Perspephones Descent

poetry from 2004

All poems copyright Charleen Johnston

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Persephones Descent


It began it began it began
The spin of things misunderstood
The underpinning of the disturbed
Mood   mistaking music
As the magic food
To take us there
To take us there where
The river runs and hides
Its floods beyond our eyes
Where the beginning grin
Wakes our minds to the
Saltwater seas we left behind

Does the we make me less of a me?

My memory takes my hand
And leads me to the other land
Where seasons sing
And singers see
All the reasons that learn to flee
From the proud forlorn dance
Of the echo of the trance
Where-in I lie, awake
Waiting to take the terror away
Away from the thoughts that pester me
Deepening into desperate dream
And I cannot fly
I cannot fly
My wonders amaze my wandering eyes
And I am taught to seize the skies
And gather them in
Gather them up into a system
A method to cope
Amazing the size and the sight and
The scope of the demon in dream
The demon in me
The little black devil spilling the seed
Bruising the smooth white satin
Sheen of a world uncovered
But never seen
And all this all this all this
Still made me free

I tell you now in poetry
The song that was sung to me
Though I asked not for the
Bludgeoning the bruising
The bastardly using
Of a silver shining thing to cut
Me raw to carve me out
To risk the shiver and shame the
Shout and all about me
The monotony whispers
‘do you see, can you see, will you see’
But the beckoning just mesmerized me
And I collapsed
Futile attempt to read the maps
That covered me
Beautiful white flakes snowdrops
And dreamcakes and outside
I hear I hear the chorus repeat
Just sleep just sleep just sleep

Down down to the desperate deep
Layer I stumble I crumble
I forget the player I was meant to be
I forget the flower that was forbade me
As the earth shakes
And caves in upon me, caves in
And crushes me, till I am reformed
Into a darkened thing
With melancholy whisperings
Escaping my lips
No light visible no silver ships
Slipping silently over the clouds
No weaving of life down here
In the ground
Where the master of puppets
Takes my hand cuts my strings
And makes this land
My home for eternity
He offers me the fruit, the
Red dripping juice the blood
Ripping loose from the
Pomagranate  the seeds
Bleeding wet as I lay within it
Tasting of the underneath
Testing shadows with my teeth
But never satiated never full
My heart still hungers as
The fiery heat cools

I am offered as the bride
I am offered as the mistress
I am offered as the scapegoat
For the pain and the misery
And I accept this tale
I make it mine I wait to weave
Myself alive
Again
In time
Again
And the thunder breaks and
Hades stakes are
Turning white with innocence
The lightning bolt from Zeus
Is sent the ground is cleaved
And the underworld bent
Into a refraction just an abstraction
As I am lifted with him
Gathered in by the glorious glow
That speaks from his fingers
In a violent blow
A vicious attack on my torment
A godhead laying dormant
Waiting under the mud
Hands tied drinking blood
Bleeding life into my soul
Giving me back the right to life
Of which was stolen cut with knife
From my lips from my thighs
From my heart and from my eyes
Giving me back the sight to fight
Against these fleas
These parasites that torture me
From underneath the realm
Of the dead
The home I have fled in the
Arms of Zeus
Delivered to the mother
Who set me loose with passion
Aflame  with integrity to
Learn the game
And as a child I descended down
To return again to the ground
Where form would claim me once again
And then I rose to ascend
Taking with me the knowledge of sin
The knowledge that fear
is the only sin Within which
We are called to grow in light
To sew the life into faces and names
Into dreams and games
Into darkness and pain and laughter
Again
Knowing its all part of the plan
Part of the wheel that turns
Itself over again

I am turned over  made braver
Opened like a sieve but no
Longer enslaved
To the masks that haunt my
Childhood grave
I rise awake aware alive
Molding the map from the inside.
And the song it ends
The melody descends into my skin
Into my veins into my past
Of shadows and pain
And it remakes me it shakes me
Up and forces me to see
That I am a dream
Waiting to bleed.

2004

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In winters deathly grip, I choke to spell
Your name, in frost, upon the lonely hills,
The appendage that writes is wrong, now,
Somehow, shaking from the suns low brow,
Right at my hearts strange eye, the appendage
Has appendages which dangle, unseen,
Gangrene in the walls of my mind…

Where do the shamans go to die?
Where do the moments go and why,

Do we tear at truth till the bleeding shows,
Till the meetings end, cleave thoughts
From the gentle wind, upon which blows
The written recipe for the mend, for the
Mend of all this tattered flesh, these broken
Vessels of forgotten truths, made lost
By the echoes of the hidden hooves
Of the horsemen trotting through
The moon. The past is played
Upon the theaters of light, wrapped
Around the core so tight, they cannot
Fail to suffocate, to impersonate
What they fail to see, what do they see,
Do they believe that they are free?

Winters face is masked and turned,
I burn, I yearn… to learn the tide,
To turn the cycles inside outside
Over the underside of all that I know,
And all that I do not know. All
I know, Is that the tunnel beckons me,
Warp speed, to the essence of the seed,
Point of light traversing the worlds, ah,
Galaxies, inside of me, a billion worlds
In one single cell, and in my cell, my
Prison shell, I retrieve once more,
The part of my essence I let slip
Thru the door…


January 14, 2004

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I was trekking thru barren dreams
Almost shivering
Constant drizzle penetrating
I was taking my time with
That one
Waiting for the essence
To escape and tape me
Shut
Would it hurt too little or
Hurt too much
For me to take hold
For me to play smart and play
It out in hues of gold?

I was alone, in a sense,
Innocence dripping from
My lips
Streaming down in stains
Of clips of dreams
Of memories of gleaming
Tears raining down past
My tits
And my thighs
And the juice that was stolen
Before my eyes…
Before my eyes could shut it out.

I was born into this, into this
Abyss, planned
The perforation
And with it I tore, away,
Begging for the rules of the game
That I set up long
Before
I came to play.
I know that the heart has its thoughts
The heart knows more than
The brain shows
The heart has stored its
Flames and glows
In chambers untouched by the night
The darkness of the death of
Sight
When a world has unraveled,
Left the throne of light.

Time had come, time has come
Inside its veins
Inside the snake that makes its
Claims, on this temple
This divine form
Whence the guilt and the shame
Of a moment has born
Into it, mangled it,
Divided and chided it
For remaining intact, ignoring
The white satin dress now
Saturated black
And whispers cannot free
The soul that knows, the voice
Of initiation screams and blows
With every Madwomans
Tears, every thrust of the gut
Throughout these bitter years
Tortured and blessed
Both
Untamed yet shamed
Like the most
Unbelievable ochre smile.
The most unbelievable rogue smile.

2004

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Brother Lux


Come inside the river now
Come inside and swim beside me
I am floating in and out
Living thru the tides inside me
Smiling thru the turquoise skies
And staring at the Wiseman’s eyes
I think I’ve finally found the right
To mix and match the inner light

Lux in flux 
Within the dream we reside
Lux in flux
Of all the things we have tried

Brother light you gave me sight
You gave me sight beyond my eyes
Now the night is smiling bright
The stars embrace me in their minds

Come inside the shiver now
Come inside and shrink beside me
I am twisting up and down
Living thru the fire that guides me
Ascending to the golden throne
And claiming life as my own
I think I’ve finally found the way
To walk and talk and live and play

Lux in flux
Within the dream we reside
Lux in flux
Of all the things we have tried

Brother light he gave me sight
He gave me sight and called my lies
Now the night is smiling bright
And I a child of earth and sky

Welcome to the memory now
Welcome to the times inside me
I am struggling to get out
Leaving all these ties that bind me
Wishing on the farthest stars
And forming worlds within my heart
I think I’ve finally found my place
To paint the canvas of gods face

Lux in flux
Within the dream we reside
Lux in flux 
of all the things we’ve tried

Brother light you gave me height
You gave me height to see my size
Now the night is claiming my sight
The stars have fallen from the skies

2004

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CHRYSALIS


I twist into these mournings, daylight
saving me
from the burning flame of darkness
swallowing my emptiness
while waves of irony wash over me
i am toppled by the days
and silently
i sit hovering...
wondering if i can float this
time
wandering thru wastelands of
my mind
picking up the book written by me
on the other side of the dream
the other side of the dream
where it all spins into me...
I find all the lost notes
and all the lost tones
and all the lost fractures
of all my mended bones

I am painted the color red.
I am tainted, the mother has bled

we
D
R
I
P
together
thru the weathered web, creating worlds
in our head, to spew out into
the ethers,
to want neither this nor that
nor wonder where its at,
but to birth the beginning
again....
knowing we are just seasons of rhyme

flowering in our own time
chrysalis, wrapped up in a fairytale
of all that is and was and
wasn't for sale...

Across these moonbeams, these split
seams, these written clingings to the dream....
across
all
these
we call to invisible bodies
that are singing in their invisible moments
that are bringing their
soulstuffs into existence
to balance the tension
of the desire to Be,
and to not Be....

and therein....lie......We....
somewhere in between.

2004

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Do dimples always stray
Do smiles fade away
When sounds of tears
Trickle near
Wanting to touch feel
Too much

Dreaming healing and blaming
Dealing
With wonders unseen
For the things that grow

So small

In between
Thoughts of what and when
And why and where
Do the memories go

Do they float so high
They don’t come down
Do they know so much
It tricks the frown
To playing backwards
In the dream
Kicking forward
To satisfy the scream
The onward march on Destinys
Drum
Wounded hands playing
To soondead heads praying
For the gloom to pass over them
into
Something
New.

2004

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Eye of the Hurricane


…the eye of the hurricane is on its way
to ransack and flapjack the core of all our brains
speeding up the rate at which we perceive the perforation,
the fate of which could rip and tear a nation,
a station, a fusion of minds incoherent, redundant
grasping for meaning but dormant,
fleeing the feeling of torment
peeling the rots from the dealings and knots from the zealous
run leper run

run leper run, its all just for fun
on a level so deep its misunderstood
does it make it less 
Real
does it make it less concrete
does it make it worth
the run the gun the gripping of the sun 
in attempt to hide defeat?

Smile
on the periphery it is a storm, a chaos, 
an insistence on resistance
but at the core, it's unchanged, it neverwas
and neverwillbe, and neveris,
but Still
existing, giving us the balance to create
lands in time hands in line to co-create 
with malleable laws

implicate order enfolded within each
explicate experience
shooting out from the source in fractals of 
difference and intensity
and vibration and density til the impulse
reaches completion
loses its thrust  coarsens its vibration 
yet mimics the One
and then begins its evolution back to the
Within  With All 
the cohesion of experience and lessons and 
soulsparks and mouldings holding on
to awareness as it ascends
back to the heart of the hologram
to enrich the totality
of All That Is
with each  divine perspective as it returns
and ReTurns the wheel as the cycle
continues
and spins out again
the implosion the force the flickering light 
of love
to enforce the dynamic dance of 
desperate
dreams....

2004

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eye, withered, waded, threw to something knew
 a bone to be chewed a look to be eschewed
 a moment to be bruised by the burden of time
 by the furtive fount that mounts the mine
 and awaits, 
wild, wired 
wondering what impulse would start the world, 
start the twirl, 
start the dart on journey down,
 involution to the ground, 
evolution to the crown,
 but here, it is, 
watered down, rays are drowned,
 in density, intensity seizes me, 
i struggle for the urge to breathe,
 to take my part in saving the sieve,
 waving the weave, 
for all to see, 
the stitch the seam, that structures me..

sorry to hear about the fever, 
but maybe a lever was lifted
 and temperature drifted 
to further unknowns 
just a dose of the dream 
a twist on this scheme of things unseen
 till now
 maybe contact was made 
and deep serenade
 softly slipped in thru doors of pores
 leading within the skin
 to chthonic depths
 that call to earth
 beckoning the se(a)men 
to summon birth.

2004

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hunger hunger world grows younger
girls grow brighter every day
in flips and folds and hues of gold
the soulsparks fly away
dripping tipping scales too dense
to hold the mould we see
flying freely dancing singing
smiling life so beautifully

up she went without a cent
and spun a web in the sky
she danced and dreamed
and sewed the seams
into a single I
Never fading dust escaping
from the twinkling sky
escapades and open raids
upon the grinning whole
fall like rain within this stain
and defy this golden rule
waking pain and staking claim
upon this flickering soul..........

2004

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I have papier-mâchéd my prayers, one
To the other, and painted them the 
Color of earth. I have left
half empty vessels open, to catch
The condensation as it slips down
My thought screen, too much moisture
From too much dream. I am wary
Of dividing my lives, into this and that,
Into here or there. This too vague
Rage plagues me, internally, I am
Sorted thru like dirty laundry…
And still the impulse is felt, from
Below my belt and above my belief,
And I strain to define this form
Of relief, of which I make my moulds
Of clay, tapering feeling into faces
And days, into names and games
And containers for rain. My prayers
Fought one another, fought to shelter
The innocent leper that hides inside.
But the peeling sheath, the papier-mâché,
Has torn to tatters and freely fades,
And my communion, I find, is still
Fresh in my mind, exposed to the
Storms of the seas of the blind.


2004

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I make my way inside, the tomb
and rise
again
from feelings that flew too close
to you,

torn from the womb, tethered hands
sworn to illumine weathered lands

and i crash again
back into
seed

full thrust while blossoms
bleed
life into the few
of the
new breed

that makes its way thru density
seizing sight, thru intensity
of light
that makes it all grow

up and away from the roots that
know...

breaking tearing swearing making
moods that fade too soon
foods that make new moon

out of fragments that form too loose
sometimes

to hold the rhyme inside,
tucked beneath the rising tide
of things we share
and things we hide

waiting for the revelation
to seep up from our pores
into our mind
tending the sores that
stifle the times which await birth
here
in the name of earth
in the name of the mother
in the name of the bearing
and the burdens of Other
ways

to see here, to know here, to feel
hear and peel clear
of stagnant flesh

saturation

the sudden dawning
e v o l u t i o n
and
i n v o l u t i o n

POISED

between worlds in balance
minds of latency
bending and twisting

and T
U
R
N
I
N
G
back
upon
itself

remembering the white shroud which once it wore
swore to remain unstained
but the blackened charred robe of the stars
of the wisdom of moments
tore thru that fantasy
to create a dream
so real
it s e e m s to feel
its own thrust
in the darkness
of the blinding light
beckoning sight
into
existence.

Resistance repeats
cyclic defeat
and victories

Mysterys Mana urging us on
toward the breathing pull
of the sun
as it
rocks
a n d
cradles
its child
gently beneath the vestment
of LIFE.

2004

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I saw her face in a dream
and knew that she was me
just a child just a wild
apparition running free
but where to hide
when the light peeks thru
to spaces that remain
untouched by truth
where to hide when I die
forced thru the threshold
to life, birth, earth
river, flame, sky…
…I chose this moment
to swim thru the sieve
I chose the mother
whose heartbeat I receive
till the lightning strikes me
and I am born,
torn from the watery depths
shorn like wool from
my mothers lips…as she
whispers me, sings me into
Being, breathing, teething
seething underneath for
those phantoms and thieves
who starve the souls
who carve the coals from
the mothers folds, strip
her of her glow, furnace
flames grip and will not
let go,
let be,
let come to me this
hidden dream, a birth
to be received, a slow
moulding of individuality
though sheltering unity,
ah, but disease, follows me,
I heard her cry,
teardrops slipped from her
eyes, my eyes, mothers thighs
have been violated, raped
with scraped knees she
begs me now, recovering from
the crowds jeers and cheers
and fears of what lay beyond
the tunnels, the ponds
that make up her body,
the veins that feed the
brains that bleed the
sanity, leaking in streams
humility, dripping it seems,
splitting the seams
of this alltooreal dream,
and she closes her mouth
to keep out pollution
to keep in the solution
to her fears, to her years
of writhing in misery,
to be delivered from
humanity(s)weet plea,
please, hold the hand
of the motherland, surrender
to life and birth and
death on earth it’s all
too soon it’s all too
blue it’s all a cycle
of force and food,
feed the seed,
need the me
that slips
thru tunnels
soft like dew
slips thru caverns
to be born
to you…

2004

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I wipe these stains from my face
these claims to the race
which proves to be
self defeating hypocrisy
my rags are red
 from the blood that I've bled 
from the mud that I've tread 
on this sojourn thru death
 this long trek thru life
this is the cutting edge
of the dullest knife
and my whispers are not heard
my cries are not hard
I am just a minstrel
I chose the path of bard...

my song is simple

the truth we know
 beneath our skin
within our bones
beyond our present concept of Home
hybrid minds and dichotomies
staged duality 
trapped in time
till time sets free
the bandage of bondage that 
belong to We
And stasis now overcomes
undergoes initiation 
so absurd
so impatient 
yet all this unravels
distant travels …
and this can't Be...
an end to freedom 
an end to See...
The ship must sink
... the skin is the brink
of misery sometimes
 these days
in so many foul ways
 so many loud plays
 are stuck to the face of the mother
of the brother
 of the sister too

These dreams
 are not lost to anyone
but myself
 for who else exists
beyond this twist
 this facade of separation
of the bigger nation 
and the bigger gun
the bigger boys 
with the trigger toys
and the evil ploys
... but the fault is not theirs
they just play a role 
that plays the part
of pulling the strings 
and the strings allow
the brainwash kings
 to make a fake society
plastic souls and fascist schools 
of thought
individuality punished and 
reality furnished 
with no sense of sanity 
no humanity
in their wounded eyes
 their soondead highs
their braindead sighs
lids down over their eyes
 no disguise
 can fool me...can fool 
the whole that makes up me
no troll can bury the fool who knows
 who goes
thru the cycles... thru the turns
thru the light and lives to learn 
of the Great Within
where the wheel turns itself
over again...

2004

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In times that were worn
Washed up in things that
Never were
The call was heard
And the answer was given
In a whisper 
To the cell
The spelling of the dream
On the satin sheets Of reality
The wine of life spilled
So chaotically
 throughout
This dance of dichotomy
The understanding of the few
Worked behind the scenes
Weaved the threads within
The dreams
And forced a dance to travel
Thru 
To reach the world
In brilliant hue
Down into the raging waters
Of chaos
 A story written
Consciously
And a map created thru
Ecstasy
A new synthesis of reality
A fabric moulded too close
To the flame
A sequence too raw
To individuate
Master awake on the window sill
Watching and waiting still
Making and taking will
Into places that dream
Into places that dream
Knowinglyflowingfromthestream.

2004

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It doesn’t matter what she wants
Or who she is or why her mind
Spins like this
Waiting for rain and staining her lips
With the red satin kiss
From the face of the sun
Wishing just wishing on
Worlds just begun
It doesn’t matter where she goes
Or why she speaks or what her mind
So subtly seeks
Wading thru rain and gaining a grip
On the red fading trip
Through a world on the run
Watching just watching for
The rising silent sun..

2004

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Little Blue Van


All in a moment
A journeys beginning
A lifetimes end
The vortex starts spinning
And sucks me in

The little blue van 
Is coming to take me away
The little blue van
Is on its way
The dark little man
Is making his claim
The dark little man
Is starting the game

And I don’t want to know
What it's coming to
I don’t want to know
Where it's going to
I don’t want to know 
What she’s going through
Do you want to know
What I’m going thru

In fragments of moments
I am gripped from beneath
The cloud pulls me under
And removes his sheath
There are no words
That could whisper this dream
That could penetrate so deep
And shatter the seams
There are no excuses
That could remove these stains
That could free these tears
And resurrect these remains

The little blue van
Is on its way
The little blue van
Is coming to play
The dark little man
Is coming for me
The dark little man
Is inside of me

And I don’t want to know
What it's coming to
I don’t want to know
Where it's going to
I don’t want to know
What she’s going through
Do you want to know
What I’m going thru

In daydreams and playthings
I still see the face
In nightmares and daystares
I still feel the chase
There are no feelings
That could understand me now
There are no directions
To find my way out
There is only a glimpse
Of a life that once was
There is only a shadow
Covered in rust


Now the little blue van
Is fading from view
The little blue van
Is Fading from you
The dark little man
Has Left me alone
The dark little man
Has turned me to stone

And now I think I know
What it's coming to
Now I think I know
Where it's going to
And now I think I know
What she’s going through
Do you want to know
What I’m going thru

2004

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my eyes were pierced and bled me dry
the light too bright for me oh my
waiting for the hole to close
to claim the truth in a fatal dose
of dancing dreams on morning dew
subtle whispers that connect to you
my heart was blinded by the glow
of all the worlds within the flow
and as the essence rose to speak
i felt the teardrops on my cheek
where oh where has my little world gone
up so high and right so wrong
that only loving is living to me
that only giving is something free....


2004

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Pasted like paper games
Plastered to the newest day
Counting down the names that play

I am drinking
Of the spirit

Watching for the fire
And burning when near it

Stalking the landscape and
Praying for rain
Thirst to be quenched
With no sign of pain

Wonder how
Wonder how they knew so loud
So long ago,

Was it under your cloud?
Was it under your shroud
That they buried the urn

Took turns with the erasure
And the seizure of the turns

Of the wheels
That spell
The meaning
Out in cycles of sojourns
Of samples of yearning
Watching the burning world
As the churning void
Keeps turning

2004

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Shes gone down down
Down
Down around the feeling
Of knowing whats around
My god
My god
Has it been so long
My name
My game
Has it lasted this long
Painstakingly
painstaking me
I'm here all in a tear
Dropping
From somewhere
Ive never been
Here here
I'm all a lone
I'm all alone here
On my big throne
Waving
Saying
Making names
Go right thru
Trying to tie
You
Into knots
Of me
Into lots
Of me
Knots
So carefully
I crawl up beside you
Walk down and try to
Make
My way
Tears fall
Drowning your own Call
Making the misery
The best gift of all.


2004

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Smiling tides tally my rides
thru the kingdom of death
winters grip tugs my lips
and chokes my frozen breath
the nightly game of give and take
has left me bleeding raw
and now the moon leaves too soon
to hear my desperate call.


2004

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Smoking mindscreens foggy mirror
Destinys hand comes clearer and nearer
cosmic broom to cleanse the filth
of all that's bought with bigot wealth
tidal waves that stretch and claim
minds of war that march and maim
wounded promise of lands agreed
to spread the foul fuming seeds
amongst the peoples, amidst the cry
that seeks to spoil earth and sky
whither we go in fear or in awe
we shall watch the darkness fall
in flesh and bone and tune and tone
the erasure is seizure of the throne
beneath the cradled curse of Will
the hand still turns the weathered wheel.

2004

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Tickled
By the tongue of
The great opening
Chasm
Of things begun and
Things dying
Now the tide engulfs
The fire of stars
Sprays
And the unlived moments
That linger behind
Have strayed
Into a walled garden
Where time cannot complain
The music of the spheres
Strikes
A chord in your refrain
How I wonder there
At your awful twist
Does this describe the
Grip of my fist
Against these winds
That release amends
And whisper
Of times
Long ago
Buried in the catastrophe
Of worlds in collision
Trying to Be?

5-10-2004

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Upon the dancing dew she sings

And plays a song for everything
Under the sun
Under the deed waiting to be done

Twisting trust up into greed

Running from knowing she’s
Carrying the seed

Past tense takes over
And rewinds the frame

An obsolete program for
Living the dream

And the towering task at hand begins to wan
Begins to speak in linguistic
Aeon
Making free the bleeding seed
As the story carries us on.

2004

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What does this spiral storm
Hold for me
Where does this winding path
Lead me

Am I passing thru unnoticed
In fragments of disguise
Remnants of understanding
Discarded
As  l i e s….

The cycles compel us to
Forge forward
On this journey
The wheels of time
Ever so gently turning
Twisting
Stories and dreams
And whisperings into
Sculptures with essence
And imaginings

Dance like silver star s I l v e r n I g h t
Smiling from afar

(are we barred from ever reaching
Those shores that speak of transcendence?)

The ringing singing tone
Of E ve r y th I n g
Clap clapping deafening

Forces me to awaken from this dream

The requiem
Outlasted me
Finding once more simpler
Shores timeless tales metaphors
The path of fire that leads up thru time
Up thru spine out of mind

Is open before me

Am I
R e a d y to r e c I e v e ?

2004

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Painstakingly pains taking me 
Under out below beneath 
Everything that shows its teeth 
Life and light and slow release 
Loose me thru this gentle beast 
And let me find my own way 

Entities meant for Me~s 
Touching turning tasting seeds 
Entrenched within souls that bleed 
Rising and reigning and rowing East 
Never forget me, the gentle beast 
And let me love in my own way 

December 20, 2004

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I have watched sons
Claim
Their names beneath
The sun,
I have seen the same
Done
To me,
I have been a child
I have been a whore
I have been a maniac
Knocking on gods door,
And in the neon
The glow
The bliss that sometimes
We know
I have melted like
Wax
And my heart has
Dripped right
Through
The cracks in your
Floor.

2004