A wink and a smile

A wink and a smile

The time of ages suited in grey,
A war with ever flowing sand,
The ruin of the sacred day,
The dominant right of command,
For a story fortune’s fool,
Against the dice way you weighted
A chance to except accept the rule,
All parts the player played.
Tis the answer also the riddle,
Was it worth sweet elation,
Both ends burning mourn the middle
You sit in actor’s interrogation
A chilling spectre touching freeze,
Smiling in the dark lady’s face
Fear’s sickle kills by degrees.
Although it’s swung with grace.
SO the deny the fear to overtake,
I say without compunction,
I’ll go on and make fear quake.
Cause my form is my function.
“AT ME !!” fair spirit , I raise this toast,
It is a greater cause to drink,
With blade and wit, I’ll war this ghost,
With a smile and a wink.

pearls

if there eyes closed seeming,
of thought of me engaged,
I see you when dreaming,
a perfect picture never aged.
moments like pearls dangle on string,
each perfect with subtle flaw,
and dwell upon the little things,
of these dreams I wish you saw.
so as I in deep ocean sleep,
make these pearls from grains of sand.
a bitter treasure built in scar so deep
anger tastes of salt and reprimand.

learning

When the name of friend represented,
And the only sin is sharing,
The teacher is often resented,
For the hubris of caring.
As you know to options loyal,
Most are but gladly not all.
As in your labors seeks fruit for toil,
The rise is so much slower than fall.
Truth has legs and gossip wings.
It’s to stamina this pain outlast.
Petty hurts can be minor things,
When choosing friends look to cast,
Then are friends or acquataince overreach.
With false tongues un-discerning.
Resent the savior sent to teach.
But true love is in the learning.

happiness?

when you feel like cruel fortune's toy
and even the truest words feel sappy,
forget not in absence of joy.
The rareness of being happy.
like the old teddy bear,
losing stuffing from worn out seam,
too much love can seem unfair,
holding on to a dream
That between the highs and lows,
when the fates seem unforgiving,
and even friends become foes,
with no cause for thanksgiving,
embrace the joyous stranger meeting,
and enjoy saccharine prose,
for one truth is worth repeating,
happy is a decision to one who knows.

a dance in time - a request

seeking balance sword in flight,
in symmetry with the hand,
emerging bloody feral night,
at all your passions demand,
and stinging lip in harshest kiss
is the cut in blooded waters wade,
lessons over, the teacher shall dismiss
when by ones own skill betrayed,
a sight across the crowded floor,
eyes meet in captured glance,
all souls in that one look implore,
the killing kindness of the dance.
outstretched hand, and sweet laughter,
as the music of war mistook,
a polite bow, will see them after.
the consequnces of that look.
feel the weight and see the touch,
gods will forgive this crime.
no lover had I ever loved this much,
then when blade and I dance in time.

going through old poetry

Been plowing through my notes and slowly preparing my submissions for the poetry residency. There are so many poems. So many pieces that I shared with only the one person I was writing for at the time. SO many truly beautiful and tragic emotions. Some have never seen the light of day. SOme are the property of only one other set of eyes. I'll ask permission for those.

Cannot wait for the article to be published, so I can blog about my experiences in the UK.

dress up

Adressing others in robe borrow,
In fashion calm the blue heart,
Fixing paint and to sorrow,
The mirror judges from the start.

So to the closet seek refuge,
In costume we take to task,
To prevent the sad deluge,
And lose yet find the mask.

For in the wonders of dressing,
It covers many a stealthy scar,
And to the silent glass impressing,
The reflecting judge goes to far.

It only shows what it sees
thus is the mirrors duty,
You the only judge needs please.
But sans masks lies true beauty.

uk 2

Of JFK and Camelot.

JFK airport is my favorite New York City Airport. I always seem to leave from there. And now my trip to Londinium begins. But JFK has a deeper meaning to me now. When I think of his Camelot. I think of a shining place. I think of a time when politician or kings were just and fair. A place where all are equal at the table. An ideal place shrouded in Mists of myth. And JFK like all just kings, the few that were, his reign was far too short. I know in my heart , JFK’s reign was just as much myth. I always thought of him as “our American” Arthur although his proclivities were more towards Lancelot. NYC , my home was always Avalon. And now it’s my turn to seek the grail.