Saturday, May 28, 2016

Synthesis


Two saplings sprang up
simultaneously
on the top of the Eagles Eye ridge line

Each grew taller from the others gentle support
alee with privacy shade,
goading each other on
lush in envy green

It did not take long before you could see
distinct personalities budding
from these two trees
with respect for the space they shared
not thier roots, but in between
branches as arms with finger
leaves and sparsely
touching

By now, from far away some say
even today-you can see how they've grown
apart
reaching for different light.


Image by Asher Brown Durand, Nature Study Trees Newburgh, New York, 1849 [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Friday, May 27, 2016

Symbolic-key


Important
This is key
not a
not an
but the
the other side
you are locked in from
I knocked-no answer.

Need
the key
a skeleton-not in the closet
to get in the closet, to get the
bag of bones,
a master
key
would work
to open
doors of Possibility or
let Schrodinger's cat out of the
locked box.

The lion awaits
the witch listens
the wardrobe wants
the naked
truth
and rings the bell.

Only truth
will tell
the password
is key.


Image By Jorge Barrios (Own work) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Electric Zen


Felt the body electric
and wasn't even charged up-
Of course I am not a Whit
of a Man
but I get static
and get static-back-
it still shocks me.
The hair stands at attention
tiny pump drum jumps up
you know the nose picks up
forged steel
and I taste my blood.
Bio-electro-dynamics-
is that instability or raw
electricity, spliced all nice
and tautly twisted
for grounding extensions
such as these appendages.
and THIS serves us,
and reminded us,

we cannot unplug.


Image of painting by Benjamin West [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Finding a fulcrum of neutrons


Moderation
as in
All Things
is the wrong way to say (it).

-Balance-
is better.

Resistance & Effervescence
finding some concordant way...

This eliminates Fate
in the individual
(in)divisible
fields of knowledge like poppies
heads-
against an aqua sky.

The pendulum works this way
and that
we know we are going
away
even pinned in place.

In semi-sleep-statis
there is a cosmic atomic trace
of needlessness (n.)
Yes.
This is the best way
for All Things
moderately
imbalanced.




Photo By Daderot, Foucault pendulum (Own work) [CC0], via Wikimedia Commons.

radio waves


Songs are planets
spherical orbs molded
by collective atomic
minds and sub-pieces
bonded serendipitously
as sound.
Each element
each instrument
tuned to its own
bio-chemical
reaction and re-action
of push and pull
bound by electro-
magnetic hypnotism,
like rhythm
the body moves
and spins.



Image by Dana Berry [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.  

Minced words atop static


Static carried on air
clings to its own non-being
i'm-potential
like white
white of poltergeists
or the white whir
i'm-between
towers

Interference splits
with pixel holders
i'm place
Spliced volumes
inaudible water
falls

These were always empty buckets

As a book is a chalice fore-
thought
Media makes masks
with hollow eyes
re
perceptive
think for me-tell me-show me
Empty
w/out your feedback
reciprocating back feed
in mixed media-the medium
is largely the message
fully charged.




Image By Darjac (Scanned by Darjac) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Thursday, May 26, 2016

Chit for chat


You can keep your cloudless days
              I prefer the truth.
Don't tell me about the clear blues
              when I've been hazy grey.
Why waste our time-
why show me natural beauty-
when I am more of a metaphor...

You can take your warm sunshine
                I was already too hot.
Leave me alone in the cold
                where my heart feels homey.
Why talk to me about exotic places-
why try to fantasize about far away-
when I will always dwell in self-fulfilled...

You can give it up
                holding others happy.
Don't tell me it was yours
                when you've never had it.
Why keep saving everything for later-
why not save yourself-
when there's nothing left-now.

You can say you would
                  I will not say.
Don't think I might change my mind
                  when it's on too tight.
Why not convince
why not debate your own issues
while I'm sitting pretty writing poetry
not seeking what may be-
                                         outside of me.




Image of painting by Laurits Andersen Ring (1908) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Tres (trace)

Water Today, warm raindrops glass blurs, the blurry glassy, sharp sparkles sugar. Behind Evening, it was good. Leaves all turned into shadow...