The Sublime Roundabout

The dove-white feather Floats gently down To rest In the deep clear pool Of my heart Yet not a ripple does it make On the surface All is peaceful and calm Tranquil water remains Pure and sweet The ray of light Reaches into depths unknown Illuminates farthest reaches Warm and golden Filling all with radiance And the voice of deep water The sound of stillness Echoes deep in my soul Full of meaning and joy Finding me there, alone Unashamed, unadorned Waiting For the sweet touch Of my angel To save

Love this one... The more I think the less I see When I'm able to walk I'm the queen of my world I let it rain on my skin I don't let myself down I don't let myself down Wanna be one with you I wanna be one with you The more I think the less I do When I'm able to talk I'm the queen of my world I let it rain on my skin I don't ask myself why I don't ask myself why I wanna be one with you I wanna be one with you All I want is to rock your soul All I want is to rock your soul All I want is to rock your soul All I want is to rock your soul All I want is to rock your soul All I want is to rock your soul I feel closer to the clouds I'm touching all the highest leaves On top of the trees My desires release So we let it rain... On our skin You're holding my hand I'm holding your life 'N I feel like I'm one with you I'm be one with you, you All I want is to rock

What love is there in the world? he cried This broken man, without a home He has gone to far, many paths he'd roam The flames of hell crept up inside I've traveled on the spongy loam Across the desert full of fire Over mountains that did conspire And crept into the darkest tomb I've earned many a brother's ire Caring little for the steps I trod Acting as though I were a god My aspirations ascended higher and higher So I moved on, rough-shod Little noticing how my heart was formed Not noticing that it was not warmed By vapid smiles and vain applaud Until the idea came that wormed Into my soul, into my heart Unlike any magic or black art And my fragile, false peace deformed I ran with tigers, and danced with harts I soared with eagles, yet through it all I never considered that I could fall That all was illusion, a house of cards And now I know that I shall never know The heart-felt love from my fellows

When did I awake? I did not know I was even Asleep I walked I breathed I ate and even slept Yet I was asleep But I have been brought Like a penitent man To my knees Full of awe And wonder When did I awake? That answer is easy I awoke At daybreak

The warmth begins Somewhere around your middle And spreads northward To your heart

You see them everywhere you go Those people who are in the know Clever ones can build them from snow Others are stone, and others just grow Some made of water, upward they flow Some form circles, some form a bow Yet these gentle curves can show How to make high things low While raising others from below Whether monumental or no Wherever you go Whatever seeds you sow Famous or just John Doe Raking or using the hoe Friend or foe Cup of tea or cup of joe Curly, Larry, or even Moe You may say yes, while others say no Always keeping the status quo Getting along, the boat you must row Maybe you'll even get a tow It may be difficult, though Travelling through lands of woe But as long as the wind will blow And stars in the sky continue to glow You will always be able to throw In long sweeping arches.

Light comes in the manner of a thief Creeping slowly above the horizon Darkness, loath to relinquish its hold Menaces above this horizon Like the feeling of an impending doom and dread Yet inexorably the darkness yields to the light The eastern sky passes from shades of gray to gold As the twilight begins to spread across the sky The land, which before was completely black Becomes defined and finds texture Tree and branch stand out in stark contrast Against the ever-lightening sky beyond Masses which were once just guessed at Become vegetation and buildings, hills and vales Leaves and branches, fields of grass and flowers The clouds become fire, molten and smoldering Lit from below like the very fires of Hades itself The sky behind these clouds blazes forth a golden glory That Midas would have abandoned his touch for Melding cloud and heavens in a panorama of light The horizon seems to cling to the moment Hesitating to bring forth the celestial orb Yet lo! The

The best light and sound shows Are free Forked plasma arcs Across the heads of purple clouds Cumulonimbus screens The high-voltage displays Mushrooms lit up from within Striated and variegated Reaching into space Simultaneously touching the ground Then the thunder rolls Like Thor's chariot Like God's own bowling team Like an avalanche of boulders Some thunder is almost gentle Far off and whispering More felt and guessed at Than heard Some thunder is like pistol crack Jolting, loud, and deafening As I listen to the sound And see the light through tightly-closed eyelids My body tenses As if charged by the lightning in the air The strobe flashes The thunder peals I snuggle down deeper into my bed And wait for it to pass Terrified But thrilled

The lighted match Burns bright Close to the fuel Which would burn Higher The frigid north wind Extinguishes The match Black and cold The unnecessary And unused match Is discarded

(note: one of my resolutions this year is to write a poem a week. They may be interspersed with other entries, short, long, rhyming, reasonable. Whatever. But they're for you. I hope you enjoy.) Janus looked Forward And Backward Seeing the future And the past While living in the present Strange oracle! This mythical being Sees all Mistakes made Lessons learned Clay shaped The vessel knows not The final shape But trusts The potter's hand Forms gently Inexorably He knows What He wants And what the clay may be