Muted Sirens

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , on May 24, 2019 by dustus

Ulysses stuffed both ears with wax
Stood up with body tied to mast
Muted Sirens floating past
Homeward to Penelope

To face a lot of drunken suitors
That bunch of pillaging fucked up losers
Who knew not what he had endured
While she remained his life’s reward

Through bloody war
Held captive plight
His missing piece each lonely night
Kept him determined to reach his goal:
A joyous reunion of two lost loving souls

 

Intergalactic Outsider

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , on May 17, 2019 by dustus

Under dying light of cyclic eve
When dry wind susurrates howling
Sifting through wavering palm fronds
Scuttling runaway road sand

My heart beats thudding rapidly
Mind racing from adrenal glands

Because it’s one’s will in time
Considering thought nonlinear
Tangential to affixed biology
So often illusive; dreamlike in clarity
An ineffable sound to invisible muse
In retrospect when hindsight deafens
Fear itself that I must lose…

Ambling through proverbial minefields
With tennis rackets for sensible shoes

Teetering on edge of fraught intensity
…each knotted fibrous sinew
…each entwining charged synapse
From grey to darkest matter shocking
Until perception slips…
From moist tenuous grasp

Love animates our very blood
Born to further ancestral collapse
As we live upon revolving earth
While aiming for space to finally crash

 

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , on May 15, 2019 by dustus

Love is most nearly itself
When here and now cease to matter.

T.S Eliot (from Four Quartets) 1941

A Silent Song

Posted in love, mental illness, Poetry with tags , , , , , , on May 10, 2019 by dustus

Crestfallen sighs to mirror waves
Lost mind to discontented days
Wasting breath from burning chest
Most welcome trove of treasured death

Smooth pebbled shore, beached jellyfish
Acts of cutting ties and….

Past life drowning under surface
Found paradise and don’t deserve this….

Love where once I thought self gone
To die alone, a silent song
Subject to scorn self letting down
The walls which isolate one’s sound

 

Tie-dying clouds

Posted in haiku, Poetry, Short Poems with tags , , , , on May 7, 2019 by dustus

Sun showers twilighthaiku
Sky molten cools deliquesced

Spanish Moss weeping

 

Posted in faith with tags , on April 30, 2019 by dustus

“But He knows the way I take; When He has tried me, I shall come forth as gold.”

Job 23:10 

Posted in life, mental illness, novel on April 15, 2019 by dustus

“And it seemed to him now that he had been so ill earlier because he had been able to love nothing and no one.”

Hermann Hesse (Siddartha)

Posted in I never knew you, love on April 9, 2019 by dustus

“Sensible people find nothing useless.”
— Jean de La Fontaine

(Quote used by my grandmother.  East Side High School, 1931)