Friday, February 25, 2011

Watcher



I am the Watcher
I watch her
Observing all from afar
At my own insistence
I keep my distance
From outside the planets, moon and stars
With a comma, space an ellipse... a pause
Distance placed so effects don't eclipse their causes

Prepositions mean little
Time and space can be riddled
With words insignificant
As away and across and omnipotent
For all of my wisdom and wherewithal
I, at times, cannot bear it all
So close and yet so far
Planets crushed by blotted out stars
Erased, effaced, waste graced til final
The dents in the wax are what make the vinyl
A tapestry of galaxies, anatomy
Hapless, thee, to change to embroidery
Clock, I, order thee to do as we have always done

Be

And so it was is and always will
Running its course
Ne'er I distort
The wheels, cogs and springs of time
Turning, churning, and flowing in line
All must I watch
Ne'er must I speak
Heeding the oath, I, maker of the watch
Though my watch be sought
I ought never seek.

How can one seek
When none can hide
I watch like a hawk o'er a peek
To the waning of the tides
My half-life must not be qualified
Fractions fail to qualify
An existence outside space-time
Beyond the cosmos I stride
To and fro, come and go
I,infinity personified
Like the gears of the chronometer
Immutably instantiated, is I

Crust bursting forth
Rust first in force
Must thrust one into a dusty metaphor

Perish the thought
Of all not as part
I keep as I ought
Distanced from my art
All things
Living, inert, shall make fusion
A spark
Like all I have spied
with my watchglass eye
from the Universe's start,
Will come to pass
Just as they start
Parts as all
All of parts
The sea's tide ticks and then waves part

Friday, February 4, 2011

Flower

Such an ignominy
Two lips such as these should be so unbesmirched
Ne'er pressed calmingly
Tulips upon which pollen's never perched

Tulips growing...yet
Never knowing life true...yet
Two lips as a set

Imbibed & envived
Rouge red petals softly cry
Water falls from sky

Plunged to the Earth
Roots, two lips cling to a dearth
Of rhyme or worth

To lips they will run
Two lips foretell a cascade
Tulips soon will come

Vitality floods
Originality buds
Two lips' blossoms love

A field of flora
Efflorescent in chlora
Form of tulips
Warm thee to lips

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Untitled

It's something to be treasured
to be beheld and eternally measured
With gratitude and grace
This latitude and space
For what reasons why
for what logic how
For this season of time
And this moment now

Never fleeting
lies this feeling
So freeing
And yet never revealing

Mysterious and cryptic myth
Surrounded in a see of "if"
A plain and simple gift

The love for existence
Ensures not an existence of love
But with steadfast persistence
Infinite life within, without and above

To be
To see
To hear
Be here

Alight a soul shines
The light of a living life
Shall forever be mine

The most sacred gift.
To place consciousness, now, here
Oasis in a great abyss.