Lost in the woods
Early winter mornings
Lackadaisical, lethargy
Where's the hurry me thinks
Years left
To write an elegy
Nirvana
Untempted by all the things that matter
rejecting all the things that don't,
all tangible gifts bestowed, rejected
float above the decay below
nirvana achieved in a mind uncongested
The Future
Held up aloft, gods on chariots of wind
Beheld by mortals in respect, and awe
For eons blazing across azure skies
Undefiled, pure. Heavens made the law
Destiny written on shredded leaves
Predictions of a future unforeseen
Tides of time. Passages through eaves
What will be. What has always been.
Mentally somewhere else…
Lost in transitions
Between this, and something else
Crazed anarchist images
Lay between dog eared pages
Drifting forests start to flower
The happy fate of tranquil thoughts
Let my Quixote be,
Mentally somewhere free...
In Whose Image?
Did he create me in his image?
Or I him, in mine?
Maybe after a billion years
Beliefs, the weight of generations
Will be fought upon, yet unshaken
Only faith, not one version of truth,
Stands the test of time
From Piet to Chaos
Dear Mr Mondrian, I do believe
The world is in rapid ascent,
from your perfect grids and straight lines
from perfect angles and unambiguous colors
from clear thought and defined confines
To the joy and freedom of chaos....
The Dirge of the Memory Keepers
Only a few privileged ones
Can keep memories alive
In sepia and gold they are stored
The good, shimmering deeds held aloft
The bad, with their souls, interred
Jupiter and Saturn Meet Surreptitiously to Exchange Gifts of Fire & Time
The need to be significant, yet irreverent
Totally dominates my mind
A whimsical object, yet wonderous
In its dark recesses, must the world find