Some poems posted for Addison |
A-peak Ever paced a-peak a reborn mountain? Ever witnessed the ravage of mankind Or the relentless, rebellion of nature? Years of cell construction, H20 induction Shedding, shrinking, flexing to heaven Gone with the shriek of a blade Tree so tall, tipping hard and screaming… All that remain? Burnt, uprooted stumps-- Like checkerboard islands afloat a sediment sea-- Shrubs and briars protrude in patches Forming families of green wagon wheels Armoring themselves with thorns and ticks Fossils of the fated returning to the womb Where worms and microorganism gorge Gaily in an imperceptible pitch-black empire Air bathes in secrets, snoring a white whisper Quiet it seems, but nature’s war mutely wages Humankind, but a puppet of evolution, Stands a-peak. ************************************************* Invisible I Am Invisible I am Unseen, unheard My whispers Quieter than Slower than My movements Invisible I am Wishing to be Hoping to disappear Like a misty dream I cannot grip My hand is transparent But I can slip Straight through solid ground ……………………………….... With only a camera can a moment be paused In life the perfect time slips away before noticed And when the dumb soul realizes its missed opportune It kicks itself and goads on something that can no longer be Once the fog fades and that crossed-over time dawns An ode to torment Strange, how the greatest threat Seems to always lurk next to me Warming my blankets, touching me Sitting in the passenger seat, next to Me, holding my hand, telling me Everything’ll be okay I trusted it with all my dreams I told it who I wanted to be And it listened, quietly All the while, preparing me And on the day of collapse When I needed it most I wept, wretched and woed When it returned to me, exalting “you’re a windago! A windigo! Peer here, of your former soul! A spirit without spirit anymore!” A page came Inscribed line for line: “You are nothing, you mean nothing!” Lassoed was I, closer to a conclusion Of cliff-like clarity Death, albeit cold, befriended me As I followed its breadcrumbs up a fruitful hill, greenery in all That even the rope was lush Wrapping and wanting to fly From tree to cheek and be In clarity At the peak of man’s destiny. ************************************* Phoenix It is a question of hope, this word being a word, There must be some sort of purpose for writing this line And when the phoenix doth rise again, and when the soul of the twisted star transform into a beating sun, will the tales of the shadows lurk gone by me, and will the holy men and women walk down from those peaks and share the light with us, for we bleed and we are cold, and we don’t know who we are again, for words just being words is a question of hope, as we are figments of choice and just bands of stretching gravity, and when the phoenix doth rise again and climb to capitol hill, tell the phoenix that ashes are where it was born, and where it will go when the flame doth die again, and it will be ashamed. ************************************************* The Game Sixty four squares of green and white Six hundred and forty thousand drops of rain Two men, one black and one white With a dollar a piece on the table Every face and skyscraper fades like a dream Every prison tattoo and blue hat are the same In distance, voices of crack and coke dealers ring But in our minds, both young and old, There is only the game. ************************************************* When Before, below the seas of souls, beyond The final dawn, when stars must last explode My soul would wait, its seed to fall upon The hole, where hell transcribes the roads unknown Upon, before the first gurgle and cry When eyes are struck by burns of light, and day And day begins the night, when light must die And years of life soon slow all hope away Come I a boy turned quick to man, in pain Come change to all demands of Lucifer Where God forgets the soul exists in rain But love reminds that life has point with her To love, to life, to hell so high and low To all, to bonds, to God who takes me home. |