Tempus Cessat

Tempus Cessat

Time is syrup,                   
Neither sweet nor inviting,      
Rather nudgingly grazing,
Soft and prickly,
Rough and tickly,
Never once been amazing.

Time is oil,
Neither slick nor once gripping,
As Rough as liquid gravel,
Charge thee gladly,
Treatment badly,
Swinging a bloody gavel.

Time is fire,
Neither so warm nor healing,
Its lapping tongues do flicker,
Its grins shimmer,
Glass eyes glimmer,
With shivers growing thicker.

Invino Veritas
9/25/13
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Spare Twigs and Leaves

Invino Veritas
9/19/13
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Green

Green

My dear, try as you may,                             
And dear, strive though you might,               
You'll never know it all,                               
Before the dying light,                                 
Never having answers,                                
To queries yet unknown,                             
Universal questions,                                    
To counter every plight.                            

Know that something greater,                   
Is always out of reach,                              
Beyond each horizon,                               
Just beyond every beach,                         
In the vast expanses,                                 
On planets far away,                                
Whispering of battles,                   
For castles we can't breach.



Invino Veritas
9/17/13
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Cloudburst

Before the cloudburst,
Those aromas of earth in the air,
Are my memories,
Of my mother and father,
Of my brothers and sisters,
And my own mortality.
Those odors of dirt are the flowers,
That spring from the seeds,
Buried within the amniotic glaze,
Of my cloudy, misshapen mind.

Before the cloudburst,
The fragrance of you lingers in the air,
Your spirit persists on the breeze,
And your voice seeps,
Through from the rumbles in the sky,
Like the blood of soldiers,
Having discovered their own sins.
It is this resistence to change,
This essence of my beings,
That keep me grounded,
Never to fly where the winds,
Bring in new smells,
And forever losing the old ones.

After the cloudburst,
The stench of newness and sparkles,
Do not mask the tragedy of forget,
Nor does it obscure pain of rememberance,
But the piney whiffs of insolence,
Snap the mind like twigs on a trail,
And cradle me in their arms,
For it is their earthy arms,
That are my crib,
My womb, warm and soft,
Sweet and prickly.

Invino Veritas
9/11/13
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Not Quite Moonlight

Not Quite Moonlight


My right leg's got the stutter,
And my left leg's got the swing,
The concrete has got the glimmer,
The imaginary sheen,
And the jazz is perfect,
For a moment,
Just in time.
And suddenly I am at the gate,
Red light,
Yellow light,
Green light,
And over the hill I coast,
With an exhilarated anticipation,
And then back down again.
Around the corner like a snake,
Slithering in the grass,
And the ones in front of me,
Like dust as I approach,
Soon forgot as I round the corner,
And into the space,
With a jolt and a jar,
I rock back and step out,
It's not the right key,
But who cares?
There'll be another.
My shiny silver modicum,
Inserted into the hole,
As the darkness surrounds me,
And I am enveloped,
With familiar scent and sight,
But it's fine as I sit.
To bring it all home,
And enjoy the moment,
And reflect.
She was awkward,
It was perfect for a moment,
And I wonder,
Imagine.


Invino Veritas
7/31/13
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Distractable You

Distractable You

All of the glory but none of the pain,
The same old story again and again,
Hammering nails into coffins thus laid,
Provide no burden for services paid,
Bearing no roses for cousins unknown,
Grants no such honor from seeds that were sown,
Nor entitles certain proclivity,
To abandon cause for civility,
To disregard the rule of decency,
In response to dockets of regency,
Nor gives impetus for separation,
Of flanks in the war for federation.
   For it is with our brothers united,
   That injustices shall be requited.


Invino Veritas
7/19/13
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Untitled

Untitled

She is a vase,
Made of crystal and cream --
Smooth and soft,
Fluffy like chick down,
And dominating the lines,
Leading to the base of her flower,
That is her smile and gaze.

She is plastic,
And I am her current dream --
Crude and set aloft,
From whence am blown,
When no such sun shines,
To reveal places in the shower,
Where the sun plays.

Yet she and I are steam,
Behind her I stream --
Strewn about her toft,
And she in glittering glass shown,
When the memories are mine,
And I muse of remembered power,
On rain-filled days.


Invino Veritas
7/11/13
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