-ume</span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(102 , 51 , 0);">that they were there first</span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(102 , 51 , 0);">when anyone of note can tell you</span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(102 , 51 , 0);">they are but an outspoken eruption</span><br />
<span style="color: rgb(102 , 51 , 0);">of an ideal woo(r)d revealed </span>rubbed thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08478657609686006681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083275594675492179.post-74692124526659752992010-02-16T18:33:00.003-08:002010-02-16T18:33:52.717-08:00a bright red mud<div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="blogSubject"> <br /> </div> <!--- blog body ---> <div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" id="pBlogBody_342288000" class="blogContent">the bright echo of a summer's thrill<br />reflected in and of<br />a golden glut of harvest's wrecking<br />bloodred jewels<br />hang pendulous from limbs<br />denuded through shine<br />while a stark blowing wind<br />chases dried husks across scarred mud<br /><br />there are two dimensions<br />to the rays from upon high<br />two halves to the hole<br />that blind with repetition<br />two worlds that co-exist<br />in that burnished rut we stand<br /><br />the dark sight and lush light<br />flicker faster and brisk<br />the litany of white and shadow<br />love / death<br />lost to open<br />through these bright bursts abound<br />on this shelf left out alfresco<br /><br />and please take note....<br />that blur of obliteration that canopies?<br />that is but a numbness of soul<br />a recapitulation of capacity<br />where neither sensation nor it's contrary<br />has elbow room to glow</div>rubbed thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08478657609686006681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083275594675492179.post-77643027131433723252010-02-16T18:33:00.001-08:002010-02-16T18:33:31.549-08:00this ragged breath<div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="blogSubject"> <br /> </div> <!--- blog body ---> <div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"> i know...not bound<br /><br />i can...but loose<br /><br />but won't...deem harsh<br /><br />abjure...the edge<br /><br />the hand...it gleams<br /><br />that guides...a mirth<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">fulfilled</span><br /><br />......my master......</div>rubbed thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08478657609686006681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083275594675492179.post-10440477505423530562010-02-16T18:32:00.003-08:002010-02-16T18:32:57.007-08:00a forgiving pulse<div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="blogSubject"> <br /> </div> <!--- blog body ---> <div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" id="pBlogBody_347248490" class="blogContent">hands smooth<br />over ellipses roughened<br />by fingers snapping<br />on discomfit<br />the crash and plex<br />of a cymballed mold<br />leaving gaps of sound<br />and emotion<br />jerked<br />thrown<br />and skipping over the<br />dankened floor of vagary<br /><br />a glide<br />then thrust<br />this way...no that<br />i will lead the way to allowance<br />do not be a'feared of the action<br />difference <br />is no cause for censure<br /><br />ding ding there we go<br />giving too many strings<br />to those who yank<br />puppets lurid cross the stage of idolatry<br />but why? why would i respond<br />in vain?<br /><br />i am strong<br />barbaric<br />even salvageable to some<br />i can say no....<br />oh yes i will<br />and feint and swoon<br />in unison with the wobble<br />of your orb in rebound held<br />to the dreams of a forgiving<br />pulse</div>rubbed thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08478657609686006681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083275594675492179.post-67101133269554368872010-02-16T18:32:00.001-08:002010-02-16T18:32:35.431-08:00devoidee<div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="blogSubject"> <br /> </div> <!--- blog body ---><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"> you stand right beside me</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">and i can't find you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">your shadow blanched</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">bones and sinew somewhen else</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">the gaze abides yet turns aside</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">the horizon of mental gymnastics</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">reaches for you even through my love</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">clasping you to it's wake</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">dragging you down and away from my moment</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">how can i compete with the eternal?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">it's rush a winding harrow</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">through the rabbit's hole of aware</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">i try to follow</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">but your trail leaves no trace</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">there's no caress that i can squeeze</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">no whisper that i can hue</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">the vista shorn that i behold </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">you have disappeared from the notice</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">for those who care</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">the path to </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">now</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">here</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">front and center</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">is pocked with craters</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">leftover from a battle</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">with conscience</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">why didn't you ask for attendment?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">we've always stood together</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">those of us on the same line</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">how else will we ever win</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">this war against devoid?</span>rubbed thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08478657609686006681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083275594675492179.post-18988274712123447862010-02-16T18:31:00.001-08:002010-02-16T18:31:45.578-08:00panthera’s flout<div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="blogSubject"> <br /> </div> <!--- blog body ---><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"> he saunters </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">cross grama of golden threads</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">august, feral and prime</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">his domain</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">never in question</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">his gait </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">a sublime promenade of hautelure</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">for all those who view the march of minions</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">know the king is nigh and merciless</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">the world a'hushed</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">not even the wind would dare</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">nor sound nor scent</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">to devour his path</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">the awed</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">halt and whimper with dread</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">as he does not bother to cede</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"> </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">and when his course descends</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">to the edge of umber and lead</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">the stripes fade to shade</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">sifted through the brack's stutter</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">with all that is seen </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">of those eyes of a casualty rent</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">look forth into a grave's dawning</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">plundered</span>rubbed thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08478657609686006681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083275594675492179.post-3715086414535906992010-02-16T18:30:00.002-08:002010-02-16T18:31:00.420-08:00chaos chained<!--- blog body ---><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"> shear streams cross vision moist</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">confusion reigns </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">as wind gusts</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">pushing</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">prodding</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">a chaos manifest</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"> </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">expectations</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">that sundry and all</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">in direct abut</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">should feel its spur</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">and yet when vistas sighted</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">one</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">lone</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">fragment</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">pivots and chases the shadows</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">fore the sun</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"> </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">why the onliest?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">why not a mass campaign</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">a rush to conversion?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">why was that soul iota's</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">..position altered</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">adaptation askew..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"> </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">reaction....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">a shift for some to renovation</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">but others will for ever grasp </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">at all reason to impasse</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">that dull-edged recoil</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">of a chained ripple </span>rubbed thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08478657609686006681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083275594675492179.post-59620966217411919912010-02-16T18:30:00.001-08:002010-02-16T18:30:25.768-08:00An unbearable innocence<div class="blogSubject"> <br /> </div> <!--- blog body ---> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"><o:p></o:p></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">one cannot devour or crowd an ideal<o:p></o:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">circles within shadows besides echoes carry dreams<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">I can not see you when your glow is bright as the moon<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">but this circuit has been forged and planed<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">can we not move from the vertice with ease?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">the waves break over those shores of virtue<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">does the movement sooth or engorge?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">or simply immobilize with naivety?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">the adept's guise can lull one to action<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">so harness that impulse<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">don't be swayed by inertia<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">newborns creak and cracks of a façade worn in defense<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">will never harm the core of atrocity<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">echoes heard in the hush of the dark<o:p></o:p></span></p> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">all run akin in that burnished blaze </span>rubbed thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08478657609686006681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083275594675492179.post-9553188910663229602010-02-16T18:29:00.002-08:002010-02-16T18:30:04.849-08:00false virga<div class="blogSubject"> <br /> </div> <!--- blog body ---> she squalls on haunted breath<br /><br />bending winds and refuse<br /><br />coursing crevice wide<br /><br /> ~<br /><br />all hunker fore her fiercesome rolic<br /><br />over wyld hill and prone delta<br /><br />she who makes all judge<br /><br />their advance inversed coarse<br /><br />~<br /><br />with arid spaces spit and blistered<br /><br />fronting an aqueous pilgrimage froze<br /><br />by the roots of firma blown aghast<br /><br />her majesty climbing torrents ever bowed<br /><br />~<br /><br />for none can not breach her bounds<br /><br />hie and sigh<br /><br />these four corners of fault<br /><br />but flow and ebb receding<br /><br />we lay down and March the troughrubbed thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08478657609686006681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083275594675492179.post-23884509007756245292010-02-16T18:29:00.001-08:002010-02-16T18:29:23.613-08:00the heart’s lurch<div class="blogSubject"> <br /> </div> <!--- blog body ---> <div id="pBlogBody_363612974" class="blogContent">we don't exist in your narrow lurch<br />your hunch to remove all caress<br />focused and lost<br />to the world abound<br />from a caring stranger's bless<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" >slow for me</span><br /><br />you look neither left<br />nor aside in alarm<br />you miss so much that way<br />a hand lifted up<br />fingers sift through void<br />and you never<br />were conscious<br />of sway<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">turn for me</span></span><br /><br />what could direct you so<br />keep you from all concern?<br />why do you ride to despair?<br />do your feet trod some hollow<br />that is spurned and not followed<br />a thing that is ever so rare?<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">see my eyes alit</span></span><br /><br />your demeanor is raw<br />your eyes cold and drawn<br />what do you see from those orbs<br />glittered grey?<br />that haunt your last tread<br />even now when we pause<br />can you share, hide, be ware....<br />end dismay?<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">reach for me</span></span><br /><br />stop and let yearn<br />please...pause and endure<br />we seek to breach that mien<br />that haunts your least curve<br />and rubs your first sense<br />and buffers all those too keen<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">hold to me</span></span><br /><br />your devoted course<br />an event for reflection i'm sure<br />can deal with a stranger's true brace<br />but know this well....<br />that not all of us here<br />were put down<br />to be-wilder<br />your phantom's race<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">my love will not drift</span></span></div>rubbed thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08478657609686006681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083275594675492179.post-79018094713584025912010-02-16T18:28:00.001-08:002010-02-16T18:28:44.696-08:00morna<!--- blog subject ---> <div class="blogSubject"> <br /> </div> <!--- blog body ---> <div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" id="pBlogBody_368093056" class="blogContent">answers come to those searching nowhere<br />trauma<br />that jar<br />refused<br /><br />truth comes to those living a lie<br />anger<br />through loss<br />inviolence<br /><br />belief comes to those with a qualm<br />entreated<br />a lapse<br />plagued<br /><br />faith comes to those who are ignorant<br />suffering<br />to awaken<br />acceptance</div>rubbed thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08478657609686006681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083275594675492179.post-23302183793840767582010-02-16T18:27:00.004-08:002010-02-16T18:28:12.486-08:00a muttered yawp<div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="blogSubject"> <br /> </div> <!--- blog body ---> <div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" id="pBlogBody_368362298" class="blogContent"><div style="text-align: center;">the void reverberates<br /><br />with stars birthed<br /><br />in righteous violence<br /><br />there is no room<br /><br />for quirk nor trait <br /><br />~<br /><br />that forlorness<br /><br />inherent in anguish<br /><br />is a course gift<br /><br />left to the draught<br /><br />for a solitude<br /><br />unescorted through sentience<br /><br />is a blaze best named scorn<br /><br />~<br /><br />rise, rise above the dim<br /><br />its bloom awash with loathing<br /><br />there is no flow left unrowed<br /><br />when time, even her beck ashining<br /><br />folds </div></div>rubbed thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08478657609686006681noreply@blogger.com0