420 fledglings escape pie and
fly
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Silent night, pensive
night.
Carefully managing intrepid
flight,
serial soaring heightened
insight.
Self-sabotage may be a
right.
So is a paradigm shift, excitement
of
quantum array;
a quick turn through reality's
rift
into a fountain of
play.
Happy day, glorious
day.
Why would we have it some other
way?
Revise decorations -- more
brilliant, more gay!
Dialogs weave beyond yay or
nay.
Reveling in destiny's
space/time/what may.
*
4/20/10
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Escape Velocity
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*
RRRRRunning--Spinning-- rising to fly,
to reach
and conquer the sky, the rooftops, the
treetops,
outside the city crowds.
To elevate,
escape gravity.
Ascend beyond all those petty groundling
woes and fears.
Climb past the clouds,
among stars and moonbeams.
Catching sight of
those celestial omens foretold by
fantasy.
Catching hold of tickly, teasing,
zooming ecstasy.
Catching up to steep snow peaks.
Peering in lofty windows.
Prancing gaily so many feet above fields
and roads,
glancing below -- can't catch
me
not you dour, sour,
glum-faced cons down on the
street.
Learning to fly, to soar, to race up
high
where I can see for miles,
and miles recede.
Learning to say no to ordinary
normality
and break free.
Learning to say yes to magic, and make
magic me.
Spinning--running--dancing--flying
unlike anything before.
Learning to break out of bounds and take
in more
Ain't nobody gonna tell me I can't
fly.
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Smoke and
Mirrors
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*
The calmness of night
with no one
but me
and the cat and the
music.
Sentient spirits
out of reach, out of
time
feel me yearn
for soft waves,
perfumed
ozone,
a secret moonlit
ride.
Gentle, waft
breezes
carry, caress calloused
cares
into quiescence.
Loving seas, cradling
essence.
Paradise state of
mind.
*
Some are born to
battle,
to die of sadness on
rocky
foreign terrain.
If I could give them
ease,
could discover
words and
gestures
that bind us all
in happy
equilibrium,
I would gladly reach
out
so far my arms might
break.
I would sing above the
fray,
soulfully
mesmerize.
I would open the
walls
that hold nirvana at
bay.
Would you exercise
escape?
Would you swim into
bliss,
drink the nectar of precious
contentment?
Would you be so
elated
to play
swept away
in potent
beatitude?
Or defiantly
never
look past the
sign:
No Weapons
Allowed
?
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April 20, 2008
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Celebration
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*
Caught up in the whirl as the
world evolves
We weave by the light of the
moon.
A fabric of fancy, sunbeams,
pansies, mist.
A trail of bluebirds embroider
your tresses.
A veil of gossamer softens your
eyes.
A breeze of belief to embellish
your breath.
Dressed for the fete in the finest
of jewels
Alive to excitement, shining with
love
Wrapped warm in a floating cape of
wishes fulfilling
*
* *
Mythopoesis
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*
Reality enrobed in
symbols.
Where would we be outside
our trance?
Ecstatic in sunrise.
Open to the rainbow rays.
Whirling, life within the
dance.
Each cell, each system,
synchronized.
Vibrating to celestial
tones.
Each jagged lonely
fragment
joyfully bonded, tethered
with love.
Sent on to
chance.
*
Listen then, and hear
anew
A melody so swift and
free
It's memory can carry
you
Floating on a magic
sea
To the inner facings
of your soul.
*
Look, and feel with
lover's sight
the polished crystal
jewels of time
that catch you in your
secret night
and send you tumbling
down the mire,
through vortex lambent
rabbit hole.
Expand the seconds of
eternity.
Find your way
unwinding.
*
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*
Joint sessions
*
*
Joint sessions
In a hovel-hole basement
haven.
We keep the faith and
Drop-in
Turn-on
Tune-out.
*
And it was told . . .
How the everlasting
presence
still isn't very old.
How the Diamond got her
ring
How the matchgirl got her
king
How we all got
everything
And how everything got
sold.
*
Reeds bending in the
wind.
A haunting sentimental
song.
Breeze saunters by.
The neon letters "PEACE" light up the
air.
*
A poem in pictures and
sound.
Rather like a spell, you
know.
Those dawning tendrils
sneaking through my
windowshade.
But it's much too early to be
rising.
So I'll dally in enchanted
romance
without recalling
I've no one to wake to
beyond the dawn.
*
Reaching to the stars,
tarry in eternity:
This is all.
*
Soldiers marching in a
desert,
remember not their daily
cares.
Remember only endless
marching.
Caught suspended,
unawares.
The crackling fire.
The sweet cascading
smoke.
Light another match and start
anew.
As pinwheels and starbursts
float
through brilliant
trails.
And visions of all our wanderings
gently
drift in liquid air.
*
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*
mix phor meta
*
*
double, double toil and
trouble
mix in moonbeams dripped from
Hubble
with a pinch of housing bubble
dump in tons of scraped off
stubble
just a taste of wry
with a twist of lime
seconds cloned from time
and, Voila! a rhyme to rollick
swing your partner, tase your
Dalek
what a party tea for frolic!
double down, but “Don’t
Panic!”
brewed up for fun – enjoy the
manic
d a n c e
*
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*
There is a world here that knows
itself in the way we all do.
That is to say it has a surface
personality, a proper social mask
for formal wear. Underneath, plots
are hatching like fish,
bubbles display quick new life --
snatched into oblivion
barely formed or growing fiercely
strong beneath the surface waves.
*
Was it a warm, wet
Spring?
Is the Sun supplying energy without
heed to the people's stated needs?
Are ocean waters cursed with
pollution born disease?
Do ill winds suffocate a nation's
glory?
We could weave this world a better
story, play more mindfully
constructed games. We could take
back our focus from blame,
realign.
There is a saying that what one
knows is merely that
which has not been
denied.
*
*
*
Dazzling Genie, weaves scenes of wizardry
upon the dusty window of my
gaze.
Champion of crazy crippled dreamers,
lazily
giving wing o'er wondrous glades.
Simple,
serene days; nights of stars,
Moonbeams,
ecstatic serenades, mystics'
bliss.
My nightmares exchanged for a kiss of your
majesty;
enduring pain relearns its place,
energy
refocused by your trail. Enthralled, at
peace,
inspired by your tales of labyrinth space
and time.
Honoured, awed by your divine gift, I
become
at one
with grace
*
*
Etherized
*
*
Will o' the wisp wending a land of glee.
Daisies, bright blooming weeds,
mellifluous, grand.
Whoosh! Genie arms-wide smiles
above foamy sea.
Beyond mere illusion,
absorbed by awareness – horizon
confined by no mind, reason, expanse.
Who imagines,
and in that magic space settles
to reside?
Women in velvet and fur, swan necks,
arrogant tresses,
sip marvelous narcotic, sweet as fire.
Upheld mirror paintings, glowing wire
strands,
prism hues, released.
Vibrant perfumes call to wander,
to stray.
Will-less, free, each step,
each feather fall
a gift of mystery, of mystics' play,
caress of bliss.
*
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*
astral vision
Mystery mists of history holy crescent
lightening sky.
Calm anticipation early pinks ascend from
eerie violets.
Thunderous Jove twinkles like a happy
kitten,
tummy extent for adoration.
Omens, prophecy, hope for endless happy
returns,
quests into/out of
space/mind.
(without gravity, how can we fall ... or
love?)
Aching for stars, planets,
dreams,
silent assent that means all is
promised.
I touch a cosmic peak,
breathless at such altitude.
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