Fish Tale
I didn't know the fish would
die
flapping on sun-warmed
metal.
Peacefully domestic
afternoon.
Children discover
death
and other
worlds.
Sitting by the
well
to draw
inspiration.
Spinning yarn, weaving
words.
Dusty work. Flakes of
skin
embed the
fabric.
Struggling through
childhood,
the tales get
twisted.
Little boys & little
girls
separate
language.
We think we know our
place,
our destinies,
from the games we're
given,
the words we've learned to
imitate,
rhymes, reasons,
rituals.
Imbibing passion body to
body,
we awaken rules of
blame.
The woman
tempts.
The hero
conquers.
The sad boy desires
a
self-fulfilling
fantasy,
stomping upon his heart to
start the flow of real
blood,
real rage.
Out of water, out of earth,
out of air,
flopping upon some inert
surface
the tale mechanistically
repeats.
What world can we
discover
nurturing life?
bird songs
I've been through this
before,
pre-dawn
morning
birds chirping, infiltrate my airspace,
awake when I should be long
oblivious.
Good girls dream of
princes,
subliminal desire to be
slain
by love piercing enshrined
virtue.
Gold hued birds in crystal
cages
incant witchery for food
--
hair of newt, spleen of
worm; smoky
syllables induce
pleasure.
Warm hearts beat together,
no bond
of pact
or sentiment.
Lore is explicit; no crime
to commit.
Vexed, inconvenienced by the
regular
comings and goings of
the natural
world.
Birds of a feather exchange
their
social
pleasantries.
It is I who should be
sleeping,
conjuring brave new
worlds;
ambient noise translated
into
neoteric
lullabies.
duet
Rambling through fields
of daisies in spring.
Hoping to find a new
feeling.
Coming to terms with
what each moment brings.
I'm making a bargain
with time.
Not getting tired of
running around.
But wanting to know
where I'm going.
Trying to measure my
meaning in sound.
Trying to keep it in
rhyme.
Hoping to answer a call
to my heart.
Quest for passionate
focus.
Adrenalin pushing, I'm
ready to start.
Making a bargain with
time.
FAE OPERA (excerpt)
A joyous encounter with
life
A joyous encounter called my
life
I've swung from trees in tropical
climes
And swum the seas of
paradise
And learned to breathe upon the
earth
You've got to see me; you've got to
listen
to these wonders that I've
learned
Traveling, traveling a hard-stoned
road
Working my legs, my back, carrying my
load
Journeying for countless
years
Seeking out the sea of
tears
Eyes bound behind innocent’s lace
veil
I break my trail
(As in my mind my song unwinds my
tale)
A marvelous secret, a hidden treasure
trove
While unicorns play harpsichord
within a blossomed grove
A newborn child with something wild
that
plays in rainbowed eyes
Has been declared of druid
laird
Born to hypnotize
Been borne to hypnotize
Sing lullabies
Reward all the heathen with
sleep
And dreaming dreams as such who
waken
Find their very core
earthshaken
Thus made to believe in
possibilities
They set their sites, reshaping all
reality
And of them they've begotten
me.
Sound the magic pipes of
Pan
All who hear may
understand
The fluid waif who walks the
land
Spawn of Diana's fling
With the clove-foot forest
king
Vibrate to music, music,
music
In every cell of living
fluid
'Tis alright to be a druid
Of forest borne to roam through future
lands
Touch me, touch me, touch me, touch
me
Become my hands.
Floating, wandering, restless
shades
Call me to respond.
I rode a mountain faire
Picked daisies for my hair
Learned to know the name of every
weed
I dwelt the night alone
In a crevice made of stone
And never thought of what I next would
need
I dreamt of castles bold
And the language of the
Olde
And struggled to bring my dreams
alive
And whistled as I rode
The songs I'd oft been
told
At parties seen
In waking dream
Another place and time
Another tune, another
rhyme
And I'd sit beside my
campfire
And gaze into the flames
And yearn of learning other
places,
Atune to other names
Traveling over other
lands,
Seeking secrets, other
plans
Or just remembering another
song
For the secret of each soul is in its
song.
Blazing all around
Miles from bare ground
Twisting twig upon an aery
sea.
Luminescent way
Whatcha gonna say
Songbird, whistle your wisdom to
me.
A maid of golden wings
In lullabying sings
Of white sails racing in the
wind.
No two are e're the same
Of the tales she can name
Oh, nightingale -- take me
in!
Blazing all around
Miles from bare ground
Journeying upon a vessel
rare
Silently I sing
To hold remembering
Magic castles in the air.
