Fool's journey

The Earth screams
People die before their time
Or never get much life
Species die, their music silenced
Crazy theories of wealth
belie obligation or simple seeing
the laws of consequence
Scream Earth!
Pierce the cosmos with your
terrible cry
Acid rain burning through gold
falls

 

 

A long and twisty journey
to find myself where I started
never having gone at all...

 

Half a Page of Scribbled Lines

 

Stone cottage

Enchanted fireplace flickers stories
old and new
Giants and waterfalls
Energy sprites in flight
casting luminescent nets
bewitched between.
Walk sedately

sweep for malevolent intent
subliminally aware

Psychic feelers
Unobtrusive surveillance
Brain shaking data bombardment
Tiny spinal fractures emit
memory, reason, the capacity to love.

 

Realities Doorway

 

Free to wander
all the stories that
could ever be,
choose the ones I
like the best
to tell myself
in sleepy morning
smiles.
The sacred doorway stands open
my little house surrounded
in gentle blue heaven.
Over landscape bold and bright
soft-hued bubbles

carry enchantment
voyage sirens call
blessed reefs of serenity
eternally
sea-washed
sparkle in play with sun-warmed
sands.
Dream on, to
interweave, to enhance
Outside my doorway
there are eternities more.

 

 

Over the Rainbow

 

New edge, over the rainbow

arches through iridescent swamp,

lush green

fantasies

mystic desert silken kissed

with poppy-killing snow.

Who do we ever really know?

Sins and shadows

Erupt like boils, or

volcanoes dormant for years,

Sardonic smiles:

"Caught you!  Thought I was blind?

Or a fool!  Can't catch me twice, with

one eye sleeping.  My fury knows

no writs nor injunctions.

Take your medicine, writhe in

agony; lose integrity,

become a thing of poignant

beauty, limping off into bitter

days."

No defense.  No glory.

I sneak through a crack in

the world.

Here in the center, we bake bread,

forge goldless treasure, sing

holy dreams into the ears of

misbegotten slaves.

Sometimes a song on the radio,

slipping through the airwaves,

tells us something true.

Sometimes I look at you,

and see a wondrous child,

rainbows shining in

wide-open dreaming eyes.

 

 

Listen to the heart of bliss.

Lie on open sand, smelling vibrance

under oceanic starlit sky

Breeze breathes eternity, opening

inward to see intricately

expansive poetry --

thought in magnificent splendor.

All art is magical; all magic is art.

Yet they are not the same, and part

of a grander landscape.

 

 

empire

 

Standing askew as the inexorable boot commands

squeezing out gems, polished and pure.

Paid in bread and circuses.

Bathed in raw entitlement

dreams of ravaging, raping at will

drinking bright blood doped with

ecstatic thrill

casting lot that promised reward

be assured.

Cold, this world.

Shadow sans Sun.

Listless lapping at sparkling carbonation.

Sinking below matter and form

into terror stories;

taking warmth from smoldering coals.

As tomorrow continues today

your heart dissipates

dispersing pearls of wisdom.

 

 

She loved the world of screaming suns and malignant moons. It carried her emptiness into blazing symphonies that only she would dance within. In quiet dreams it pleased her to believe she sought another. None would appear with the grace to dance just so, to harmonize her music.

 

 

Evolution, Conscious Divinity sending out bolts of energy and matter and saying: "Let there be life!" Whatever. Just blind moths in the darkness burning for the light.

 

 

It's so cruel
all you learn in school
is mocking behavior
reciting the rule
not that life's there to savor
for the free playful fool

 

 

Neptune's Fool

 

I burst my bubble daily

just to feel the pain

I paint my face up gaily

to melt out in the rain

My bag of tricks is magic

But no one calls to buy

I wish my life were tragic

Horrendously awry

That would explain my sad refrain

so bravely strong, heroic

a saint, stately and stoic

But in truth I'm just a bum

the very lowest sum

of higher expectations.

So, elbow up and drown in

my libations

(salutations, obviously optional).

It's not that I'm exceptional

(what a wrench that was to say)

but that the conventional

I label reprehensible

snake crawls into my Freudian

super-nanny state

No longer can I deny reliance

on strangers of kindness who never stick around.

So please, kindly grant to me,

feed my sustaining fantasy,

Hear me, and answer:  "How profound!"

 

 

A Fool I've been

walking behind visions

cringing from derision

seeking solace from a merry Moon

too soon gone old

Checking back on follies

sticking pins in pain -- jolly?

no, morose, cold ... 

Harridan crone

Have my wanderings sown

no happy harvest, no cozy home?

Snuggling into punishing remorse

"You knew you should have run a better course!"

"You know you deserve to be alone."

Is that true?  Am I the Fool careening

down the precipice,

broken, no meaning;

is this my hapless fate?

Or my self-hate insisting I mistake

a journey for a goal?

A Fool can be a cherished, merry soul

dancing the golden mountain trail

reveling in freezing rain and snow

tasting the bite without bitterness

This I know

 

 

April 1, 2011