Friday, October 30, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Implosion
hand me down my hurricane
hand me down my storm
let me ride upon the wind
where i can nonconform
give to me my flying horse
give to me my heart
i'm right inside my spinning thoughts
where i can come apart
pass to me that rocket ship
that one that flys so high
batten down the hatches now
the time is growing nigh
space and time are different
the ancients always knew
here and now are still the same
except for me and you
2001
hand me down my storm
let me ride upon the wind
where i can nonconform
give to me my flying horse
give to me my heart
i'm right inside my spinning thoughts
where i can come apart
pass to me that rocket ship
that one that flys so high
batten down the hatches now
the time is growing nigh
space and time are different
the ancients always knew
here and now are still the same
except for me and you
2001
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
The Jabberwock
T'was brillig, and the slithy toves,
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe,
All mimsy were the borogroves,
And the momeraths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun,
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought-
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood a while in thought.
And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood.
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head,
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Calooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
T'was brillig and the slithy toves,
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe,
All mimsy were the borogroves,
And the momeraths outgrabe.
Lewis Carroll
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe,
All mimsy were the borogroves,
And the momeraths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun,
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought-
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood a while in thought.
And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood.
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head,
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Calooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
T'was brillig and the slithy toves,
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe,
All mimsy were the borogroves,
And the momeraths outgrabe.
Lewis Carroll
Monday, October 26, 2009
The very fly i am . . .
you are the day
you are the night
you are my turmoil and my plight. . .
you are the sun
you are the moon
you are the time i spend too soon. . .
you ar the earth
your are the sky
you are the wind on which i fly. . .
you are the cool
you are the warm
you are the sweet on which i swarm. . .
1983
you are the night
you are my turmoil and my plight. . .
you are the sun
you are the moon
you are the time i spend too soon. . .
you ar the earth
your are the sky
you are the wind on which i fly. . .
you are the cool
you are the warm
you are the sweet on which i swarm. . .
1983
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Malice in Wonderland
came a gazelina
slipping by
long of ear
dark of eye
long of hair
long ofbeard
very strange
very weird
next a doozelet
swimming by
very tender
very shy
eidersoft
snowy white
heart so small
love so slight
now a hoombah
blocks the path
hairy-chested
aftermath
see his pride
praise his greed
he has all
that he may need
see the diltling
by his hole
silky fur
like a mole
sniffing secrets
with his nose
these are yours
mine are those
1971
slipping by
long of ear
dark of eye
long of hair
long ofbeard
very strange
very weird
next a doozelet
swimming by
very tender
very shy
eidersoft
snowy white
heart so small
love so slight
now a hoombah
blocks the path
hairy-chested
aftermath
see his pride
praise his greed
he has all
that he may need
see the diltling
by his hole
silky fur
like a mole
sniffing secrets
with his nose
these are yours
mine are those
1971
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
every time
everytime i hear
your name
i b'lieve that i could cry
every time i think of you
i always wonder why
every time i see
your face
i b'lieve that i might die
every time i know it's o'er
and so i never try
1976
your name
i b'lieve that i could cry
every time i think of you
i always wonder why
every time i see
your face
i b'lieve that i might die
every time i know it's o'er
and so i never try
1976
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Dread
walking with lions
at the edge of the night
before the sun rises
before it gets light
walking with lions
while skies are yet gray
before problems arise
before the affray
walking with lions
at the edge of my life
before things are stifled
and problems are rife
walking with lions
While actions are vague
before the dragon
is hatched from its egg
1984
at the edge of the night
before the sun rises
before it gets light
walking with lions
while skies are yet gray
before problems arise
before the affray
walking with lions
at the edge of my life
before things are stifled
and problems are rife
walking with lions
While actions are vague
before the dragon
is hatched from its egg
1984
Thursday, October 15, 2009
timeflow
. . . .and the cool wind blows
the sunshine from the sea. . . .
. . . .and the cool rain
lopes in on a gray cloud. . . .
. . . .and the beach people walk
in the chill of the fog
on the rim of the gathering storm. . . .
. . . .and the settling sand
waits for the roll of the tide. . . .
October 2009
the sunshine from the sea. . . .
. . . .and the cool rain
lopes in on a gray cloud. . . .
. . . .and the beach people walk
in the chill of the fog
on the rim of the gathering storm. . . .
. . . .and the settling sand
waits for the roll of the tide. . . .
October 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Heat
hot blast
warm blat
clouds sail overhead
wind roar
sun roar
the heat is chinese red
white heat
yellow heat
evening sky widespread
day light
dark night
the moon is like a thread
move in
move out
in some magnetic flow
be one
be all
inside the afterglow
1996
warm blat
clouds sail overhead
wind roar
sun roar
the heat is chinese red
white heat
yellow heat
evening sky widespread
day light
dark night
the moon is like a thread
move in
move out
in some magnetic flow
be one
be all
inside the afterglow
1996
everthing ends .. .
we've ridden the caravan
traveled the trail
walked on the highwire
searched for the Grail
we've raced on the chariot
journeyed the sands
suffered the winds
and taken our stands . . .
we've taken the moonlight
and stored it away
we've stolen the starshine
the whole Milky Way
we've wandered in wonder
and stood in the rain
raced through the nighttime
like a runaway train . . .
and everthing fell apart anyway . . .
1988
traveled the trail
walked on the highwire
searched for the Grail
we've raced on the chariot
journeyed the sands
suffered the winds
and taken our stands . . .
we've taken the moonlight
and stored it away
we've stolen the starshine
the whole Milky Way
we've wandered in wonder
and stood in the rain
raced through the nighttime
like a runaway train . . .
and everthing fell apart anyway . . .
1988
Sunday, October 11, 2009
abstract reasoning
to sit inside the presence
of the morning shining sun
to walk amid the glories
of the summer just begun.. .
to try to find the meaning
of the of the feeling in our souls
to hope the weight of worrying
does not surpass our goals
to muse upon the colors
in the sky of varied blue
to ponder on the mysteries
of time and space and you . . .
June 1977
of the morning shining sun
to walk amid the glories
of the summer just begun.. .
to try to find the meaning
of the of the feeling in our souls
to hope the weight of worrying
does not surpass our goals
to muse upon the colors
in the sky of varied blue
to ponder on the mysteries
of time and space and you . . .
June 1977
elephant beer
the smokegray elephant
that puffing beast
green in the spring
brown in the fall
the elegant elephant
is never least
his mind is long
his thoughts are tall
the smokegray elephant
his tusks snow white
he rolls ahead
before them all
the elegant elephant
is so all right
he dwells inside
that hazy pall
1973
that puffing beast
green in the spring
brown in the fall
the elegant elephant
is never least
his mind is long
his thoughts are tall
the smokegray elephant
his tusks snow white
he rolls ahead
before them all
the elegant elephant
is so all right
he dwells inside
that hazy pall
1973
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Wednesday, October 07, 2009
Losing touch
Chained to chance
misunderstood
lies the mongrel
of the brood
chanced by luck
to err in thought
yet still survives
what hath been wrought
gaoled inside
his lonely dreams
are prism'd flash
and sudden schemes
rainbows soar
migration bent
emotions flow
by Psyche sent
carried off
where none may know
in sullen hope
and cryptic flow. . .
1978
misunderstood
lies the mongrel
of the brood
chanced by luck
to err in thought
yet still survives
what hath been wrought
gaoled inside
his lonely dreams
are prism'd flash
and sudden schemes
rainbows soar
migration bent
emotions flow
by Psyche sent
carried off
where none may know
in sullen hope
and cryptic flow. . .
1978