may-june

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.