Personal Revelations #9 (from a collection of poems) They are confined in canyons of chaos writing crayon graffiti in the dark corners of restless minds hither too, and hither from, come hither to a have not, a has been, a has to have, a half a man, always incomplete the stars whistle you know???? I hear them in the breath of dawn before the sun reclaims its space before the horizon reminds me it exists before the black turns to gold they arent whistling Dixie its the sound of a sweet death we are all burning up our time in time, we all just fade away Venus is a proud planet things that are small and shine bright have to work twice as hard to get respect Truman Copote opted for Cold Blood a small man he realized the darkest side of us is captivating it was the bully in his third grade class some twin to a man behind the bars he was still trying to figure out his own past in the pages of his greatest book There are star spinners, word spitters, log splitters, day trippers, chair sitters, sweater knitters, school skippers, hedge trimmers, pool skimmers, I have been all of these and sometimes quite unkind I have walked with strangers and felt at home I am home, the earth is my kitchen when the fruit is bad I give it back to the soil when the day is bad I offer it to night when the night is sad I dream of light in the morning my camera lens is sharp and thoughts of you are clear enough for me to see you tripping on your own fear in the backwaters of regret where nothing can be changed where there is no chance for today as long as you go fishing in the empty lake of a past that wore you down to nothing more than someone you swore youd never be you came to me a portion of what you would become I dressed you in a new dream you killed it with your lies go to him now and weep for I am fast beyond your day I have new mountains to climb Almost Heaven West Virginia its there, everywhere, heaven is the place where new dreams come to life And the Colorado Rocky Mountain High ......he saw it rain and fire in the sky!!! AND: I believed him, because I saw the light of God in your eyes as the crystal clear reality of truth, and love, came raining down I saw the fire of death in the catacombs of silence bold and blue with fear in my Mothers eyes the only thing either of them taught me is not to waste one moment for it might be the next one that leads me past the pain to the pinnacle of peace where my passion will not pause or surrender to the foolishness of things that had once knocked me down and kept me in the darkness beside a broken dream I will not become a cynic I will dress my day in colors until I hold the sun in palm of hand and smile at my own reflection in the knowing of my journey in the winking of an eye in the passing of a thought in the sweet dance of revelation I am once again fast free ajs
Posted on: Wed, 10 Dec 2014 04:10:57 +0000
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