My Top Novels, Poetry and Comics

Since a dozen of my friends have posted various versions of the list ten books that touched you I will share 10 books that heavily influenced me before high school. I was a precocious reader and at 10 was reading at a college level so I kind of skipped young adult books for the most part.

1. Dune by Frank Herbert (my first difficult book that I had to get a dictionary to help and practiced trying to say all the words with weird spellings)
2. Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (beginning a life long fascination with logic and deduction)
3. Foundation trilogy by Isaac Asimov (was given a giant book of Asimov classics which were my first SF stories)
4. Battlefields Beyond Tomorrow (a collection of military SF short stories which was my first anthology including Heinlein, PKD, Card, Nourse, Laumer, Saberhagen, Haldeman, Sheffield, Teddy the fish and other greats)
5. Childhood’s End by Arthur C Clarke (my first SF story with a twist at the end)
6. Magician by Raymond E Feist (my first fantasy series and I could never decide if I related more to Pug or Tomas)
7. The Stars My Destination by Alfred Bester (introduced me to Alexandre Dumas besides being an amazingly powerful story of vengeance and I highly recommend the demolished man and the men who killed mohammed)
8. The Cycle of Fire by Janny Wurts (my second fantasy series that ended up twisting into a SF story and coincidentally Feist and Wurts would end up teaming up on a series years later.
9. The White Plague by Frank Herbert (my first apocalypse end of the world story which ended up being followed by the stand by Stephen King)
10. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory by Roald Dahl (My favorite kid book/series along with the really weird short stories he wrote that I found in the elementary school library hidden in a cubbyhole)

Honorable mentions that were read a little later in high school or didn’t have as much of an impact as the above: Songs of Earth and Power by Greg Bear, City by Clifford Simak, the Lensmen/Skylark by EE doc Smith, A wizard of earthsea and left hand of darkness by Ursula K Leguin, Dorsai! by Gordon R Dickson and the rest of the Childe Cycle and Wolfling also by GRD, The Glassbead Game by Herman Hesse, I am barbarian and princess of mars by Burroughs, Lest Darkness Falls by L Sprague de Camp, Peter the Great by Robert K Massie, the hero with a thousand faces, occidental mythology and a dozen other Joseph Campbell books, and A history of the Swedish People by Vilhelm Moberg.

Ah, and before I forget of course Tolkien which would be my fourth fantasy series after the white gold wielder series and followed by Belgariad.

Top five for Poetry:

1.The Childe Roland unto the Dark Tower Came by Robert Browning
2. Love Poems by Elizabeth Browning
3. Songs of Innocence and Experience by William Blake
4. Do not go gentle into that good night by Dylan Thomas
5. Kubla Khan by Samuel Coleridge.

Honorable Mention:

Ulysses by Tennyson mainly for this part:

“I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!
As though to breathe were life. Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this grey spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.”

Top ten for Comic Books:
Transmetropolitan, Planetary, Hellblazer, Global Frequency, Watchmen, the secret history (come on guys and translate some more books!), sandman, annihilation, Promethea, and House of M.

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Rough drafts of some really old poetry

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Blaring trumpets blaze notes into the sky
Upon Sir Virtue’s return from war
His full panoply shining bright and bold
Cheers accompany rainbows scintillating
From a noble spirit true and just
Sands pour from eternity’s glass
A taste of a cynic’s kiss still wet
Stains and blurs rainbows gray
Now there is no Hero’s destination
Just endless battle and hollow tourneys
Trophies gather dust within the Hall
Bards sing only mirrored truths
Dexter’s injury is plain and pain
The masses forget but never forgive
As a sad anger fills the Tower
Treacherous routes now lie in wait
Primordial shadows loom menacingly
With the doom of Childhood’s End.

The Abyss

The crippled,
    writes in the scripts
    reminded of when and where;
    faced by Yuggoth’s curse
    and mirror’s shade.
The eldest,
    prowls in the dreams
    found in why and what;
    freed by Trinity’s blaze
    and expedience’s truth.
The rage,
    dances in the islands
    betwixt this and that;
    caged by Bast’s footfall
    and judgment’s lie.
The power,
    stirs in the nightmares
    born of lust and envy;
    sent by Eris’s hate
    and love’s disease.
The reply,
    ravages in the weaves
    living on idea and entropy;
    restrained by fool’s sagacity
    and Ishtar’s generosity.
The abyss,
    waits in the mists
    without form and time;
    fed by eternity’s ending
    and Morrigu’s desire.

Dead Words

No one listens to the crazy voice
Off in the distance, do the distance
No one speaks in the primal tongue
To cross the distance, across the distance.

Everyone hears the crazy voices
Blaring into their faces, in their faces
Everyone speaks with ignorant babble
Shouting into our faces, in my face.

Some of us keep on tryin’
While the rest of you are dyin’
Some of us test the waters
While the rest of you are drownin’

No one listens, no one listens deeply
Hurry along please, move along
Nothing to see here, nothing there

Why aren’t you asking questions
Why aren’t you being puzzled by
mysteries in nature, by your nature

Where are all the answers
To the questions that I’m asking
Within the mirror, in the mirror

Hear the voices blubber about a book
With deaf sages, quoting blind names
Belief is all they have in their reflection
Waiting for their graves in pleasure

With dead words, into dead worlds.

Treasure of Annuna

Mortal matter denies the tyrannies,
Of dying and many other endings.
Puffing out their lasting transitories,
Whispering wisdom’s cryptic sendings.
Sailing dark waters lying far southern,
My eye searches for Gilgamesh’s prize.
Serpent’s rise, twist, bite, and wait their turn;
Oh, heart of darkness I now see our ties,
Normally eclipsed by Helios.
Now I will grasp eternity’s apple,
For to end is not sought for my woes;
The secret leads away from this bubble.
Brilliant jewels hover within the sea,
Man reaches high for immortality.

Hero’s Way

Atop the mountain where crystal rivers branch
Begins the journey of the heart
Seeds are born from the fertile earth
Breathing inspiration within the gleam

Discovery of the rhythm of the Drum
Continues the path of the mind
Mysteries ring from below to the upper air
Drinking deeply from the starry cow’s cream

Within the spiraled wisdom of Cormac’s cup
Ends the ladder of the soul
Seven sages penetrate the riddle of fire
Singing the measure of time’s own stream

I, son of the tree and brilliant glory
Upon this road edged in shadow
Listen silently to the otherworldly ocean
Entering into the hazelnut’s dream

Lucid Mysteries

Dreaming while awake
I listen to her words
spoken softly but with pride.
"Now you are truly becoming
the Lord of the Tower of Glass."
Surprised I glance away from
golden hair and green eyes
garbed in scales of matching hues,
to perceive what was once desolation.

Now a brilliant tower reflects a rainbow
upon an island of teeming and vital life
that has risen from the sea
that was once not water.

I turn back to the Serpent
with questions in my eyes
for my sometime enemy,
and face a sudden realization
of our sanguine connection.

Smiling her forked tongue flicked
when she looked back
before stepping forward once more
into the void.

Perception

Penetrate the barriers
Slip past the filters
of the mind and soul
Awaken to the truths
that society seeks to blind

The door within is a gateway
With intent, see through,
Feel, another’s essence

Become the beast
Welcome the saint
Extremes wrapped in fragile spirit
Preserve the primitive
Sing into the sea of illusion
Naked


Lucid Mysteries
Dreaming while awake
I listen to her words
spoken softly but with pride.
"Now you are truly becoming
the Lord of the Tower of Glass."
Surprised I glance away from
golden hair and green eyes
garbed in scales of matching hues,
to perceive what was once desolation.

Now a brilliant tower reflects a rainbow
upon an island of teeming and vital life
that has risen from the sea
that was once not water.

I turn back to the Serpent
with questions in my eyes
for my sometime enemy,
and face a sudden realization
of our sanguine connection.

Smiling her forked tongue flicked
when she looked back
before stepping forward once more
into the void.

The Rush
The rush runs
Through my veins
Tingles my skin
Raises my hair
The rush empowers
The flesh and spirit
The rush is pure truth
Music and poetry
Blending with the might
To move mountains
The rush
Is the ecstacy that connects us all
To the moment between
The heartbeats that lay at the center
Where the tree grounds the worlds
The rush reveals
The secrets underlying everything
The primal flows from the first ones
The rush
Communion with the One

To my MoonHeart
Passion pounds through my veins,
With beauty piercing my eyes.
Behold! The cynic’s filters,
Cannot stand tall before her.

Wonder slips into my Ivory Tower,
Tremors exciting me with fear.
Behold! The future becomes alive!
As I stand tall before her.

Pale dreams shatter like old mirrors,
Awakening me with exquisite pain.
For this ancient heart becomes young,
When she stands tall before me.

My fair rose blooms when she smiles,
Brightening my life and my soul.
There is no need to hide,
For we stand tall before the world.

From my Darkheart
Grief pounds through my veins,
As hatred pours from my eyes.
Behold! The cynic returns,
My walls slam shut on my heart.

Sorrow boldly enters my Ivory Tower,
As tremors threaten to tear me apart.
Behold! The future is dead!
My shields slam shut on my soul.

A vivid dream crumbles into sand,
Deadening me with loss of hope.
For this ancient soul withers,
While my defenses grow strong and tall.

The rose has bloomed and died,
Blightening my life and my soul.
For an eternity I shall now hide,
Deep within my Keep of solitude.

Mystery Riddle
Mystery Riddle

Birth in the foam of the sea,
Beauty in thought and memory,
Journey, the grand destiny.

Burned, consumed in flames.
Rebirth from the ashes,
Awakening in the smoke.

Escaping from the mundane,
Serious Upuaut opens the way,
Ever faithful to the divine king.

Gaze upon the map,
Light upon the darkness;
The keys hang from the belt.

The apex is muddled,
The stories are scattered,
But the characters remain,

For the wheel turns
As Hamlet’s mill grinds.
In the end, Atlas shrugs.

Cast aside
Cast aside the masks that hide, the sight of within
Cast aside the lies that twist, the truth of within
Find what’s within, feel the moment grow
Into a new view, as you see what is
Step aside from this and that, they separate you
Step aside from faith and fact, they rule you
Find your center, feel the moment grow
Into a new you, when you see what is
Perceive the world with clear eyes
Slip past the tricks that bind
Perceive the self with clear eyes
Slip past the memories that blind
Step inside to the place between your unspoken lies
Step inside to the now between your whispered crimes
Listen to truth from the heart
Listen to eternity connect the world
To the place within
Calm the soul and become the whirlwind
Awake the mind and become human
Understanding is the key that unlocks the prison of extremes
Be free from exile and taste the dream
Become the within, Live from within

My left hand
This
is a poem for my creative writing class: the requirements are that it
must be about your hand and use these twelve words…mellow, table,
smooth, strikes, pale, gleaming, creates, stars, mars, song, gives, and
makes.

What do you guys think?
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My Left Hand

My left hand lies mellow,

unused, unchannelled, and empty,

resting on the gray plastic of the table.

The smooth skin on top of this hand,

places no contrast

to the smooth veneer

of fake marble,

underneath.

My palm strikes the pale and plain,

empty sheet of paper.

Helping not at all

to bring the gleaming words of a poetry,

which creates the illusion of stars,

who shine bright and free.

Far above the plane,

they fly untouched by the petty and small.

Where the morass of Mars

lies, and lies.

What magic is dormant and latent

within that which never writes?

What secrets and sights,

are in this hand’s sinister nature?

What song is hidden and unborn

While putrefying upon this vine?

What gives or makes the right, Right?

Dionysus delights in the patient,

and freedom from wrong.

In the beauty of a creature

rather then the game of who is the most strong.

The Gift
Ah, the Awen comes arushin’,
Casting me adrift,
Upon the ship of poetry.
Seizing my mind,
With the instant,
All encompassing might of the Divine Inspiration.

I’m awash in a sea of music
Carrying my soul away
As notes riding the wave echo
Emotion’s tide
Ebbs and flows
Overwhelmingly
Drowning me in creation’s ecstacy.

Yin and Yang
Dwelling deep in the untouched darkness
Content and comforted by my lot
Lay I, All things before me
Ordered by my will

Than one night, turned to day
When an angel floated down to Stygia
My heart quickened
When she bent her knee
Light welled from her until it touched me

Storms raged within and without
As chaos reigned over the eye
Passion rose and hope was discovered
As my mind opened to what could be

But as with all things mortal
It was not to last, for opposites attract
Than they repulse

Now my darkness begs for shadow
No longer content and far from comforted
I lay with the void, Nothing before me
Ordered by my will

Judging the Reflection  04/22/04 05:42 PM
This
is an old unfinished poem at least 5 years old that I thought actually
fit with some of the topics we’ve been discussing lately. Its raw and
unpolished and cliched and more like prose than a poem but I still like
it;)

All of us wear masks
Illusions that obfuscate
Our true seeming
Sometimes this scar tissue
Built up by years of torture
Can blind us from ourselves
With the rationalizations, lies, and half-truths
That allow survival in this world of travesty

The self can be the harshest of judges
When honesty rules
Know yourself for what you are
And what you could be
Otherwise cognitive dissonance
Will rip you apart as it does me

Try walking a day in my shoes
Worn by two decades of infernal pressure
In the friendless, animal wilderness
I’ve grown weary of soft outsiders placing judgements upon my calloused and experienced soul
While they play at being holier than thou
F*ck you!
Look into the mirror and see some truth

The Hero’s Way

Atop the mountain where crystal rivers branch
Begins the journey of the heart
Seeds are born from the fertile earth
Breathing inspiration within the gleam

Discovery of the rhythym of the Drum
Continues the path of the mind
Mysteries ring from below to the upper air
Drinking deeply from the starry cow’s cream

Within the spiralled wisdom of Cormac’s cup
Ends the ladder of the soul
Seven sages penetrate the riddle of fire
Singing the measure of time’s own stream

I, son of the tree and brilliant glory
Upon this road edged in shadow
Listen silently to the otherworldly ocean
Entering into the hazelnut’s dream

Bardo 
Wrapped in sheets and sweat
Slumbering fitfully, twisting, turning
Dreaming up a burial shroud
Clinging to a store of lore

I find that words are a dire prison
Understanding is missing
Words are my dire prison
Living is missing

What is the wisdom of the streets?
Who is the new love on the vine?
Where is the bounty we are promised?

Now, cacophony spills its ugliness
From the beasts raging in the heart of man
Devouring, ravaging, misunderstanding

Buy the lie and die
Sell the truth and suffer

Sacrifices stay above the waves
Trapped between the masses and mystery
Listen to the splashes
Change is bridging the gap and flows
Wrapped in sheets and sweat

The Tree 
Riddles abound
Teaching of the union of all
Can you answer the riddle you are?

Be wary, for names
Are not always like stone
Some are as consuming as flames
Others more mutable than stormy winds
While a few wax and wane with the tide

Spread your roots
Deep into the earth
Rise up and touch the sky
Branch through time
To touch the fragile elegance
Of a fractal nature
Embrace the symmetry
That moves through the innermost
Everywhere and everywhen

All of the worlds
Are a dreaming
Simple and beautiful

Wonder 
The lines of fate
Intertwined through all
Connecting us to mystery

Plain as day
A hidden order
To those who listen

Hear the melody
The silence
Echoing within

Perception
Penetrate the barriers
of the mind and soul
Awaken to the truths
that society seeks to blind

The door within
Gateway to a new vision
With intent, see through,
Feel, another’s essence

Become the beast
Welcome the saint
Extremes wrapped in fragile spirit
Preserve the primitive
Sing into the sea of illusion
Naked

A bardic tale 
I passed the test of riddles and skills
As I walked through the valleys and hills
Upon my path I finally met him
The lord of trees called glasduine

He told me the tales of ancient times
Of gods and kings their glories and crimes
He taught me the words to the mages games
That illuminate all things true names

Finally he left and bid me farewell
With new lore and a story to tell
Now I know the secrets of the art
That open the way to play my part

chorus:
High of the low, and high of the high
Nothing truly dies
High of the high, and high of the low
Our destiny is to grow

Let me tell you a story or three
Of sorcery, war, or maid to free
Let me charm you so your soul can fly
Upon wondrous dreams that fool the eye

Now drink honeymead and savor life
While you kiss and love your lass or wife
Listen to the heart, that is the trick
For that is truly great magic

The Last
This one was written for my story "The Last" as an intro.

Desperate, my soul roams dangerous territory
Disparate, I seek truth, wonder, and mysteries
A teacher, a creator of new songs
My mind illuminates hidden secrets
Cleansing the land and the people
A warrior, a shield of the tribe

Now injuries scar my light
Alone, for my pack is no more
No chorus left to brighten my days
Leaving me without the strength
For the tribulations before me

A decade of searching bringing forth
Only avarice, incompetence, and willful evil
None are willing to sacrifice

Everything is breaking down
The nightmares crowd around
Spinning, surrounding me
As if I?m in a twisted Kaleidoscope

They cry out their demands
Wanting more! More!
Screaming their curses upon me
As their dead, gray hands reach out
And darkness creeps in 

The Kingdom of the Blind 
This is a song that seems appropriate for election day…

I’m not to blind to see…
The secret wars
The white lies
That money talks
And freedom dies
Just don’t talk about it

Black souls wearing silk ties
Sell your soul for the merchandise
Debts accrue, you work all your life
For the vast sums to purchase paradise
In the kingdom of the blind

I see the secret wars
White lies
Money talks
Freedom dies
Just don’t talk about it

Confusion at the pharmacy
Prescribe the cure for insanity
Sex, scandals and illegal drugs
Media frenzy in a sick society
In the kingdom of the blind
Take a pill and it will be all right!

I see the secret wars
The corporate lies
That power rules
And the hero dies
In the kingdom of the blind

It’s all just props and scenery
Suicide dreams and mediocrity
I’m lost and I’m lonely
For the one-eyed man is ostracized
In the kingdom
In the kingdom of the blind
Just don’t talk about it…

Self  04/05/05 01:12 AM
Riddles abound,
teaching of the union of all.
Can you answer the riddle you are?

Be wary,
names are symbols that can betray,
and blind you to the force of change.

Names are not always as steadfast as stone,
some may consume you like the flame,
that renders the once mighty tree into ash.

Many are more mutable than a stormy wind,
blowing the seeds of new beginnings,
that give birth to new sons and daughters.

While, a few wax and wane with the tide,
following the pattern of a life eternal,
with the path shown in moonlight.

Spread your roots deep into the earth,
rise up and touch the sky,
feel the center.

Branch yourself throughout time,
too touch the fragile elegance
of a fractal nature.

Embrace the symmetry in the mystery,
that moves through the innermost,
everywhere and everywhen.

All of our worlds,
Are a grand dreaming.
Simple and beautiful.

Poetry

Silence

Upon Ireland’s castles
Ravens alight
Dark and unnumbered
Like little deaths
As they dreamt
On the battlefield
Above the vacant stares
Of glimpsed divinity
And the fading of memory

The Rush v2.1

The rush runs
through my veins
tingles my skin
raises my hair
empowers
flesh and mind
blending the might
that moves the world
with an ecstasy that connects
heartbeats in the dark womb
revealing
secrets and communions
primal patterns
in orgasms and words

Cauldron of Poesie

Honey tongued lips
Cause to spring forth
Images torn from fantasy
Sweet caresses
Skalding burns
Illumination
Manipulation
Conduit to truth
Catalyst of reality
Symbols poured pure

Horn of Plenty

Out in the deep
elder forests and verdant seas lie,
not yet touched by the lens of man
or that of a more alien sense.
There the knotwork loosens its grip
freeing beauty and spirit.
Upon waves of green and trails of silver,
new vistas and worlds wait for birth
while the ancient await meaning.

Kingdom of the Blind

I’m not to blind to see…
the secret wars
the white lies
that money talks
and freedom dies
just don’t talk about it
Dead souls wearing black silk ties
sell your soul for the merchandise
debts accrue so you work all your life
for the vast sums to purchase paradise
In the kingdom of the blind
I see the world wars
the great lies
that greed talks
and wisdom dies
just don’t talk about it
There is confusion at the pharmacy
about how to prescribe the cure for insanity
the new gods are sex, scandals, and drugs
appeased by the media frenzy in our sick society
In the kingdom of the blind
Take a pill and just don’t think about it
I see the secret wars
the corporate lies
that power rules
and the hero dies
In the kingdom of the blind
It’s all just props and scenery
suicide dreams and mediocrity
the one-eyed man is ostracized,
burned alive or crucified
for telling the slaves
chained to their comfortable caves
of sunlight and trees
or the sweet breeze
of royal reason.
In the kingdom
In the kingdom of the blind
Just don’t talk about it…

13th Street Espresso

On the patio outside
Sitting on wrought iron,
I share meaningful words.
Back and forth,
about the meaninglessness,
of it all.
Spilt Diet Coke pools on the sidewalk
while laughing girls run by.
These ingredients merge with the aroma,
enriched by a hundred blends,
of coffee and people.
On the table inside
Lounging on plastic vinyl,
I write meaningless words.
Left to right,
about the meaning,
of it all.

Manjusri

I have built this nest
of my ideas, thoughts,
mistakes, faults,
and even successes.
They have become brittle
and dry.
I step into the pyre
like Man herself
but where He melts
memories into ruin
experience tempering not…
I rise with the smoky wind
and cover this land of fantasy.
Forging new conjunctions,
slicing old corruptions,
feeding on novelty,
and now beyond Form or Idea.
I walk from my sunrise paradise
and carry the Garden
into the empty desert.

In Moonlight

In moonlight,
saltwater drips from the gnarled domes
of laden vessels,
heralding the hope of a new beginning.
In moonlight,
their mothers and grandmothers
assaulted the shore,
in a procession made sacred by time.
In moonlight,
wearily digging wombs
they let fall the eggs of new sons and daughters,
white creations within wet earth.
The pearls of bone open,
letting loose
the slow green children from well appointed prisons;
emerging from the sand,
they leave footprints and memories,
to be washed
into the constant mother sea.

Being

The River is,
each moment changing, transforming,
as I change and transform.
Does the river possess its water?
Do I possess myself?
I look back on the path the river,
has carved into the earth.
I see the journey I have taken.
This is not me,
just my memory,
of history.
My eyes are open,
to the future
as the river rushes on,
bubbling, twisting, turning,
I live in the experience
of beloved now.
Who knows what transmutations,
and evolutions,
are in store?

Temptation

The purely singing girl without a care,
gradually, casually, completely unaware,
slipped ever deeper into the regio.
Piercing the barriers of a twisted mirror,
passing through and entering my realm.
Oh, fair maiden step not any further,
for the heart of my kingdom
awaits in the inner ring
of stones and mushrooms,
past this grove of Ash and Rowan.
Many are the dangers in my woods.
Beware! For the satyr’s lust roams
with the life craving Kia Sidhe,
and most of all, awake not the Forest Lords,
slumbering within their ancient trees.
Soon, beautiful lady night will arrive
within this vast and mutable dreaming,
influencing my nature, my childe,
shifting all light into shadow,
filling me with a growing desire.
While the gloaming deepens,
with a titanic effort of will
my human half screams,
Leave now! Or forever you will stay,
In these lands of perfect summer.
Quickly lass, you must choose,
or your mortal life you’ll lose,
for my hunger can be held
long enough for you to go
and pass beyond my golden bough.

Along My Way

Workshop 12

(Modified villanelle)

Words and misery drive me on
While I walk alone as my soul wears thin
I listen to a world that I don’t live in
My time moves on and my heart grows dead
While words and misery drive me on
I drag my ragged and branded self home again
My life crawls by except in my dreams in bed
While I walk alone as my soul wears thin
I gamble with the hope that someday I’ll win
My love runs past me to smile another goodbye
While words and misery drive me on
I redigest my scars as I ask myself why
My loneliness kills slower than a bullet to the head
While I walk alone as my soul wears thin
My words and misery drive me
Along my way

Soulflower

Divine breath, my epiphany
As words flow and worlds grow
I’m peering into nothingness,
Formless in the void,
Spewing forth creation
From deep within;
A higher self of the self.
My melody wells from the birth of emotion,
From the seat of the soul,
Inspiring wonder as the observer of beauty,
Awakens the seed of a flowering destiny.
Now I’m set to go on the wyld,
Perched on the cliffs of forever
With poetry as my might
I head off into twilight
Reborn in the dawn,
My eyes reflect
The eternally transitory.

Immortality

(In the manner of Tadeusz Rosewitz)

A hundred thousand or more leave
everyday with barely a whimper
this world of wonder.
I choose not to fall into darkness
where the nameless torture for delight;
I will not run for the glory at the end
of that tunnel blazed in light.
I do not need or want proofreading
of my life’s enjambed lines
by some sympathetic sin editor.
I don’t plan on being a dead genius
spouting withered wisdom to future ages.
I will strive
for no ending
and no blade
flaming or not
and no king
devil or not
shall stay my hand
from reaching up to pluck
a second bite.

World of Stone

I don’t know where I’m goin’,
I don’t know where I’ve been.
I don’t know in this world of stone
If I’m goin’ to still be all alone…
Within this field made of bones,
Where I’m crowned and enthroned.
I don’t know where you’re goin’,
I don’t know where you’ve been.
I don’t know in this world I’ve shown
If you were to be made mine I’d atone…
Dig up my soul from a cairn of stones,
Where I am lain frozen and entombed.

Version 2 of “Charcoal”

Blank sheets
stare accusingly
begging for change
there’s no purpose
no passion
No one’s home
Wake up!
Stand up!
as I drown
Where is that new wind?
my muse stillborn
silent, vacant
I’m….
buried, burnt
black and gray
Wake up!
Stand up!
as I drown
Where is that old brilliance?
my dawn eclipsed
silenced, fallen
I’m….Charcoal…
buried, burnt
black and gray
As I lie down
there are no stars
my dreams flee
strings sing out of tune
pennies all spent
sunlight dressed in red
twilight in dusk
I’m…Hollow…
hollow, hollow
Why?…..

Perception v2.0

Penetrate all barriers
bypass the limitations
those filters and blinders
imposed by biology, culture
and circumstance
Become the beast
welcome the saint
extremes wrapped in fragile meat
Preserve the primitive
and exalt reason
sing into the sea of illusion
Naked

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I, son of the tree and brilliant glory
stride my hidden ways edged in shadow
listen to glimpses from other oceans
delve deeper into the hazelnut’s dream