Tangles
Rectangles
Newfangled angles
Every dangling corner
Each triangle I'm turning
Every new cosine day
Concentric functioning
A yearning sun burning
A ratio of conversion
Fission infused with blistering rays
Eccentric plays harmony on that inferno door
Telling infernal time has come
Keeping rocking rhyme
Chords of devotion before eccentrics done
Frying tree electric shocks
Free flying septic crocks
Tea tree peptic mops
Free frying electric shocks
Fluttering helpless to a trying fluid floor
Buttery silky eccentricity
Concentric time has flown
Old sentries grown bold like gentry
Ornate bent behaviour
One more old saviour to betray
Splayed oblate upon a silver tray
First shivering cold nights
Icy second blows delivered
Thirdsight beyond Merlin's door
Shimmering pairs of Kestrel and other birds
Exotic plumage in shameless prime
Airy moon walks and star talks
Navigating through all that nipping bramble
Conning past creeping vine
Owls tripping on poetry and other lonely bird calls
Sipping on divine songs from the torrid past
Recalling precious gripping moments
Each favoured carpel and firm foot fall
Disguised by some flipping hermit shroud
Flippant skies blur those corn snow memories
Ripping those crowded winter trails
Proud wailing and other icy comments
A hailing comet came whizzing by
Stopping only to sizzle and knock again
Heaven only knows if it's fizzle or shine
Signs and all that vain rocking again
Sine qua non and other essential vines
Can anything ever remain the same?
Sometimes mocking tears find me
Deep rocking sorrow blinds me
Talking about dreams that can never come
Stalking misshapen promises framing tomorrow
Trusting love won't balk
Abandon the changing sun
So I lust for life and range with howling wolves
Strange hungering under every turgid moon
Languishing over segmented rainbows
Extremities once whole become halved
Figments foretell of distorted shows
Wells of nothing Will dug too soon
Pigments and balms and blessed herbal salve
Taking me back to unsolved mysteries
Remarkable ancient beebalm history
Resolving breakfast with fruit and pancakes
Mixing syrup with those midnight memories
Scrambling eggs when growling love looks the other way
Betrayed love burned and buried in lonely cemeteries
Entrenched then incinerated
Braving swayed eccentricity
Haunting wretched love
Fetched by crushing passion
Daunted by passionate electricity
Divine love currently streaming
Gleaming wearing some other fashion
Towards fusion and a hushed eclectic shore
Flushed by existent moonlight
No doubt fused by midnight
I rightly sleep alone
Bereft of physics and crushing love
Hushed I desist and dream
Roam with equations and chemistry
Knowing resistant love left me defeated
Persistently retreated from my deflated home
Now simply nothing more insistent to give
Crimped by token atonement
Cramped by  crushing consignment
Fauns with broken hearts
Strewn muse lame and lost
A myriad of roaming sunspots
Scattered across a dimpled forest floor
All that lost and dappled love
Mysterious parts crissed and crossed
Far below that perfect forest sphere
No more pine pollen fears or blossom tears
Rare patina beneath every ziggurat's regent core
Peaceful distant reckoning
Eden stands insistent and beckoning
Abreast of a landmark shore

Haiku Thursday 


How much oil and gas
Ranking up the rhetoric
So we live in fear

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There's a lazy bug
Scratching at my cabin door
Summer heat and rest

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I've been to the top
God led me from the bottom
Stars and sun and moon

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Oh Angelica
Being Archangelica
Medicine for all

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Limited vision
One can only see so far
Unknowable you

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We're cooking an eternal soup
Swimming in some magical stew
Twisting in this infernal loop
Sometimes a shot of pepper and spice
Often difficult and very hot
Piquant can rightly suffice
Easy street is a rich man's vice
Rightly sometimes it tastes
Something mighty and healing
But some ingredient or element
Feeling is oft found missing
Whispering sound particles
Echoes into the gradient night
Stooped and wishing to be bathed in sacred light
Leaning forward with chaste and radiant Angels
Kissing the blessed dark as I lose my blessed sight
Touched by rife life with all its mix and haste
Recklessly crouched
Wond'ring how it might taste
Feckless when I die
Kneeling unrehearsed for once
Appealing to the reeling universe
Finally seeing true in that marked and  humble view

When war ships finally slip away
Independence is rightly found
Razed diversity roundly lost
Mining this profound ground
Our world expounds earth
Exerting ownership of turf
Rooted to the chemical future
Bound by the regaled past
Are we banished in time?
Famished people
Eating luxurious weeds
Manna from the damaged sea
Kneel before the sacred steeple
Every sacred spring
Every blessed flower and sepal
Praising God for pure water
Bring blessings for each and every people
Sharing the vibrating universe
Alive we want and we keep
Our yard always our yard
Ownership and retracing boundaries
Perhaps crudely worse
What do I own
These words aren't mine of course
End of rude life
What do i need to do
Nothing new
What about you
Nothing too
Done it all
You and me
Verse and song and poetry

Something big,
You can't imagine,
Bigger than dreams,
More than we should envision,
One stupendous star,
One magnificent planet,
A world of fragile,
Rock falls beyond the rocky moon,
Water dropped into the upended sea,
So much distended cloud,
Dry stolid deserts,
Amid arid cultures,
Between all that brain power,
Solid versus liquid,
Gaseous and so unstable,
Removed to some other remote place,
Reasonable states though towering,
Below the stately sun,
Gravity of everything definable,
Something remarkably big,
Memorably bigger than dreams.

Black Ooze

All this black ooze,
So wretched and thick,
Oozing twixt my pyrite lips,
All this red rage,
So tragic a trick.

Love has brought me,
To this adopted foreign place,
Now love comes to see,
Anointed by some tainted grace,
Wand'ring faceless and hopeless,
Hapless as shapeless love can be.

Oozing,
I carved this place,
Where love could live,
Rived wood for these two arms,
Laying them upon a cold barren floor,
Enclosing my heart tightly in a secret jar,
Raising my feet above me,
So they dare not trip me anymore.

Love exists in exotic dreams,
I've forgotten alien me,
Truth scorned by tough love,
So horribly rough it seems,
Tripping us up,
So that we all fall down again.

Place my garish heart,
In that shy secret place,
Where love can't see,
My beleaguered ragged face,
Bragging with the light of day,
Hearing myself,
That ragged forlorn me.

All those domestic neighbourhoods,
Full of estranged and broken hearts,
Those dark mysterious places,
Where token space is torn,
Grace shorn with broken love,
Graceless and far apart,
Keeping token love forlorn.

I've been waiting for you,
Waiting for something.
What is love for?
Time and I won't wait much longer,
Time and I can't wait for love to bend,
Time and I can't wait for broken hearts to mend.

My broken heart can't wait for you,
Love won't wait for tears to stop,
Love won't abide time to bend,
Love can't pause any longer,
Wond'ring if I'll ever see you again,
Picking up my broken parts,
All those jagged pieces,
With all those ragged scars,
With sealing wax and prayers,
Concealed in your secret jar.

My bleeding heart can't wait for you,
Tragic love won't wait for us,
It seems true love doesn't truly exist,
It seems true lust is truly bliss,
Discreetly shrouded,
Emotional chowder concocted,
Mocking true love in a chilling social mist.

This sad journey,
Wand'ring this dark and lonely road,
Wond'ring what I've supposedly learned,
Knowing you turned away,
Balancing on that precipitous ledge,
Edging closer to that ubiquitous sway,
Spurned by subjective yearning,
Fledgling advances in rejection mode.

All those letters that have spelled love's doom,
All that errant verse and poetic gloom,
Spoken quietly to myself in my secret room,
Often rank and mercilessly terse,
Cruel dreams spelled out in cursed verse.

I don't know how you feel,
I can't see past your veiled face,
Dark shrouds in this lonesome place,
I trip and stumble and fall,
Though grace braced me,
Caressed each concerned consonant,
Needled every adjective and verb,
So many foreign misconceptions,
Veiled by filaments of receptive verve.

I'm lost again,
Naked and yearning to be alone,
Rejected by love's foolish games,
There's a foolproof fire burning,
Incinerating tired love,
Deep within my learning heart.

But you are gone,
I'll never again see your lovely face,
Never more see you walk in grace,
For I too am gone,
Tumbling across love's thorny hedge,
Tossing love to mistletoe wisdom,
Stampeding wise and wistful sensibility,
Stumbling over careless love's precipitous ledge.

This full blood moon,
Drip drip dripping,
Flipping leftover love,
Eclipsed by love's tender bits,
Drip drip dripping,
A course in miracles,
Eternally gone,
Ripped and awry.

Fire breathing dragons have been loosed,
Uncaged dragon rage,
Devouring we that are lost,
Love's unfortunates used and abused,
Black dragons lapping up all that spilled and ruined love,
So fear those dragons as they wander this wasted earth,
Tormenting chaste and broken hearts,
All that forlorn desperation rebirthed,
Bedraggled love unassumingly unearthed.

Yet I wake from this sallow dream,
Find that I am lost and alone,
Nature searches for me,
Wanting to guide me home,
When I wake you are gone,
Still the stars fall from the crying sky,
Brave sleep accosts me again,
A full blood moon weeps for us so it seems,
Finding I am lame I moan again,
Grumbling dragons have cornered me,
Stumbling love has crippled me,
Bumbling love in this black ooze zone.

Haiku Friday

Living medicine
Biennial powerhouse plant
Mullein roots and leaves

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My enraptured life
Captured light replacing strife
All this wondrous joy

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Snippet's from living
Poking scat with a long stick
Man's first poetry

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Original sin
Fukushima Earth's cancer
Earthquake tsunami

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Don't believe in Kings
Have faith in Almighty God
Believe in yourself

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