Nineteen Eleven

I stared at the red soil –

feeling accomplished and proud.

Ironic to see death in soon growth,

a sense of gratitude emitted

from my natural surroundings.

One-hundred years of faithful

service perfectly exemplified

in an ominous single-action.

The doves fluttered at the crack

and rumble of a wise thoroughbred.

With a rooted grip, I leveled the sites

like a planted field of symmetry.

The powerful figure trembled

like a kicked hound at the smooth

racking of a maintained slide.

My poise remained as balanced as

a peregrine with the weighted

click of seven horsemen.

John Browning’s most distinct breed

solidly clutched in my hand.

Canola, soy, corn. Wheat is next

to be destroyed by greed.

I will enforce the laws of nature

with pure fertilization, planting a permanent 

seed in our land of excess.

Rising Dissipation

While  surrounded  by  dark,  vivacious  warmth  glistens  my  skin.

Torrid souls blindly rise, an  endless  escape  of  consuming  heat.

Haphazard  crackling  inspirits  the  muted  stars  watchful  gaze.

I  prod  the  bloom of destructive  freedom  with fieried  patience.

Instantaneous bursts of firefly animation dance in glossy eyes

igniting the brush of stressful dampening like dried kindling.

The  charred  perception  within  me  is  released  with

every  swarming  death of fallen life  –  Behind  –

the cold damp air lingers amongst the nearly

spring chorus greeting the night.

I stoke and study the thriving

design, while the stalker

waits for the vitality

to  dwindle.

"We must uncenter our minds from ourselves. We must unhumanize our views a little and become confident as the rock and ocean that we are made from." - Robinson Jeffers

Joining the Bears

Finally   leaving  that  damp   and  dark

     cave as often left before.

The  yearly  trip  to  despondency   with

              return, pure and enlivened.

Distending  hoarseness,  my  insides  out

          scratched, weary, no comfort.

Time  for  a  change, dropping  clear  and

          refreshing, growing forth the

living inspiration left   for months  leaning

              against the dark cave door.

The   lingering   aphotic   drab  has shaded

              engrossing vibrant growth.

Seeing flourishing infancy, and abandoned

                 art under dawning hands.

Precipitate and return my downstream flow

                of idealism, for now I see

the beauty in hibernation.

Kindly Embedded

Remember,
as fissures portray past pressure,
the lightness once easily endured.
Gentle carpet beneath callused tread
as the echoing sound reminds of soon
warming embrace from mother's hands.
Kindly replace the kneeling creature
as left undisturbed in its place.
As you, tornado of ivory, never worry
to be late, swiftly return to base.
Adventure to approach in abundance,
revolving in semesters with nature's tutor.

Remember,
as body aches, and society obscures
like the cloud once favored, the way
the tin rings in soothing symphony.
Your best friend for years, pure endear,
rushed through autumn fallen, until
her time too came to be near.
With patience, again the postured life
of spring will renew the green begin.
As you cut, and scrape, and escape the
burdens until age takes root, the
fertile surroundings: forever your muse.

Heres to you.

Climactic Embrace

Like a bad love story you know it when you see it.

That’s the one.   Perfectly casting that inviting path

to it’s beautiful crevices.    Maybe rough, or smooth

in many tones like the beauty of a birch.   This isn’t

read in profitable parchment, or spoken in institution.

It is felt. Aristotelian within which we cannot explain,

maybe a transplant from that spirit we think we know.

It desires to be held with arms outreached, flourishing

it’s insulating warmth.     Creating beautiful rigidness.

Watch it soak.   Pulling   you   into   it’s   soulful  base.

Ignoring second thoughts puts you against it’s tempting

surface, feeling life travel through your fingertips. Listen

closely. Ear resting on it’s outer, so much alive on the 

inside as much as out.    Reach and feel a protrusion. 

Pulling yourself  up  and into that desirable place, far 

away from distraction. Feel your head develop liquid,

as life is recycled amongst it. Travel up, deeper into the

cooling warmth.     That last step perhaps the hardest, 

always sooner than expected as pace is hardly determined. 

Breathe in the freshness of the loving air, holding on tight. 

Enduring relaxation in the towering embrace, a perspective 

achieved in the red-tail’s place. Like love at first sight, 

some which stand before cannot resist a climb.

hard days night

daily sun long forgotten                             as nights dark                               fills a soothing setting comfort slight overdue  as patterns laid out                      before patiently waiting  mother is ready for everything to fall   in a structured place                      alone at the round timber that seems like oldest of oak we never focused on the rings                     clocks ticking until dawns arrival  forget tomorrow        and reap sow in the moment                     measure twice cut once     he always said                                                                    i listened    she already

                                                              knew   the shimmering

                                                              wheel waits to separate

                                                              the conjoined vibrancy

                                                              as  many  inches  away

cascading  love  watch with  frozen glance                      like father to newborn  cut once measure  twice but he shares no gaze          we know                      he wishes past change       return to work under   the  low  light   from  a  house  lost                      illuminating in lynched fashion  focusing on most original symmetry    proportioned                           to receiver      a heart so many blessed by     

                                                             the   warmth   enclosing

                                                             generations           under

                                                             selfless design  wicks lit  

                                                             caught frozen  in time as

                                                             four   english   not   seen

only heard like rains serenity          one day                     enjoyed  under  thoughtful woven shapes between disproportioned walls she measures                   stitch   to  patch with living   accuracy   never complained         even the floors                            crooked                

Enlightening Dark

How easily I can compare thee.

Halos of green, cleansed breath at first sight.

To the comforting shade of a willow tree.

A firm base in which stands, equally free.

Visibly lucid, constructed with sheer might.

How easily I can compare thee.

A structure so pure of flowing strands, no need for one’s plea.

As the dark deepens, stars reveal bright,

To the comforting shade of a willow tree.

As this head rests, the lasts thoughts marquee.

Willows roots thicken, planted throughout night.

How easily I can compare thee.

To such eminent presence, a profusion of esprit.

My first thought after rise, perched red tail, inspiration takes flight.

To the comforting shade of a willow tree.

Eager to give, a positive bloom to foresee.

To continue this growth, would be sure to incite.

How easily I can compare thee,

To the comforting shade of a willow tree.

Be inspired. Happy Valentines Day.