~Nature~

sightless meal

10 March 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

i heard a program about the "blind cow,"
a restaurant in switzerland all-blind,
the atmosphere is pitch-black in its gloom,
there's not a bit of light for us to see,

attendants, of course, don't use their eyesight,
they've grown up their entire lives with just touch,
some people go in and get nervous,
others,—claustrophobia overwhelms,

but many finally learn to relish,
what taste can be, and smell ought to have been,
and every placement of steel utensil,
becomes a journey into depth and space,

reliant memory on nuances,
so used we are to taking upon sight,
we travel upon distant verdant lands,
as new sensations course corporeal,

imbibing us with new impressions,
of small things we daily took for granted,
we wade through ebony and feelings strange,
become now our lifetime experience.​

 

workout

13 march 2005
corpus christi, texas

First time is tiring,
Second time is sore,
Third time is dull pain,

Fourth time is habit,
Fifth time is muscle,
Sixth time is sinew,

Seventh time is mind
Eighth time is red heart,
Ninth time is soul's form.​

 

¿How Could Clear and Gray Merge?

16 March 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

I walked outside into blustery cold,
Strange this fifty degree day came down here,
Inspected newly poured foundation's set,
Examined carefully where rain had pooled,
Determined if any changes need be,

Thinking about gray on gray came back in,
Sat down to do some research on the web,
Listening to the President on news,
Came across your poem of relations,
Engaged left-brain to analyze its scope,

And came to realize that clear water,
Settling on hard mass shape rectangular,
Will flow and merge and wander over it,
Realize impenetrability,
Evaporate and go back up white cloud.​

 

Wedlock

20 March 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

¡What a strange storm that swept through here last night!
Clarity with pin-point stars,—then storm's blast,—
Followed by more clarity,—lightning strikes,—
Torrential waters,—inundations,—
Then harsh storm's aftermath with vision clear,—
¿Was this some marriage of far gods upstairs?

Dangerous to give human attributes,
To phenomena acting unthinking,
Driven by roiling fixed reactions strong,
Precipitated into their set forms,—
But is it also a reminder stark,
Not to give up hope when all's harsh somber,
For inevitably life's storms will pass,

Leaving Sol's streaming radiance to greet,
A million arching yellow budding blooms,
Fresh opened with sweet rain's persuasion soft,
To fill our souls with verdant treasure's blaze,
To sing new melodies concordant fair,
Removing all dark doubts that life could bring,
Lifting soul's gold trimmed ecstasies of Love.​

 

Fay's Light

22 march 2005
corpus christi, texas

it flows like crystal bells jingling down,

into a stream of clear dew droplets,

a melody of light and play full,

child's iridescent laughter brightly,

in fields of sun and greenest grasses,

where dragonfly hearts flit about fast,

and snapdragon purples fill up life,

delighting in yellow time's pause brief,

a gift of a moment inspiring.​

 

Mosquitoes and Mesquite

24 March 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

Egg Moon's beams glimmer as they strike black leaves,—
A gentle sea breeze wafting through branches,
Slightly wavers extremes piercing at sky,—

Wind chimes clink a harmony of random,—
It's cool,—It's midnight,—I left mosquito
Netting covered down mattress to come out,

Look dazed at heaven's gorgeous spectacle,
Spica and Jupiter accompany,
Bright moon as she traverses high above,—

It's dark.—So I wander in underpants,
'Til mosquitoes find my skin appealing,
And drive me back to lie in sheathed dreaming.​

 

¿What Does It Mean?

31 March 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

Inside clear space of time machine rolls on,
A purpose once known to Gods infinite,
Is lost to mortals with their finite views,—

To peer upon this complex functioning,
Is but a glimpse of what all wonders be,

Binary stars pulsing wildly neutrons,
Quanta interacting with our pressures,
Chromatic flowers,—gas nebuli red,

This touch that spreads from fingers to my lips,
This taste that brings nutmeg from tropic lands,

This smell that chocolate and almonds spreads,
This sight such revelry of spectrum's light,
This sound delighting arpeggio curves,

We jumble and believe it synchronized,
Though puzzle that we sense in dribs & drabs.​

 

Mistress Preens

1 April 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

In evanescent acts disclosed lies life.—
¿Is covering up nature,—woman's lies,
Told female to male enticing slyly,—
Or enhancement of her hidden beauty?

So many miniscule motions perfect,
Tapestries of needlework silk precise,
Symmetries measured micrometer light,
To make fond a lover's giddy red heart,—

Though she questions,—she knows deep intentions,—
Primeval, older than conventions new,
Ingrained at blood's roots in her fingernails,—
Back to Eve's primeval pink apple blush.​

 

Music's Thrall

3 April 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

Sweet music's finely crafted mountain airs,
Delight heart's fancies with a motion clear,
Chromatic red complexion vaporous,
With iridescent hues of greens & blues,
Flying through air's ethers swaying breezes,
Spread cinnamon cymbidium's perfumes,

Quickening moments with a violin,
Skipping rope gaily with a clarinet,
Rolling down long slow slopes with a bassoon,
Brightening call to arms with a trumpet,
Resonating soul with a piano,
Singing warm love lullabies with a voice.​

 

Biology Project 101

13 April 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

I have a complex project I'd like done,
Involves a lot of scientific stuff,
Biology & chemistry at least,
Some physics & psychology as well,
Top it off with some probability,
& A bit of topology to boot,

It requires some 3-D convolutions,
With a bit of luck from evolution,
Not trying to bring on revolution,
Just realizing life's elocution,
To bring out this unplanned execution,
& Avoid all forms of persecution,

For this project I so firmly devise,
Will require only natural device,
From a joining that will henceforth divide,
When your DNA & mine join inside,
To create another thinking machine,
That will then make another match in time.​

 

Antarctic Voyage

18 April 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

We press undaunted past boundaries ill-defined,
Without hesitation's flinch,—
We launch our bark upon quests would drown mortal life,

Without ever troubling why,—
We stir and move along—force irresistible,
Without whispers of a doubt,—

Yet red heart remains marooned on small continent,
Where circumscribed sad it dwells,—
Awaiting chance or circumstance to liberate,

Dream frozen still—white ice hill,—
Crystalline fixed structure—inflexible cold way,
Bounded state removed of hope,—

Boreal destiny—soul's solitude o'ercast,
With its deliberations,—
Paucity of warm tender cares offered freely.—

Spring's libation golden,—
Magic sunshine irradiated yellow beams,—
May melt that hoary prison.​

 

Noon Fancy

19 April 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

Grapefruit fills every taste bud's core,
Tang permeates breath,—and hands stick,
From peeling and breaking apart,
Pink cleavage sectioned sweet by sweet,

Sea breezes sway incessant trees,
Dissatisfied for not reaching,
Azure interlaced heaven's clouds's,
Interlocked white tendrils knit high,

It's noon and sun high above me,
Fills me yellow with nostalgia,
Summers by a beach or river,
Hazy time that never ended,

I recline back and stretch face up,
Watching mesquite branches scurry,
Back and forth to cover up sun,
Frivolous motions endearing,

Nostalgia floods hypnotic thoughts,
As if trees-sun could mesmerize,
This deja-vu that's sweeping me,—
I'm falling distances unsought,

A vertigo like none before,
I close my eyes to see time's flow,
There pink and blue sun's shades come through,
An eye lid movie theater,

Of forms and motions hard to script,
Lost as I am in reverie,
There's no recovery from this,
A feeling past all scheduled thoughts.​

 

Dark Hearts—Bright Stars

20 April 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

Our mortality,—gorgeous finitude,
Limited in scope,—subjective dwelling,
Residing glow in yellow sun's spectrum,
Messenger of distant tidings long gone,
Wave form—restless energy driving life,

Light's primacy mixed with taste-touch-sound-smell,
Little wonder we need microscope's lens,
To peer into cell's very small details,
Or telescope's aperture to open,
Heaven's weakest glimmers to our mind's eye,—

Objective world,—its harmonies and song,
With structure infinite in coupled rhymes,
And puzzles that defy our logic's scope,
So every day we open up God's book,
Read scripted phrases that we ponder deep,

See new structures that go past our senses,
Realize we live embedded surely,
In a mathematic structure purely,
Understand our own heart's evolution,—
Recognize we are not gods but mortals.​

 

How Strange The God's Protect

23 April 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

O Jupiter greatest of our circle,
¿How could the ancient Greeks have known Thy fight?
A battle over eons 'gainst Titans,
Until upgathered most all meteors,

Allowed Prometheus to bring us fire,
Reduced Cretaceous extinctions,
Protected fragile life by flinging out,
Discordant planetary kin members,—

So every night when clouds permit vision,
To see Selena moving opaline,
I thank Thee Gaia's giant brother sound.​

 

Poverty's Mind

6 May 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

Between obsession and passion lies hidden,
That mystic Atlantis called by most Success,
Yet children born in poverty are all taught,—
Talent's prime determinant of winning life,

A handicap that makes them bitter losers,
For they believe that God measured each man's life,—
So their complement of Grace was way too small,
For them to have a chance in competition,

So they give up before the race has started,
It seems track's distance is too long for short legs,
And they despair to think of hard effort's sweat,
For they don't see the benefit of life work,

They've been taught that it's all a welfare handout,
That someone owes them something or a living,
That rappers have the cars, the chicks and gold chains,
Without any semblance of difficulty,

It's all "natural" and "innate"—all "talent"—
So they soon adopt mediocrity's balm,
And doze, and sleep, and dream of easy riches,
And cheating,—'cause that's their only way to Fame.​

 

Seven Colors

9 May 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

Rainbows are a bridge from place to place,
Light and airy full of iridescent joy,—
Hard it is for us to climb on them,
Symmetry curved slippery eludes our touch,—

Yet though rare their happiness brings song,
Something that fills all our soul with merriment,—
¿Or is it rainfall companion,
Pouring out gray woes from heaven's open heart?—

'Til we recognize that twixt the two,
There's only the slightest gossamer of air,—
Then we learn to hold clear prism up,
To spread out day's haze into colored spectrum.​

 

¿Is it better, or different?

9 May 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

¿Is Red prettier, or redder,—
Than Pink will all its Spring allure?

¿Is Hot haughtier, or warmer,—
Than Cold with all its soothing cool?

¿Is Lust naughtier, or charmer,—
Than Love with all its charity?

I suppose that we must choose some,
Out of full panoply life brings,—

But I still say that each flavor,
Brings out a different meal to feast.​

 

Out Far In A Remote Land

8 May 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

Lands red bird singing sweet trills,
Expands harmony's pure blue,
Hands soul moment's remnant clear,
Sands time's breeze flits to gray clouds,

Lands where heart has never gone,
Expands soul's horizons wide,
Hands that grasp at chances odd,
Sands for gold in foolish rush,

Lands—¿Where is that Eden green,
Expands possibilities?
Hands to us a future bright,
Sands beneath a fertile soil,

Lands that spread out in wide plain,
Expands into oceans vast,
Hands will till and ranch this space,
Sands eventually reclaim.​

 

Meter and Word Game

18 May 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

I write not for sharp exclamation mark,
But for sly questions that daily involve,
Catlike curiosity to play life,
With stretches of imagination wild,

That make us slide down rainbows bowed on high,
While words come traipsing down rose flowered paths,
Skipping chalk colored numbered hopscotch squares,
Gaily with smooth black stone lands only primes,

Without expecting that straight spacing broad,
Grows and thins elusively into red,
Forcing us to find new ways to time jump,—
While happy with soft humming beat beneath,
Warm sun that yellow glows on all below.​

 

Catnip's Play

19 May 2005
Corpus Christi, Texas

Little needles rippling up & down,
Cat unfurls her pointed bristles sharp,
With rolling warm approbation's purr,

Knowing that beneath her soft paws hid,
Are her way to climb or swiftly kill,
With her quick instincts and reflexes,—

¿Isn't that the way that we should be,
Keep those deadly secrets to ourselves,—
Letting them only come out to play,—
Or when dire necessity requires?​