Wednesday, February 5, 2014

STREAM 2

Cavalcade
6-8-12

Cavalcades and professions flourish
For those with unconventional professions
Of the faith that stands
Where the hedge is removed
Yet we are not told of the why
They're just working on the landscape details
Of the premisis of many hues of green
As we seek out what more it can mean....




She's On My Path
6-8-12

One can lose his religion
Yet maintain spirituality
In knowing that there is a difference
In that it is stated this way
In that we no longer define it as bad or good
To see that she is put on my path
For a purpose and plan
Where I'll be encouraged
Today to sit out and get a tan
To observe her gyrating
And dancing in the rain
As if it were another day
Of recollections of moist breezes sweet and saline
With the brine of such beauty....




Melodic Gyration
6-8-12

I heard a voice from the past
Saying that I have a solution to everything
As I pass this afternoon
In observations of a neighbor's intoxication
That I assume to see
Going on like a beautiful song
With its trilling piano riff
And a base line that mollifies dull moments
With this voice from the past auspicious
Where I have not need to be suspicious
Stretched out in prolix annotations
Of events that inspire new material
To read into my machine...





Nostalgic Relics
6-8-12

Oracular and vatic
Are the relics in an attic
Of prized possessions
Apart from what is considered valuable
Of face value yet quite nostalgic
In its meaning of endless pages
Of things I wrote in the last twelve years
Of study and flow
Given the assurance
That I don't need to know
As oracular and vatic
Will be the stick shift
As well as the automatic
With a tune up at the vicinity
Of today's oasis...




To Make A Happy Time
6-8-12

A brother of mine told me to tap the sap
From the spruce
As I discover rare duets of Michael and Bruce
I find what is beautiful in the real me that is inexhaustible
In states of mania with the coffee and smoke
It sounded like someone was high in trills of billowing laughter
To make a happier time
When it is what I choose to be...





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