Poetry added on 11/5/02
Inside Out
Fabricate,
replicate cast iron illusion,
a balance so delicate upon the mind
blindness is not perceived.
Look in the mirror
see beyond images who wear
some semblance of your foremothers.
Their chains are not yours.
Egypt's river, I cannot swim
not some simple thing
I can sense my way through
or is that your messge?
Wipe the crust of sleep from my eyes,
let true dreams scintillate and pour
down from the infinite
into the goblet of my mind.
Sesame Seasons
Yellow brick,
cobbled or gravel,
muddied up to my knees
trudge soldier step in life's road.
Fantasy, atrocity,
sweet and delicate moments,
cymbal crash and strings play
while you learn to intuit.
Wander near, journey far,
even to your own hot core,
dazzled by multi-colored haze
the tapestry of you.
Perceptions of hot sweat and seed
comingled with light and dark
live, love, lose and find yourself
there is no express route.
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The Calling
I am not the one;
no pedestal for me.
I fear lofty heights
and fawning even more.
I am not the one!
I frantically juggle daily burdens,
expectations and time, until
nothing is left for me.
How can you conceive of someone
who privately weeps legions of tears
walking on water? Laughable,
for I cannot swim.
Wedge me into a humility
I do not have.
My ego kicks
and my lips snear in contempt.
By whatever sparkling light
you appraise my metal
I will collapse under the impost
you assign me.
Still, you hold your hand out
offering a simple answer,
and the conclusion to the quest -
if I will just stand There in the light.
Hindsight
Head hung, defeated, stooped
to collect accumulated baggage,
faded from the stage before your unseen eyes
like sun kissed frost.
Remembered words heavy with self-made meaning
compells me to crawl the cluttered path
to buy tears,
raw material of wishful thinking.
Now years later, the tattered baggage
has outlived its usefulness. I look inside
to find the captive moment when you
could have shown me the way.
