Captains Plight

To set a course to jeopardy

A challenge to the rising sea

Luna, Frith are both in play


Angles guiding evening light

Do nothing for the Captains plight

Upon the crew the load is bared.
Each portion shared
Without a care

But at each morn
Before the others
A Captains wrinkles
Honor his brothers.

Reduced to child
His life gone wild

Who would have ever known
The pride of a captain is to stand alone.

Late October

The air is thick, quiet and calm
Swim in it

Stars are stashed
They'll return, and burn

The ground is still soft, poised to receive what falls from the trees.

Children still play but won't stay.


It's transition.

Refrain from flight
Shed fear of lost light.

Snap cleanly away from your roots
Just shoots

The ground that was laid, the field that you played
They've all gone away and given to grey.

Search for a spark, a light in the dark
Something so strong you can keep going on.

The wind and weather, the leaves left on trees
Seems it would please but only a tease.

You remember the sound of your feet driving down
The smell of the air
The sound of the snare

In a moment you feel the days that have passed
Try to grasp
But too fast.

A heart with a shroud of mineral stone
Alone
Where's home?

Inverted

As it seems
Conundrum between life and dreams

The silver lining of the clouds
Shrouds

The dark behind the light
Invite

The conversation between friends
Ends

The pain inserted
Inverted

The end you expected
Rejected

What you ingested
Defective

The question you asked
Dissolved in the flask.

The calm you seek
Too deep

Open as the sea
Be.

Origins

God and the Devil are both in man
Walking hand in hand
Like water and sand.

The water's part to crush the stone
To grains and loam
Making fertile zones.

The sand , its grains
Resisting change
Once within range
To accrete again.

Water's power to destroy
Brings no worry to the stone

They've co existed since the start
No question who's to play each part.

They'll dance forever yin and yang.
Celebrate then grind again.

Risk of Flight

So takeoff
You takeoff

Drive your wings into the air
I hope the hollow in our bones can keep you safe from sticks and stones

Its the front and not the end, there is still power to ascend
But if you turn your head around you'll crash quickly to the ground

So takeoff you takeoff
No matter what the others say

Better to have flown and crashed than to let life slip away.

What we feel, what we see.
There is no guarantee.
Your a bird and not a stone
Flights risks already known.

So takeoff, you takeoff
Give it everything you have.
Our life is in our efforts,
Some are good and some are bad.

Your light and your fast
But need wind to make your way
Now all that's left is work
And the memory of the play.

I say takeoff, you takeoff
Cause your gifted with the wing

I guess I'll sit here on the ground
Having known the finest thing

Frontier Medicine

Each has their own.

There is no flight without fall

No light without sight.

No consequence, no adventure.


The path less traveled?


The wear it lacks is from no returning tracks.

It zips up behind you.


Numbly stumble toward the focal point.

If its even a path at all.

season

No one really knows when summer ends and fall begins. The date is marked, but that isn't when.

Something happens on the inside. A feeling of apprehension followed by pulses of excitement.

Fear and reminiscent.

The light that flooded you barely takes notice now and the leaves you were certain would explode are falling away silently.

Individual calls are replaced by the tantrums of migrations.

Days begin to run together as the dark accelerates.

Autumn! You beautiful and glorious segway towards dark and cold.

Once again the decent begins. That season is gone and an arduous route lies between it and the next.





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Lenses

Every easy fire to start

Water soaks the air

Each pitch more perfect than the last

Satisfying as the fare.


The feel of mud and laughing sounds

The roughshod play on sacred grounds

Driving fast and living songs

Leaves nothing for regret.


The blackest black and brightest white together leave us empty

Its all the colors in between

The shades of amber and dark green

Staying dirty losing clean

Just take the plate and lick it.

quiet transition

Yes.

What we've watched bloom in the spring we see fade in the fall.

Those long hot days held in such high regard are gone again.

This peaceful and quiet time.


What now.

1 day, 1 laugh, another then smile.

Fortune has been kind, if only we'll notice.

We own it and it belongs to us. Never able to be stolen.

What now? Take deep breathes and let the wind move you.

Slide when the rain soaks the path.

Embrace the darkness, it won't stop for anyone.

Be kind the soil, it holds the next you know.

Dormant not dead.

Breathe Deeply.

Every last a first, and every step forward.

What now?.........

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Everything she says has alot to say
Set it to music and it blew me away
So unnatural in a natural way
Hope I can make it today.

There are no shortcuts or magical pills
Its rough terrain.

The Salamander

We were a pair. The sons of twins and fairly close in age. His course the tougher.
That worked as it should.
Every day was surely an adventure. Huck Finn...fuck that kid we were real.
I almost shot him once.

Firearms and horses, tractors and cow shit.
The creek our shrine, the lake saved for later.

The games we played were those our hero's taught us.
The rest were awkward.

We were given a sample, but they knew that what they had was gone.
Somehow those remnants were enough to inspire us.
Fully loaded, our course was strong too.

One moment would divide us forever.
One heart with anguish, one with light.


We saw it at the same time.
The salamander. It wasn't just any lizard.
Easily six inches in length and electric orange. We were all covered in freckles.

Within an instant he took up an old pan we'd left by the creek and smashed it.
It was destroyed.

I remember the sound the old pan made as it smashed that beauty.
It was the speed of sound.
My heart broke.

Nothing would ever be the same.

Little black door

It's always been there, usually hidden by furniture. You may not find it ever, but you'll always slide towards it. It's so dark. When observed under intense light, it gets darker still. Everything around it continues to fade, only enhancing its presence.

There's no handle or knob and no one is certain how to open it. It's obviously been opened before as it is damaged around its edges. The door itself is small, too small for comfortable entry or exit. On the hottest of days a cool draft can be felt near the base.

The craftsmen who must have built it is surely long gone, the construction too intricate and purposeful to have been constructed here.

Maybe more interesting than the door itself is what lies beyond it, that which no one is certain. Those who previously sought entry were overwhelmed by the weight, unable to even budge it. There are still remnants of tread marks near the top where someone tried to kick it open.

You could never force it open.
Most cannot determine whether it was meant to be pushed or pulled, there are no indications

There are days when you can smell a musty dankness  near it, like rusted iron from an ancient vessel. The scent passes quickly though, so quickly you can barely remember.

Sometimes just sitting there fills you with awkward curiosity. It is so unique.

It has never made a sound and has no hinges to creak, relying only on its perfect fitment.

I've considered its taste, expecting something between petrol and chocolate. The chalky surface of it is deterrent.

A wonder to touch, the solidity is comparable to an Oak fortress, inconsistent with its diminutive size.

You want to share it, but most are driven to obsession. Its better to keep it hidden.

shaa

Square as it sounds, the hardest yet.

Textbook.

I'd heard about it.

I feel it now.


The high grass and sun make the route fully invisible.

I'm certain I see the lens of the earths shape.

Or maybe its only the abundance of moisture in my eyes, swelling short of tears.

What if this is your big mistake?

There is no longer any trail, no choices, every choice.

Just look down to insure a solid footing.

No, run and bound.

You've always believed you could solve in mid air, you always have.

They trot, we soar.

Recent faves

Versus. "Jealous"

Future Birds. "Virginia Slims"

Small Black.  "Proper Spirit"

Trails and Ways.  "Border Crosser"

SoSo Glos    "Lost Weekend"

Fools Gold. "The Dive"

Red House Painters. "All mixed up"

Alela Diane. "About Farewell"

The Fray "Trust me"

Willy Nile "she's got my heart"

Teenage Fan club "sometimes I don't need to believe in anything"

Avett Bros. "Head full of doubt"

Left handed letters

Unwritten......

Time

Time is an idea that never goes away, our time is short, it is we that fade.

Swept up in a whirlpool, spinning around.

Just out of reach.

Fighting the drown.

The most complex puzzle, yet to be solved, billions of hearts have already dissolved.

To think we are different and might can swim out.

Prolonging a pain that grows by the day,

Ought we let go and just wash away?

All hearts have tears and scars as they age

But you can only break broken in so many ways.

Poison as Pleasure

Rot not ferment.
Nutritionless
Oblivion where bliss should be.
No reflection
Darkest matter heaviest yet
Designed to destroy
Fatal flowers spreading like weeds.
Very little left
No entry, No exit.
No moisture or metal
Blind
Pistol in a vase
Incendiary without notice
Sick at the sound
Spiritless
Answer rejected and left laying there
Vacant