spirit is eternally present in endless supply
august turns to renew slumber
to forgive and forgot
like before junior year that hurricane
brushed up
and we all thought it was a joke
something happened there
a sail turned
a knarl came from the shore
every step taken changed
and changed again
the motive of the sands resolve
an immense catalogue speaking up
my youth bore upon me
with brilliance and calm
while the sky and the water
and the city was quiet as the prairie
I recall the texture of it all;
…the silver and the blue…
twenty years is burning up the road
with a thunder I do not want to listen to
I was sober and free and remained so
until the fighting started again
youth and parentage reserve expectancy in the rafters
as a fire creates a milestone
consequence retreats what few witness
but the hurricane came and went
did I that year out into the ghostly shore
the captain with the peerless emerald green sea
find my august and levy…
August 25, 2005
ШАМРО
excerpt from The Grey Fields revisited
© 2005 private stock poetry
ranch in suspence
©2007 woundedlordliterature
The Splendor of Smoke Clearing
desiring to set the record straight
playing out or disenfranchising
cold skeletons, the brim of intuition
the seeking of admonishment
to conciliatory remains
stretches my will to crescent
rummaging through the revisions
I find emulsified ruin
I no longer refract my emotions
over a broken vestal vestige
let memory mystify the inconsolable
as they have admitted defeat
against the battle of themselves
as pointed as contradiction would deny
embellished wants and deposits grander than grandeur
the captains of auditions spin pencils into cartoon
the fragment glad hands infinity’s chapter
a bargain of suffrage
whispering in silence of evening finality and pirouette
or some blade that bounds worm to salt
that grief in repose miters the soul against its will
the penalty is paid by anyone who loves
that urn becomes a cavern
a split piece marginalized and indiscrete
a thick ennui of betraying alibi
as false as once true, as mocking as once honorable
stolen from the lamb, traded for affirmation
a solitary incarceration rests in weight
as concealment ravages what was left to pride
to tenant that escape one must be wiser than the will
braver than the blade, coarser than the sand
enabled verses the abominable
greater than the gods
who would be so wise to adhere to folly
who cannot counter the price to pay
variables that last out each originality
contrasts the splendor of smoke clearing
to add thesis that most of the time
the dead cannot rise
no more to the mischievous hamlet for penance
or redemption for ill disguised spite
to lay scorn or contrive hysterical homage
an intangible intrinsic motif cancels
a barter to match a fallacy
this nature remains untouched, these fields unplowed
waiting to propagate grace
as the last summer of youth harvests the spectrum
sight becomes revived
June 30, 2005
ШАМРО
excerpt from The Grey Fields revisited
© 2005 private stock poetry
ranch in suspence
©2007 woundedlordliterature
playing out or disenfranchising
cold skeletons, the brim of intuition
the seeking of admonishment
to conciliatory remains
stretches my will to crescent
rummaging through the revisions
I find emulsified ruin
I no longer refract my emotions
over a broken vestal vestige
let memory mystify the inconsolable
as they have admitted defeat
against the battle of themselves
as pointed as contradiction would deny
embellished wants and deposits grander than grandeur
the captains of auditions spin pencils into cartoon
the fragment glad hands infinity’s chapter
a bargain of suffrage
whispering in silence of evening finality and pirouette
or some blade that bounds worm to salt
that grief in repose miters the soul against its will
the penalty is paid by anyone who loves
that urn becomes a cavern
a split piece marginalized and indiscrete
a thick ennui of betraying alibi
as false as once true, as mocking as once honorable
stolen from the lamb, traded for affirmation
a solitary incarceration rests in weight
as concealment ravages what was left to pride
to tenant that escape one must be wiser than the will
braver than the blade, coarser than the sand
enabled verses the abominable
greater than the gods
who would be so wise to adhere to folly
who cannot counter the price to pay
variables that last out each originality
contrasts the splendor of smoke clearing
to add thesis that most of the time
the dead cannot rise
no more to the mischievous hamlet for penance
or redemption for ill disguised spite
to lay scorn or contrive hysterical homage
an intangible intrinsic motif cancels
a barter to match a fallacy
this nature remains untouched, these fields unplowed
waiting to propagate grace
as the last summer of youth harvests the spectrum
sight becomes revived
June 30, 2005
ШАМРО
excerpt from The Grey Fields revisited
© 2005 private stock poetry
ranch in suspence
©2007 woundedlordliterature
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