Art by Norman E. Masters
1/22/96
gallop!
gallop!
gallop!
Gal up.
the horizontal / vertical
spiral reach
of flowers always
scent of my memories (across time)
of her. (along tear-tracks)
We are. We were. We will be.
We are life!
We act the child.
We populate the forests of our psyches!
We reflect upon lakes of time.
distant trumpets
articulate
all lost causes.
distant trumpets bring judgement
upon us all.
Distant trumpets create
new beginnings.
Can you hear the Distant trumpets
while you play your trumpet?
echo.
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1/23/96
touchtones
The solar flare
of my awakening
frightened me so much
that
I
allowed my self to
re-experience it.
Oh my Soul!
The breadth of the Dance!
pitter patter
paths of color
the Aurora beckons me
try again!
try again!
Each teardrop
in the ocean of our lives
Makes a difference
Even,
if only
to the flowers in the fields,
each teardrop quenches!
Oh
my memories
of dandelion fluff
when I tried,
when I became.
I stepped upon / was lifted
by the wind
set free!
Drifting in possibilities
so many of me to touch the Earth,
speak to the Sun
and dance in the Star-lit Night!
Oh
my memories
when
I tried.
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Question
why
must we
at times
terrorize ourselves
for a failed expectation,
trying to re-create an experience
giving it a new spin
a better outcome
certain
that then we can soar with the wings
of comfort?
Look up from your lilypad
see yourself loop the loop
toward a new perspective.
Dear Self.
1/24/96
thirst sequence
changelings,
my lost causes.
changelings,
my lost opportunities.
changelings,
my lost loves!
colossus
the abyss of freedom
I choose for myself!
an oh so public, decision.
the overgrown retreat, now unseen.
No turning back!
High steppin' freedom
the social/judgemental eye.
Do you, believe the things
you tell yourself?
Burst the bubble, if you choose;
nothing is etched in stone,
the stone of your fears
the abyss of your freedom.
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Distant bonds
and
Distant friendships
sow the filaments of time.
How many stepping-stones before
one reaches
Nirvana?
The
promised
state
of
being.
Strut in anticipation,
longing,
then
continue on your way.
thoughts and actions
Across the threshold
of laughter
and uncertainty
step lively now
turn that doorknob
continue on.
compass points
bail bail bail
Row Row Row
the longitude of my reach
the lattitude of my efforts.
Bail!
Bail!
Bail!
Row!
Row!
Row!
up Sail
God Speed.
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mirror writing.
From the upbeat crucible of talent
they were blessed with body language.
motionless surface tension
Mercury / silver / platinum
Make an offering!
Buff the sheen.
Metronome.
Do you
Remember?
How
to
survive failed relationships
into
new friendships?
The truths of ancient cores
do not always create new scores.
batons and cymbals
the clash of laughter
endless recycling
shuffle the notes
threads of light
spiritual debate
on gossamer wings
I take flight
through the roof
Not with hoof
I cross the golden shine
and leave the Earth behind
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teeter-totter
Today's Lesson :
Burdens of the World!
to increase the weight upon your shoulders
bend down lower so that we can place
more upon your back.
Nose to the ground -- don't sneeze, for
you might disturb our
footing upon you.
Be of service with a smile!
Listen to the straw boss!
Follow today's program.
You are not responding!
Why?
Of course, you can carry another hundred
pounds of guilt!
Brink.
Tsunami of Spirit.
Oh my goodness,
may the spirit of peace flow through me.
I bought a transcendental coloring book.
But the pages are all blank!
Why is that?
Not even a word!
Help! I need a mantra for protection
against
happy-go-lucky spirits.
What image do I place in my thoughts
towards truth?
Should I swagger?
Do I pirouette?
Clothes of silk?
Flowers in my hair?
I turn the blank pages... wait! what's this on
the last page? :to be
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