Words VI

I walked amongst these hills times before

And most needs what they have long ago forsaken

Threshed from our collective hearts

And watered down from generations of lives

The trees scattered my thoughts

And the hopes of my inner self

Have grown white with the times

As if I were cracked and withered

When I look to them my sight is blurred

By the tears of softness

That caress my sun-touched skin

Drops of salt tinged water full of

Sweetness and naught of bitterness

I would but wish to hold onto

My shaded awakenings

And embraces the woman

That has stood in the shadows

Of the once and future ways

As I hold my breath, and the thinking

my brain is wasped with pain and pleasure

and I look backwards with all my lust

focused on the unseen

touches that have covered our fathers

when the world was young

today was my hope of yesterday

when I opened my thoughts that

hid inside of my smiles

foreseen as if we knew really why

and where

and when..

Oh people of my lands

Come, gather around and hear

My hopes drawn out across the landscape

Of my vision

Lie next to me a little while

And let us speak of all that could have never been

Or is all that will ever be ?

Let us parlay

For this is our day

With our hearts and fingers play

Maybe you wonder what it is really that I say

I admit that at times I am lost in the winding valley

But to better find what is inside my words

Inside my soul, that it too can wing

Across the clouds

Free

Can you now see what I try and portray

With all the half spoken words

That have been culled

As if over-pregnant with meaning ?

So lay back, child, friend, women

And close your eyes

Not just the ones that see but

Also the ones spiritual

And open your minds

Like the night bird spreading his wings

And hear for once

What the words are

That I would have you hear

What are the spoken births of my soul

Listen behind the words

And make in the ether

An image that is your own

Not mine or his or hers

No..

Create, sculpt the words

As if some living thing

And when you have done this

Pour in your love, hate and passion

The essence of you

And in that moment know

What the god of our lives

Was, and is

See that it is alive

No more my words

But your own..

So.. now close your eyes… pray

and see

Words Part V

Softly, oh yes, ever so softly,

when the words have failed me

I gather my eyes and pretend to see

What was only just a fleeting thought

What I have held to, as if caught

Can you smile ? as the words flow

Can we just maybe hold on

And break under each new blow

Or cry ? as our words seem to grow..

As if a life of their own

Love, fear unto us bestow

The words have taken hold of themselves

As the earthen snake

I feel as if they are tied around my selves

Unable to articulate further

They have abandoned my mind-shelves

They must be there, some where

The right words to explain

To the conductor of this dark train

That maybe I am lost

And have to find you, at any cost.

I would like that the words

be.. tied onto me with cords

ah yes.. imagine to say what

is unbeknownst to even I.

inside my soul, free to fly

I may be just crazy, like the misunderstood

Of ever cycle

Of every new light

But I don’t think so

But really, what do I know

So I close my eyes, happy or bitter

To pray for the words

To wait for the words

….

Unbound III

I wish to tell you the story of the unbound

Cast around for

The comfort to

Listen

As I tell you their world

And let me draw for you their picture

The unbound

Are like you and I

And maybe we were there too

For a few moments

A time

Or yet again many times

They are unheld

By the virtue

Of the world’s mores

Abandoned from hopes and fears

The unbound sing a song

That draws the words

From the darkness before dawn

between wakefulness and sleep

we know those words

for they have been within our grasp

just beyond our hearing

many a morn

try as we may, we forget to remember

for they are the words of the unbound

friends, I whisper these words to you

for they are not for all ears

or palates

yes.. some will cringe

or fall away

when they comprehend

but the song is

no dirge

for the unbound are not sad

they are in that place where joy and fear

are free from our spoken lies

the sum of their song is filled with

the pregnant silence of

truth

the morning come we retreat

to a safer

more tread upon path

our dreams

and the sweat of the night

slowly recede

alas…

but the unbound

reside

with those dreams

a reality close to their skin

eyes have open

life has become

the dream

and the half reality

but they are not

wasteful dreamers

please never think that

for they are maybe less

dreamers then are the

striving masses

their dreamscape

is the wide circles of the winging hawks

over the rolling plains

their trees are forests

of our youth

that rise higher than the hemlocks

steady under the hand

their water is sweet

as the mountain

springs of the beautiful isle

their flowers

are the hands of the ascetic

rising from the jungle

waters, soft and cloying

with his scent

we have walked, winged, touched and smelled

these

but their memories are shadowed and dull

the unbound

have for an instant, a day

or longer

laid in this clearing

for they care naught

what will be

or was

or they do.. but not now

not today

their vision

focuses

on their love

and pleasure

and hope

ecstasy of the senses

yes they have abandoned

themselves

to the powers that

flow just underneath

our hooded eyes

or behind

our smiles

and cries

the time

that they

are unbound

is what the

poets and painters

of yore have tried to

capture

I only whisper these

Untold

Tales

For I have stumbled upon

The words

That describe

Them ;

The unbound

And I have seen

They lay themselves before me

For an instant or more

Yes I have seen the unbound

And they have left an after image

That is there

Beyond my vision…

And I pray

And walk the land

Seeking

To be too

Unbound