here and there

smoothly rolling
sliding like honey
drifting and roaming
that white line that follows me
as i race behind the moment

and i see the sky
as i see the crow
the...haunted
all along this journey bowed

they hover in my sight
when i turn away
and are missing from the path
of my imaginings

smooth and soothed
those markers of a future lived
when i was away and unconcerned
all players in my mood
of my mind
in my ride to forever here and there

cha oz
10 23 13

dunder and din

a soft quarrel
a hint too disturbed
reflects off clouds
flying low, dark and still

ears coming slowly awake
as the rumbles pound
closer
nearer
chummy and...
BOOOM

where was that?
what? when? and am i on guard?

then the clouds march to forward
with my soul opened wide
intent on collection all
utter, sundry, charged and agog
cross sedge and oak
every creature huddled to ground
shaken foundations part...

and the recall's last drumming
stentorian and roar
reeling through panes departing
their sedate little scores

the charge it amasses
roving onward to foil
till another uprising collides
and the chain it's own reward

faceted meringue

it is my duty
to my boundaries
my sanity
and the players in this vagary
that we continue on with my farce

it is my right
to search for an illusion
a reason to quest and acquire
to skewer life's riddles
with why, whenfor and how

it is my choice
to live in this mirage
hindered....restricted
hobbled by remote possibilites
that may or might
infringe on the hollowness
of my bias

it is my necessity
to pull back the veil on this fantasy
to contemplate the aught
that passes for infinity

a dilemma pursued by others
as the proverbial carrot on a stick
while i toss back the foil with disgust

of what use are you!?
for what ends do you control my time here?
you are nothing!
do you hear....nothing

and to have the void answer back
......why
...are
you?

noustasis

changes
beget illusion
attending life....
this sensuous intuition
considers all inquiries
and the initiation?
an eight square spiralation of decline
how does one go about
measuring the point
where shadows and infinity tort?
turn, turning awry and a'prayed
distrait values of misleading depth
with faulty boundage
vexated......manifest
the allotment four
amore and spark
absent
panting....screed and ascent

nada mucho

i am asked from time to time
what does it mean? what are you saying?

and i reply....tell me what it evokes

where do the words take you?

is it a smooth journey
like the persistence of a tide
slithering smoothly
over faraway corners
of a gnarled root?

or is it a rat-a-tat-toutting
a knock naught knotting
at your absent mind's wile?

a crochet of words
that playful twist of sound
can make one person smile
and yet another hunger
for that which they can not enkindle

thoughts
bubble up through casement
and thyme
a glimpse here
and perhaps, just maybe....maybe
the flash of dither
when recognition lurches cross
untenented fields of impassive frenzy

but what does it mean?
what did you mean, they demand....

and i reply
with a long drawn out sigh
why nothing at all silly
not
a
blessed
thing

séo lov(i)en

on her way to infinitude
her pause....a peek through doors
of open possibility
an interest drawn
but not due to any desire of her own

she's on her way to eternity....sorry

i shall make the nest
loosen the tongue
smooth the brow furrowed in self-anima
they always unfurl when fertile soil
lain near enough for thought is nigh

she sighs....on her way to continuum

did i give you that someone?
that thorough adoration
oh, you so craved
like a rusty intuition?

did i make you realize
she could give you that more
a succor, a sacrament
a god's pact forlorn?

i hope she enjoys....
the myriad 'she'
who lusts and cajoles
a hearth, home....posterity
the bed and sea of fauna's breeze
through ever waining prompt refrain....

i make it ripe
this yearning flush
i make it smooth
this query planed merge
i make it facile
askance and reply

a newborn inamarata
hankered and unplanned
reborn of another's womb
one faded to amenity

no flash no fire
nor umpire required
a worn and extrinsic ghost
reminding one of....she

who left on her way
to imperishability

circumlocution

Current mood:yack-yack

you
with your carnival wirds
of lofty high-dealing flybyes
dredged upon while sauntering
through the haze of a mural's gloating
you think this shields you?
a'rises you above the trivial?
the mundane?

you put your delusions on one shoe at a time
just like the rest of us bipeds
you bleed, stutter
....claw and gasp
like the so many other measly man-made mirages
that make up this journey through trance

and just because you're an expert
at spouting inanity and logas
using every knot and kink of a wordig's mettle
straining it's nitty-grittage
through your sievic matter
until even a moist basic utterance
couldn't admit to invention
you think this gives you worth?

your youth is showing, progeny
your soul's thorough lack
of a backroad meander in evidence
black is not white
grey is but a dulled silver
and blue.....now blue might cut you
a bias sorely faithed in vain....

but then again
the buds always ass-ume
that they were there first
when anyone of note can tell you
they are but an outspoken eruption
of an ideal woo(r)d revealed