The Last Samurai

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Forever Child 3 minutes writing challenge CTU

my childhood friend and I chilling out at her place. ..few days before Christmas. Sunny afternoon outside. Cool dark room. I blurt out I want to learn a Christmas carol. She sings well. I can't carry a tune if it's complicated. My brute of a buddy teases me to death about that but today she tells me I like the way you sing Abba's "I had a dream. It suits your voice" I'm so happy. And then we both start singing it together. My 13 year old friend and I are ecstatic. Things get better as she looks at me notices my joy and says so you want me to teach you a Christmas carol?
What a serene blissful afternoon that was. Singing and copying down musical notations for Joy to the world and then 500 miles
I sing these days to my children. Songs from once upon a childhood forever.

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Rattlesnakes in Discourse

No parlez vous
No comprende

It's just a barrage a
Faux barricade
We talk at each other
And each of us carry
A "crazy" around
Ready to shoot verbiage
Gunning each other down...

Humankind-
So very unkind
Hiding behind magnanimous shields
Fulminating magnificent orgy of words
That stand up for ideas
Motions of emotions
Strikingly elegant
poseurs langorous
With effete langue
Malovolent malicious
Tittering tongues..

A babel.
A baby's drivel.
A babble of sheeple
A rabid rabble...

Hiding behind magnificent views
And mincing opinions like
Strong diced onions
Shedding tears of copious abundance
Meaning long forgotten.

Do we even listen to each
other?
When our own words are
mnemonic devices trigerring subliminal comfort zones
The proverbial music to our
Expectant ears?

The herd heard not.
They weren't really hard of hearing.
But
Hard hearted and soft in the head.
Humanity in need
Of humanitarian aid.

(Let them eat cake
If they don't have bread.)

Monday, October 19, 2015

Kings of Crossroads

The cosmic world of numbers
The beauty of the lake
My mind is a Window
In the house of God
His Most High creation
To partake.

I'm alternate reality
I'm the world view
No one else can see
Safe God through You
And through me
A wondrous mosaic
Of all conflicting courses
In prevalent unity.

Thy compound vision
Thy composite course
Creates and annihilates
And leaves human trace
Of each endeavor tracks
Of divinity enmeshed
In every convulsion
Of human minded flesh.

Oh my spirit take accept
I give it back
The gift forsake

For the Giver
Of the gift of life
For the cosmic cobweb that
Causes mind..
The deep space
Of this wishing well
What can be
Heaven
And
What can be hell
Both exist
Heal and he'll be back
To censure
Or take you off
Your torture rack
The Cross
Directional
Crossroads of
Universal whim
Kiss the hem
Of the milky way
Oh in the spiraling
Open arms of
The Cosmic King.

Hope is Our Soul...

Hope is soul
That takes on flesh
Life becoming
It's dwelling place

For a while
Temporal permanence
Where it seeks completion
And then flies off the coops
of immanence

Spirit indwelling
The temple of the soul
The body becoming more
Than the sum
Of the whole.

Spirit and flesh
Life and soul
Engendered upon
Time's drifting soil

To view this cosmos
This imagined space
Of numbers made
Real unreal
And the imaginary cells.

Oh the chart flows through the axes
Of ages
And imaginative swells and flurries of the birth of Will.

Gotterdammerung
Through
Ende der welt

It's all mind play
Its all lost and found
In the cosmic
Bang of the mental ground
The grind the crunch
The cyclic eternal bang
Shangri la
Our last mythical stand...

Paper Danse Macabre

Toss some ink on the paper
Tis your mind that's feeling blue
What gives me away is black on white
And its not so cruel, as it's true.

I trust my thoughts when written
Because I cannot take them back
And every teardrop written
Takes me off my torture rack.

I write and forget that I ever felt
I wrote and my words are instant wealth
It's a treasure tale of dark places inside my heart
That the head can't amputate, dissect or cut.

It's a putative start
When you rain with your pen
The outsourced pain a painting,
An artful stain;
On canvas where straight lines
Seem severe strange
But oh the crop circles, their convoluted encoded range!

Kill the feelings give them birth
The poet murders to create his art
Walking free when the battle ends
Driving out his grievous fiends.

And tell me reader how do you feel?
Did you find my feelings real?
How do I do you when I transmit hell?
Do I do it very well?

Read and rant your grief decant
My tears were shed so yours incant
Arise light my friend for pity's sake
Those who befriend sorrow
cannot bond with something fake.

And I bond with you over my hemlock drink
And into its gruesome lethe do we together sink
Leave each our own
treasure trove of tears untold...
Raise from lifeless page
Eyes freed anon,
to sun gaze upon the
Limpid gold...

Weekly Challenge Halloween Slop

Weekly Challenge

Thy guards call off
And for now
Fare well
In these woods
I shall not dwell
Upon this blessed
All Hallows eve
Rot in your stench
For I take thy leave.

Screech owl screech
But I'm beyond the reach
Across the corner
Is the magical bridge

That brought me hither
On a full moon night
a year since then
I am determined
To escape your dark wiles
Into the light

Ominous hoots the dark owls
Swoop
Down to warn me to stay my course
Their master still sleeps
In enchanted daze
I have learnt his mystic arts
And put him in a sleepy haze

Mother and father and lover forgotten
Since the day he charmed me
To the village well
And from there to follow the
Pretty gravel path
The road that led me to this darkest hell.

Where sun becomes an orange daytime blur
The colors of trees are lost in hot humid air
And eyes of basilisk shoot venomous glance
From every corner in a chilling trance

And the afternoon swoons in death's slimy coils
The birds fall asleep in its steamy roils
And everywhere can be heard a demonic gnashing
Lips smacking on frail ribs and ghastly crackling

Day in and day out and round about
My one year has cast me in eternal doubt
Of escape and return while your false hearth burns
And nightly roasts and spits in your gargoyle's gluttonous den

Safe tonight the blessed charm
Delivers me from eternal harm
From thy magic spell book
I did incant
And you're now in fast enchantment bound

Screech owl screech, hoot and wail
For I return with a village behind me
And nothing more shall remain of
this sordid tale
These ungodly woods beyond the wishing well
The path to it shall itself
Be razed to hell.

Mercurial Mermaids

The moon has jumped over the valley
The saffron field lit up
White dreamy scar tissue on the rise
And never could tell the truth from lies
Time froze its stopwatch
When I decided upon a dream
Till hell froze over my life would sail
Over fields of wheaten cream
Descendants in ascent
Shooters in the breeze
Falling asleep.

My old friend I saw your picture
overnight you became your
Mom
My dream was cupped in your flaming eyes
But your lips dont sip from dreamy founts no more

And I see you and turn away
I won't remind you of regrets
Regalia of Roses
You've chiseled
Your chosen life in stone
In mine water and air must wed

So stone wears coat of moisture
And the lifeless mermaid flips on the baffling beach
Slowly dying shedding dessicated fins
Dissipate my dewy dreams
Still I am steamily alive
More alive in the steaming lies
In lines of charcoal tears from
Mascara eyes
More alive my dear in my
Tender death
Than you
Up on your crystal hearth..
Ideal structured saline salt
Frozen waterfront of fantasy. .

This will be present
Till the day I die
To pay my dues
And live myself
To my utmost core
Nothing left
to preserve in funeral urns
No yen for living left to burn
Ashes all cold and
Dead dreams along with
Death must die.

Blue black shards of soft
Rosy fins
Deep underwater silhouetted
Sea dreams
Seeing eyes of silky mermaid beings
Seething beyond
Superficial understanding
Silence of the silver deep...
There are currents
Beyond mercy's keep
And there we flow
Flowers under the
Ocean floor
Forevermore.