Thursday, July 30, 2009

Soul Fly

Purposely lost in the deep dark woods of the infinite,
No guide 'cept the voices we hear all about us,
their spark when they leave,
graduating to the next level of consciousness.
Like fireflies pulsating about,
rising up... searching.

We try to grasp at their tiny bodies,
following their light.

Just when we think we have them,
they blink out.


Our time here...is eternal.

Thursday, April 30, 2009

Message From a Kelpie

One day by the river,
before sunset,
o'er came a shiver,
Oh, you could bet.

Kneeling before me,
Oh, please don't say,
for it was a kelpie
that came my way.

He told me why,
even with a pause,
Day's end I would die,
everlasting life the cause.

As I told him no,
demons appeared.
Insisting I go,
Suddenly it cleared...

ONE thought in my head,
never speaking again,
alas, I was dead.

( (c) 1989)

Friday, August 29, 2008

Eros

Be still my heart and quivering flesh
His breath is hauntingly near thee
Feeling the mouth of spirited lust
His touch and warmth within me

...

Tuesday, January 8, 2008

Resolve

I am thankful for the shadows
that hide my tears
when I'm alone with my heart
and my feelings in here

Dealing with answers
none which I desire
from the distant shadowdance
...You, I shall admire.

(c) 1997

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

The Beginning

There they lay,
a lifeless formless void.
We are their life.
We chose to become them.
The discarded godless flesh.
We enter them under contract.
Many of us soon forgot.
I DID NOT.
I know my purpose.
I know where I stand on this Great Ball Of Dying Earth.
It is a difficult journey riding in this vehicle of flesh.
Forever searching for others
who remember from whence we came,
the other souls,
the inner voice.
I look into their eyes,
all of them around me.
That is the only way to tell.
They look lost.
The ones who try to remember.
They are so close to the truth yet,
they cannot grasp what is going on.
This was the only way out.
Out of that dreadful crushing place
...Nerones.
"Hell" to the ones who forgot.
One had seen a way out.
The others followed.
Not knowing what lay beyond.
This.
Life.
"Human" for those who crossed over...


This is a work in progress.