~{ jello }~

a watery luster, adrift through limbs
languid with an echo of a glory bound
beribboned, mottled thorough and thrilled
with the hues of a nova gone haggardly to ground
these memoirs rich and combed anew
besotted with permeations tinged
a pause for the sake of future tremors
savored with a flesh unhinged

does the effigy give the selfsame favor?
does it moan and ebb like a storm swept beach
betwitched and bereft of any anchored dunes?
can the cheval sate, swell and seep
into crannies knotted with possessions hewn?
all immature fantasies overtaken, inhabited
with the revival of a flush~ed croon?

I say the conjured tingle aroused
a'flutter and scored, trembling....avowed
will vibrate with a purposeful profusion
for those once forgotten and regarded treasures
recalled for lack of a partner's sigh....
even these bounties can force the devotee to flower
with all retention of that aborning rush
surplanted with new growth devoured

revolution

wafting
on the crest of vibration
undulating
with the breath
up and out
then deep within
following the surge

oh to be sure
you can race ahead
with no thought of hush
but slow, slowly fade....
behind and hesitate
it's path
will quaver and swell
touching piece by peace
and when least expect
all and sundry
will be left reeling
in their own lone orbs
no concept
of what could be near and elapse

but the drifting notes still seep
bubbling softly down
into cores gone numb
with the days gone long
tickling
asking only for a response
one that gives pause
a tilt of head
askew, and yes
a view spec~tacle

for one can be filled
to rushing channels yawned
notes to permeate
those cold, dark abysm
silken light settling
to glow from within
that revolved
and renewed panorama

ashes to soot

i looked across the room
and saw mortality looking deep within
the spark of that taper lit, smoke and suet
disguising the lightness of being
that once rushed out to meet life heart first
now, only a flickering behind the screen of shadows
tossing and kneeling in fear
their last grasp a shallow bundle of season
twisted and shorn beyond any semblence of regard
~

i looked across the room
and opened my heart to you
my blood flowing free and smooth
compassion merging with those puddles
leaked of an inertia spent at war with this enemy within
no quarter gained nor forfeit
the truce but a frayed banner stained with time
~

i can't cross this great divide with you
the one that separates the willing from the tired
a whisper from a shout, this tear from an ocean
but i light my candles in celebration to you
your breath fully grounded in love
progeny springing forth from the dust of your passage
a conduit to future memories prevailing in perpetuum....

rest easy my friend ~ and go with peace

pewter

gray
grey
and more greh

shades of ash
pools of drab
as well as souls deep as....

skies of lead, plumed at dusk
iron grass and eye of stone
illuminatied mites and whit
sitting atop scattered and watery strata
as those that might be seen
through a drenched loupe left clinging

trees hunkering down in miserly ruts
automatonic bestowals within saturated hues
hydro-plained to the next expanse of neutral

slate path and silvery abode
the wet and mold
dissolving all that stands ajar
a backwash reflows
carrying within it all to more of the sam(n)e

soggy souls crawling and dawdled
laundered and a'rinse
their burdens the only evidence of routine

and smeared bulwarks run down with purpose
straight through to the fans left stranded
within tiers affliction and stabs of ire
up up through the mired puddles
like that pearly sword decrepit

visions slightly inked in mist
is it dream or somnambulance?
vistas muddied and inert
is this well-planned guise conjured?
or could it be
just an attitude of careless allusion?
oh fie! blah! ho! glum!

the rouge on an echo

this time and place
vague and undeveloped
a numbness, creeping under the toes
and up through the sight
of that spell when you paused....
and the juncture went on without you

can someone help please?
anchor me to the channel
that leads to alliance
now lined with tactiles run fuzzed and blunt

IS there anyone here, over there
in this singular when of upheaval?
am i all alone in this fume
rubbed lucid but for distraction?

and yet....i perceive thus
you and I
oh, and them....us
all tinged with harrow
no clearance for touch
stuttering and grasping at relics
of thoughts flown incognito

i sometimes wonder
if this time in a season
when a sol maddens the horizon
and our memoirs are rife with perdition
if those same said responses
of a life lived too agile
are but visions shared with an eve
fore it hung over head

rewind

haunt and twisting
these memories weep...bleeding
into a sentiment beyond visions
rewound and hung out to fly

that moment...it won't release me
ever...the thought
sweeps over and denies
all evidence of the here and why

it mires me, down
...into it's shock
and miserly atonement
won't unleash for this path
to disgorge a truth
almost hidden by fugue

what triggers this lapse?
this light shining unsought
in a maddened bid
to focus the eye
on an inner loss and frenzy?

why echo this cry
when all thought is stranded and astray
the dare of fates since belated?
and why taunt anew
each passing revived
when forgiveness is courted...
yet shaky?

but for my eternal...it troubles
drags hold and dives...grieving
ever...and always
to the 'heart' of my sorrow

a belwened teer

the wind whispers....do heed
it's silent gasps flowing choppily
through the barriers of our minds
those erected in moods of a torn wish
then released into the stream
of any god's weathering

it bends, mourns, contorts
away...towards a magnetic regret
of hope and thirst
away, always away
but never unredeemed

insensible whispers
only traveling the distance
taken by a grain of sand
in it's descent
from eyes red and keening
towards a fervor
of a joyful and fathomless allusion
away, always faraway and again
from the echo of any acceptance

a mirage full-shadowed and oblique
with straw figures sloped in shades of dusk
this golem's cousin reaching for
but never admitted
to touching...us...you...
with a transparent and abject yearning
beaten down amongst humbled tears of lipid fawn flow
the tempest due but nary a tremor unleashed
always hushed by our latent nuance

reach for me with a whimper
grasp my tenuous construct of a longing
and give to me these symbols, your notes of...
i crave...cherish...clasp
though i yet can not inherit
nor share this journey
through the desert
of your lament