The Way I Was Taught

Ought to get back –

The way I was taught –

On the horse that’s

Not a horse;

Get something to

Put by in the bank

That’s not a bank.

To remind myself

That the road that’s paved

With gold is walked by

Saints and sinners

As well as those

That have never noticed.

The Smiles

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The smiles were

Always pretty

And she said

“You are the son of a witch,

Brother to a vampire:

It’s no wonder you are crazy!”

 

The candles were

Soon gone

And she said

“I must have smoke,

I must use gold:

It’s no wonder you are crazy!”

 

Remaining days were

Travel-filled;

We danced

In a blaze of glory,

Kept the faith.

There’s a marvellous magic

to being crazy!

 

11/9/03

Two Hundred Plus … Don’t Let me Be Cold

How many words can there be to say?
How many kind thoughts come back this way?
Who would have thought we could stay the course
Like a mile after day rock-rock-rockin’ horse.
Like favourite band on full flow free power flight
What levels of muse delight!
Two hundred posts
Reflections of friends ‘n’ ghosts.
Where do we go?
Who’s to say, guess or know?
It’s time to open the mind,
Love to the blind
Open the heart,
Art for art
Glad to be here,
Excitement, passion and fear
Just don’t let me be cold
Even if the pavements be not gold

The Breath

Shimmering features –
A fire in a fire –
Slip and tease,
Glimmering gold on gold,
Like the immortal sun
Inside its mortal self.
Icons intertwined of
Past and future –
Together and in opposition.
Gilt-armoured serpent
Seizes and consumes its
Own warrior tale.
This is treasure,
This is shield,
This the breath,
Turning days to precious,
That goes on forever.

7/1/2012

That Make Us Prisoner

Naming the things

That keep us prisoner

Is not enough to

Make us free.

I can scrub up,

Bend my knee,

Pretend the timber

Is worth the tree,

That gold is

 More valuable

Than the sea.

 

How much does a feather weigh?

Giving up?

Ask the cat,

That threw it away.

10/10/2012