What your dark mind must conceal
from the spirit
of joy and forgiveness
from that which is pure
tested by time
and the wanting hands
of the sacred crone
the waiting one
who cowers
yet smiles
woman aged of wisdom
warrior soul
spirit eternally reborn
transformed
singing truth
through the hail and barrage
‘cross the bow mast
of freedom
seeking broad measure and berth
as all that you seem to desire
slips slowly away
like rain down a spout
as your nightmares plumb deep
the sphere of black dreams
this timeless crone
could be your miracle
your salvation — your way out
your frail breath
to carry you through your passing
My theatre’s now just empty red seats
the street out front — an empty avenue
no one comes view these cinematic feats
nor the celluloid fantasies I knew
the projector’s a beaut, still shine’n bright
casting cine-magic on the big screen
but the joint’s abandoned night after night
my theater’s now COVID’s haunted scene
sadly a victim of something obscene
we try to grasp why this horrible plague
how could we humans unleash such a scourge
when ask where it came from answers seem vague
as earth chants a bitter funeral dirge
arrogance serves to block true solution
as impatience helps continue the spread
is this the time we pay retribution
is this the end time as many have said
we must reflect as we bury our dead
Written to incorporate a derivation of: “I have left my signature on rocky shores, marked with hues and shades of fuchsia sin; each one a reminder of the kind of person I have been.” – Of the waters and wild.
…like a true nature’s child, I was born to be wild…
Left late
on a moonless night
my caddy shine’n bright
a wad’a dolla’s in my hand
visions of the promised land
enticing me ever onward
encountered some unexpected delays
unforeseen bumps in fortune’s highway
but obstacles weren’t turning me away
certainly had my fair share of scrapes
gotten real good at narrow escapes
had the all too frequent bad day
rubbed folks the wrong way
more than a time or two
scuffed my caddy too
lost me a little skin
paint n’patience worn thin
we took some pretty serious hits
saw well laid plans get blown to bits
and though tough times came in bunches
I learned to keep roll’n with the punches
kept the faith to follow my best hunches
my dream
and my caddy
have lost a little lustre
don’t you fret I don’t fluster
because I am on my way
along this highway
to my paradise
and I sure ain’t stoppin’
all signs still point to the promised land
despite having felt fate’s cold hand
been knocked down a time’r two
what I am telling you is true
yes I may be black n’blue
I’m still comin’ through
‘cause I ain’t beaten
ain’t retreatin’
I have left my signature written on the winds
marked in hues and shades of my past sins
each a reminder of the person I have been
and a clear vision of what’ll soon begin
with a promise to never go back again
I’m goin’ where the lights are bright
and miracles happen every night
good luck is in the cards for me
I’ll soon be on a winning spree
figure bad luck is behind me
not completely certain though
‘cause my poor caddy’s
big back window
Curtains hang limp
in the front room windows
through which no breeze
has wafted for days
only hot dead air
hangs like a lazy haze
through which seeps
the crisp sound
of sticky tires
crackling like slow-torn velcro
as cars roll sluggish
down our street
tugging at the molten tar patches
of the sizzled surface
in this freakish September bake
the gerbera daisies droop
panting in their porcelain pineapple pots
toasting on the withered wooden stoop
paint cracked and dry
scorched from neglect
even the silk plant
on the kitchen sill
seems to wilt
as perfectly
we burn a threshold
life in slow motion
as two-digit slowly rolls
into triple-digit heat
the glowing zeroes stare red
from the temperature display
like a pair of burning eyes
vacant as my baked brain
sledged with humid thoughts
I bring cool water
to moisten my sun cracked
parched lips
they do not smile
in this climate aberration
as slowly I simmer
deep in dying summer
seeking autumn’s mercy
Adults argue about the shot
whether they should or should not
we arrogant adults apparently forgot
it’s our children we put on a deadly spot
children back to school sure sounds great
but first — roll up their sleeves and vaccinate
then we dense adults can disagree argue and debate
but protect the innocent before it’s just too damned late
