Friday, January 31, 2014

A gypsy's lament

Back from the shores of love’s loneliness
that gypsy walked forward one step at a time
but laboured and slow like a stupefied toad
she got nowhere fast in that winter just past.

It is summer now and the sun heats the road
but that burning desire now missing and gone
brings nothing up from the deep down within
and she neither smiles nor sheds any tears.

On and on; the road seems so long
to one who can’t see around the next bend
but so busy trying she stumbles and falls
and lands flat on her face in disgrace.

It is a disgrace for she does surely know
whatever is waiting won’t meet her half way
or offer a sign, a symbol, or hint
at what lies beyond her fall from grace.

Finally then as she always does
she gains control of that wanting to know
and shrugs her shoulders, flicks her head,
and moves again to the next bend in the road.

Corners and bends, corners and bends!
What happened to all those clear roads ahead
that glistened and gleamed with the knowing of more
and brought forth joy into the world?

Thursday, January 9, 2014


Sun shines from the sky of human desire
like a laser to burn the deep down within
and it shatters reserves of protective measures
to make of denial a pile of ash.

So denial made mobile melds and joins
with the wind of circumstance
and creates a thick and dense overlay
over the rest of a life.

This process is known as converting the whole
into small and manageable portions
to make of the burden no hardship
for one who owns and carries denial.

But always there are the corners, you know,
where denial collects and grows in stature
and the cleaner must clean and clean again
and again and again and again.

And this conversion and clean-up process
no chore to be always despised
because it allows a step into the truth
of deep down human desire.

Break up and spread denial to be
in the freedom of one’s own truth
because compacted denial a forever lie
that burdens and weighs down the soul.