Taken past the place,
Where words merit,
You stand before me,
Now the speculation of my verbal intent,
Has been clearly called,
What do I hold?
My uncertain descriptions of grandeur,
Begin to blunder outward,
In aimless migrations,
Around the blossoming edges,
I gaze inward,
While you see beyond,
Dust clouds of sunburned otherness,
Stalk the irregular dignity of my soul,
Clamoring for a nameless encore,
An offering to the bedraggled sky,
Accompanied by watered down melodies,
Played in my overturned mind,
Major fifths and minor tonics,
Off key and out of tune,
You know the ones,
where the empties of awareness.
are often strewn.
Two Cute But Illiterate Dogs
It’s pretty hot today,
I’m feeling half cooked,
The tomatoes gone too ripe,
The dog forgot,
To read and write,
And mama says,
“Son, the outhouse is all aglow,”
I’m about three biscuits
shy of a load.
Dart among the invisible leaves,
As the sunset races,
Tangerine skies cursed between,
The dying grasps of sapphire and wine,
We think we see,
Harbingers of night,
Beckoning the blind forerunners of dawn,
Flickering hope among rustling leaves,
Who sing simple harmonies,
Now only at first light,
We may see again,
And bid farewell,
to death’s fading cloak,
the diminishing gray of night.
Today is the day,
we remember those who died,
beyond the places only sacred stones recall,
we mourn their loss and sacrifice made,
those who passed in distant lands,
and those who bled,
on these very sands,
In Christ there is hope,
In hope we pray for tomorrow,
That the violence of yesterday,
May give way to peace today.
The solace I seek today,
is hidden along the path I walk,
silent stones of disquiet,
placed in a garden of clamor,
I am frightened by the deafening roar,
the common reserve of ancient stillness,
obscured portraits of yesterday’s wounds,
will not cease their angry accolades.
I become deaf to this moment,
will I hear tomorrow?
Irrational delusions of night,
Seized by the imposition of dawn,
The benevolent joy of my dreams,
Vanishes into sorrow as I awake,
Invading images bound time’s frontier,
Night’s unfinished work must wait.