Tag: Time

being here

“repetition
variation
intersect in
Mother Gaia,
existence is our
salvation from the
Void” -Jerus Maximus

We unfold like paper umbrellas
little bloomings
snowflakes on the crinkled nose
of a child
glorious revelations
brilliant in our being

soon forgetful
all enveloped cultural
pigs in blankets
fit only for
consumption

reawakened by small
sparks
glimmers of light on
lips of strangers
reminders of our
effervesence
or as Hegel once said the:

“foaming ferment of finitude”

night would turn to day

night would turn to day
if you stayed
with me beside the sea
or here upon this hill
until the rosy dawn
and all the sparkles
on the distant waves
would witness what
we gave each other
oh tale for some
far time
pure and diamond set
on the finger of a dream
gleaming in my eye
of ocean blue
a radiant yearning beam

paradox

“it’s all a distraction”

she said, 

“to forget your mortality” 

“hm hm,” i nodded, “go on” 

“the shows, the video games, 

and from the beginning of time, 

sporting events,

to distract us from 

the main event” 

“our own death, you mean?”

(i was getting into it) 

“yes yes, and we all 

fell for it” her eyes were 

on fire

or was it the candle light 

reflected in them 

“so we reach the end of life” 

she continued

“without ever really living” 

i sat up, “wait, you mean 

without ever thinking about 

our own death” 

she broke out in that ridiculously

beautiful smile she has 

“can’t you see? you can 

never really live until 

you’ve seen your death” 

“seen it?” 

“yup, face to face, 

felt its cold breath 

against your skin” 

i scratched my head

“seems traumatizing” i muttered 

“yes absolutely, but then 

life can become totally life, 

it’s a paradox..”

her voice trailed away 

the fire in her eyes faded 

i think a part of me 

experienced a death just then. 

later as i drove home 

it started to rain 

i turned the radio off so

I could hear the raindrops 

patter against my car 

“it’s a paradox.. ” i murmured 

a paradox 

so long since wind

so long since wind
along the rocky shore
blew tossing wave and
goddess hair against
this wandering body
today in shimmering
vision i caught a glimpse of
old things
still green in memory’s
golden eye
there across the chasmed
darkness: vision flew.
a passerby
consumed by present things
stumbled by the path
“turn your face” i yelled
but on they plodded
undisturbed in
electromagnet sphere
and i, i watched the phantom
fade away
how old i must be
to view this with
incredulity



run away

run away

on green legs

on fresh toes and feet,

beat the setting sun,

what fun our

memoried youth,

loved by the aged

heart and mind,

i cannot find

the promise of

that tomorrow

without sorrow or

reflection on an end,

no friend or lover

has a double vision

the collision of an open

eye or heart,

how far these legs

have run!

only to walk

and slow,

too soon it’s

time to go

reach through

reach through
the thinnest veil
transparent to
your smiles and
glowing white teeth
in a suntanned
summer face
we embraced
each other there
where the old
ways touched
our ears
how strong
your arms!
how healthy in decay
before day
breaks this revelry..
a gift?
a warning or presage?
i miss you, 
either way

How brief

“how brief how brief!”
the old man cried
“all die
all by the Styxian way
will cross”
(his eyes a mirrored madness)
with sadness did I touch
his hand
“sir do not rush your time,
stay and tell me of
your life”
“is yours not enough?” he laughed
but still I tried again
“please tell me of your
younger days”
then with a piercing gaze
he looked me in the eye
“will you add sorrow to despair?
but sit down in that chair and
hear of broken hearts,
parted ways, and
the love of Arabelle.”
then I sitting heard his tale
which someday
I may share
but beware:
you may find yourself
in the story I heard there