Fragments

Fragments
Original Poems

Mockingbird


An Old Man in the back room dying,
In the nursery, a baby crying.
Life always arrives with plaintiff cries
while Death comes with raspy lungs.
Out the window , a mockingbird sings.





Cold Fires


Are we ever so alone as when we walk with the star?
Twinkling in the heavens…
Cold fires burning.

Heedless to or needs, Indifferent
To our yearning,
And all else we call ours.

Some claim to read destiny ,
In distant fiery orbs,
Or claim to give their life in faith,
To the Lord.

Oh, God, your eternal presence
Is conspicuous in its absence

Must we ever wander through an uncaring Universe,
Alone?






Abyss

Infinite abyss of time. All
Is awash upon your sea.

All that is,

Was

Will ever be

Is eroded from existence, Worn down by your persistence

Shoals of the universe cannot contain your endlessness
We are a fleeting presence…

Lost.

In the vastness of time
More than space.

Diluvian flow of milliniae conceal mysteries infinite.

Empires rise , rule , fall and are forgotten
In but a century or three…what of the milliniae of milliniae?

Universes might burst into being , fade into finite and be born again …
In but a moment of your august presence

All is ever awash
Upon the sea of time




Bleeding Away

Drops of time
Run through my fingers
Bleeding away
My life
As surely as they were
Drops of
Blood




In Passing

A flower blooms in the early morning sun.
A butterfly lights upon it,
In passing

Their colors complement,
They are :
Beautiful ,
Magnificent,
Delicate.



A flower wilts in harsh afternoon sun.
A butterfly snapped up by a blackbird,
In passing

The harsh and the ugly,
Destroy the beauty ,
In this meadow.
In the essence of me.

My happiness is as the follower.
And the butterfly.
It is :
Beautiful,
Magnificent,
Delicate.

Its moments are fleeting …
It graces me only
in passing.





Oblivion

The cruel sun takes no notice
When a bud blooms from stony ground.
And even less is taken,
When winters chill cuts it down.
Life is fleeting, time is dear,
The stars are uncaring and cold
No loss I’ll feel when my time is near,
If I had but you to hold.






Unforgettable

Time, that “old ,bald cheater “
Steals our lives from us all.
Masterpieces beauty fade,
Great civilizations fall.
Stars that shine for aeons,
Supernova , to black holes.
Seemingly much alike the ones,
Time wears in all our souls.
Not you my dear, your memory,
Always in my mind…
Withstands eternity’s erosions
You stand outside of time.





Your Apathy: remembered from Confinement


I try to think of joyous things:
Life, freedom and cerulean skies.
I try to remember the smell of your hair,
Or picture your deep blue eyes,
I imagine in them hopeful things,
Like love I might find there…
But all illusions sublimate,
The truth is you don’t care.



The Dream of Flight

Circling ,Spiraling
A cerulean dream;
Diving ,flying
Flashing unseen;
Universal wonder
Breathed in like air;
Bombastic thunder
Awakening unaware
Senses that slept…
Now tingle with life;
Flowing hair swept,
Cold air as a knife.
Endless sea of azure
Billowing white giants;
Thrilling ,chilling ,so pure
Chemo-physical alliance;
Adrenaline designed pipedream
A trick of the head;
Plummeting with a sudden scream,
I awake in my bed.



Dew on the Rose



Crystalline sphere of dangling dew, On the
trembling brink of crimson painted petals.
Suddenly plummeting
Ending its life;
Violently creating a dozen shining diamonds.






Darkness


The dark casts shadows
The blackness breaths
Night is my soul,
Turmoil beneath
Unquenchable fires
That chill and not warm
Have frozen my heart,
And twisted my form.
My perception twisted ,
To curse is to bless
My tears long since dried up,
Call my name Darkness.





Venom


Coiled, twisted serpents of despair
Writhe like furtive thoughts
Through my mind
Through my heart
They slither,
My spirit crushed within those coils.
Reticulating , constricting , suffocating…
All hope succumbs to the creeping
Venom.






Dawning


When night’s wet carpet has fallen,
Before dawn paints the east.
As the night birds cease calling
And the darkness is released.
I call unto you dear,
From across the sky,
As the first rays appear,
I pray you’ll answer by and by.
But a billion bright ambassadors,
Of the early morning light,
Illuminates my delusions,
My heart dies with the night.




Revelations

Time as time,
And time again…
I was sore alone
I tenderly prodded
For my broken heart:
Surprise! It was gone.
So I poked some more,
Looking for my love,
But it was missing too,
None could I find ,
Not for myself,
And certainly none for you.