~Nature~

Early Morning Drive

20 December 2004
Corpus Christi, Texas

Sun shy peeks under evening's dark gown,
Slowly revealing her covered darkness,
Driving—frost browned fields wide ocean waving,
As I course on life's magic black ribbon.

Dried grass longs for spark to be set afire,
Seared stalks, dappled like three day old stubble,—
Bristling out brindled in my autumn days;
Mauve dry reeds, split morning's brisk slant into
A million variegated long shadows;

Emblazoning retreating night's labors,
Flushing argent blushes with gold's yellow,
Light blue heaven—sienna ground—blooming light,
Iridescent into deepest darkness.

Maybe it's a trick of polarized glass,
Combined with old eyes's astigmatism,—
Bouncing joys—splendid colors—here and there,
Through low hanging vapors not yet sun burnt.

¿Why does my sight such happiness entail?
Suffused throughout tired being this fresh start,—
As if immortal we would never let,
This forever taste wander from our heart,—
Rapture perpetual at light's cycles.​

 

Bright Sun Pursues Full Moon

28 December 2004
Corpus Christi, Texas

So bright He can't contain his orange glow,
Arising in the East in gloried gold,
While She, shy silver sinks slowly Westward,
Pale argent into Cirrhus and sky blue,

Unrelenting His pursuit of slight form,
Perfumed mystery opening at night,—
Black velvet diadem filled jewel box,
Sparkle—Venus,—Jupiter, Saturn, Mars.

All softly waning myths once lit day's lamp,
And in that light purposeful man's motions,
Diverse dreams divine inside motivate,
Humanity to actions foul and fair.

Part of a clockwork mechanism strange.​

 

Jet Stream Rendezvous

15 January 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

You have your fresh fish, but don't know the cost,

Half a hundred years gliding o'er blue seas,
Every year of life circling earth three times,
Following Gaia's breezes on their rounds,
Spending only five years on rocky shores;

Roaming trajectory—centuries old,
Man's greed—long line fishing—will extinguish;
One hundred thousand albatrosses die,
Snagged, dragged on baited hook—drowned, thrown away:

Expiring pterodactyl's ancestor.​

 

Java's Tsunami

20 January 2005
AA 1465 Virginia Beach to Dallas

Another rectilinear plot man's carved,
Upon flat earth's face superficial,
Miniscule,—tectonic shifts will not flow,

Impertinence's desecration.

While welling magma drifts up from deep rifts,
& Mountains grow where plates abruptly meet,
Volcanoes blow explosive atomic,

Man's transitory etchings are so short,
That brief tsunami washes them from shores,
Still with the marks that Krakatoa left.​

 

My Choice?

23 January 2005

AA 1675 Dallas to San Diego

28D—my preference for aisle,
Freedom to get up & sometimes walk 'bout,
Stretch long muscles for a while & relax,

Without a feeling of entrapment dire;
Is preference quaint lottery of sorts?
Choice sorted long ago by genetics?

Repositories of behavior;
That pattern out soul's circumstances now?
Vestigial their puzzled, circling gaze,

Remind our animal recognizance,
That as we move about intricate maze,
Deep behavior's trace a hidden face.​

 

Green Darts

16 February 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

I went to remove weed overcrowded,
Thrust my bare hand into nettled green group,
Careful I thought to grasp the baseline low,
When pins of pain shot into my brown skin,

Carefully I dislodged offended hand,
Examined for fire ants of other stings,
Found none and came to realize defense,
Against intrusion well developed lay,

Among this innocuous group of plants,
For centuries dealing with animals,
Evolved pierced barbs dislodging into tongue,
Or man's epidermis soft uncovered,

Neither food for domesticated cow,
Nor vegetable leaf for man's dinner,
Nor flower to set into bright bouquet,

Just annoyance growing independent,
Uncaring of anyone's desiring,
Leaving sharp welts on anyone that dares.​

 

obsidian butterfly

21 February 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

chrysalis,—butterfly prison,
she must find her way out of it,
day's dark maze makes her feel dazed,

importunities all ends block,
until mind finds its key release,
to fashion future on gold wings,

flutter to Mexico's mountains,
where worshippers to Monarchs bow,—
for Orange-Black flying angels.​

 

gallus gallus

24 February 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

distant cousin to great dinosaur,
little chicken must now peck about,
grab a fleeting cockroach when it can,

living out man's sentence imprisoned,
all we know of hen's caged life from birth,
laying eggs by thousands without care,

most people have never wringed thin neck,
boiled feathered creature soft to then pluck,—
woken to rooster's crowing early,

or watched proud cocks fighting to life's end,—
so they believe that chicken's coward,
never having seen them in the wild,

pheasant beauty shimmering bright red.​

 

moon bow

25 February 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

there are so many ways for things to fade,
rose wilts and leaves us but a dusty musk,
deer die pierced by fleeting shaft violent red,
moon reflects an entire night then retires,

stars perdure millennia in black sky,
sparkling zodiac rotating constant,—
while man's brief life expires continual,
dwelling on brown ashes from suns above,

gold glow,—brief instant that bright light imprints,
residue,—impression dwells retinal,—
afterglow red-orange blinding wide eyes,
taking with it our night vision darkly,

though we never could see crepuscular,
moon's light reflected as rainbow's spectrum,
unless we journey to a distant place,
await for moon to bloom in its full phase,

and with Selena to our backs midst mists,
gaze into cataract that prisms sprays,
remote green jungle from humanity,
or in the middle of wide ocean's waves,

with ship that's rigged for running in dark night,
will catch a glimpse of moon bow's rarity,
ephemeral gossamer so subtle,—
so delicate that it will never fade.​

 

Rhyme's Home

25 February 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

somewhere between left and right,
in nether 'tween right and wrong,
purple questions flow unanswered,

fay cerulean,—gleaming,
sour and sweet illusion's salt,
rose's perfumed mystery,

glint of child's eye on a toy,
albatross skimming on waves,
exertion's glow running long,

feelings trapped in sentences,
sentences trapped in our hearts,
hearts trapped in our essences,

there inspiration's kiss dwells.​

 

inspiration's time

25 February 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

time pulls our souls on its clear string
unveiling patterns never seen
our little mind catalogues them
created symbols repeated

for infinite it can't handle
and endless stream is past belief
and so with labels and short words
it tries to lasso life's wild steers
multiplicity of visions

overflowing sensations green
clay molded into our feelings
heat intense in heart's crucible
to form impressions for our souls.​

 

forests turned on lathes

28 February 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

green—photosynthesis forms our life,

fractal figures customary seen,

leaves adorn our branches with bright sheen,

giving us sap strength to follow sun,

in that transpiration of our breath,

from rust earth into white clouds above,

inspiration's cycle creates rain,

relieving all carbon relived long,

sedimented in our core and pith,

soft foundation of our structure tall,

links us into verdant forests wide,

rooted elemental,—seed of life,

nimble man shapes into wooded forms,

static remnants of what once was love.​

 

¿What is it about other minds?

28 February 2005,
Corpus Christi, Texas

¿what does she see that i can't,—barking loud?

in the blackest of all nights she's baying,

there must be something out there,—¿or is there?

¿or is this just like human difference?

where everyone diffracts different prisms,

rainbow colored lenses,—ocular clouds,

allowing each to perceive sliced spectrums,

but small portions of wide reality,

& so with sensitivities varied,

impossible for us to discover,

what's in that world that others call their mind.​

 

Moon Rise Behind Spring Branched Trees

1 March 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

¿How many oceans can soul traverse,
—Without losing itself forever?
¿How many trials must body endure,
—Before all pain it will assever?

¿How much patience's heart to perdure,
—Waiting alone for right whomever?
¿How much foolishness will mind reverse,
—Thinking about words to say clever?

It seems eons now since I first saw,
Words that you set out upon a page,
Ikabana,—dappled flowers bright,
Varying to mystic rigors Zen,

Asymmetry divine enchanted,
Cloudy random acts,—finely tuned songs,
In harmonic melodies divine,
That pure heart endlessly feels ringing,

Spring just came in these low latitudes,—
Mesquite trees abloom with bright green shoots,
Days cerulean with many joys,
As world sings revival's happiness,

February goddess purifies,
Soft sleep's pleasure in this verdant land,
Gently petals perfume evening's breeze,
Cool starred heaven caresses heart's woes,—

Mad black dogs baying at Spica's light,
Clustered stars,—a point that must offend,
As they lead upturned moon following,
Dimly behind bright god Jupiter,

As I wish that you would somehow do,
Past the Hades gates of distances,
To a world where white death's snows have gone,
Ceding free to joyous yellow sun.​

 

Spring's Cool

4 March 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

yellow day stares away all our dark gloom,
vanished,—evaporated cotton clouds,
wispily flit among cerulean,
green shoots tender,—rebound, breaking rough bark,

so much to smile about when Spring's around,
when clarity lifts mortality's veils,
and sun bright fills broad day with warmth and fire,—
unrestricted our abode now wander,

listening to song birds flirting happy,
feeling with our hearts life's magic touches,—
mind reaches out to find other verses,
words to describe pheromone colors,

or the way that nutmeg tastes bitter-sweet,
when northern breezes gently cool our skin,
or the way honey kisses taste salt-musk,
when southern breezes on sand beach we love.​

 

melody became day's light

7 March 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

magic is enchantment melody unlocks

ringing colors stream as flower's sweet perfume

in a garden that still fresh from morning dew

cools rose petals singing harmonies divine

ennui & happiness—lust & love too

turtle doves that cooing woo our soul's deep heart

emanating combinations from keyboard

gamboge: papaya-mango-sapote red

in flavors that transport our reverie up

beyond gray or dull to mysteries yellow

hands that soft caress our face when dawn has come​

 

unto all an end comes

7 march 2005
corpus christi, texas

(8,7,8,7—...)

some rail at brief mortality,
wish for immortality,
dim remote possibility,
despite creativity,

there's no magic to evade death,
suns also gasp short,—man's breath,
despite universe's wide breadth,
frail time impinges all health,

no amount of fight,—violence,
lends ongoing life credence,
even with god's full omniscience,
and full-spectrum providence,

end is sure result of structure,
so these wild thoughts all immure,
and resign to cold sepulture,
Winter play,—last overture.​

 

1 & 1 is 2

7 march 2005
corpus christi, texas

there's no alpha marks territory anymore,
so little mongrels with testicles all ready,
come and sniff about for female pheromones,
it seems that even spaded urine attracts males,

i look up at mesquite's rough bark with green spring shoots,
¿how often have i been that machine lusting sex?
¿how different is my primal drive to that small dog's?
¿how shameless previous prodding and pushing on?

¿is spring so different with two legs/arms vice four?
but now it's autumn in my heart and i can pause,
reflect and slowly sip bitter tobacco's smoke,
while i observe this mating game nature has sprung,

a little spotted terrier—intact—comes by,
he's wearing finest courting face to sly entice,
i calmly consider my matchmaking duties,
slap my hand hard on my thigh—¡git on, you small hound!​

 

Brr . . . I need hot chocolate

8 March 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

brown brewing broad broth
alkalized cocoa
bright bromelia
all warm love suffused joy

braw brazed brooding breeze

answers all life's questions
bromal brolly bronze
aspirating perfume
broch breaking brooch sweet.​

 

First Things

9 March 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

Something mystical is that First being,
Base of all experiences and feelings,
Ocean upon which all dreams smooth sail on,
Sky where clouds cool drift with delicacy,

Earth that lends her bosom to wandering,
Life primeval from which sensation came,
Chronos marking all our dearest moments,
Chaos with randomness that all permits,

When night's first star was born and fusion lit,
Heaven's black void infusing with full light,
A kiss so gentle made all angels quake,
As surely as our hearts for love now ache,

Upon that First we now align our hearts,
Where memories in patina reside,
Covering quilted sediments of life,
Bringing us from First, surely to Time's Last.​