Friday, November 23, 2007
as I flew above the skyline
of a reddened-yellow field of light;
this was a flight from one shifted moment
to the next like a transition that calls
us forth upon another journey.
We shall be known by our actions
in all times
and thus must mark our own passing
in appropriate ways.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
waves washing over rocks as tentacles,
before resting in salt-rock pools
where the water-crystals cohere,
align, and lie like submerged wreaths.
There are kings and queens in this world:
yet few partake in any remembrance
worthy of your cold, clear embrace.
Thursday, November 08, 2007
A great thing of unbecoming is to neglect the shine
Spirit throws upon our mirrored world.
Tis a dishonour to cower in the shade, a shame
To forget the azure allure of radiant soul
Burning brightly like greatest radiation rays
Bursting forth as from sun’s inner core.
There is more that we can do in this world
Of creative, volatile futures;
When we sit quietly like afternoon napping cats
We should remind our souls to stir
More meaningfully and stronger still.
Like resplendent giants of all worlds.