Glaciers

Glaciers

I was born son to glaciers of ice,

Brother to the west wind,

Singing a song of memory and change.

And as I walk the halls of snow, the rooms of steel,

I hold fast to the shadows that cloak the ruin,

And never chase the silence from the daylight,

And shake the floor of the world

In my lonely tantrums.

I am made the merchant of emptiness,

My currency the dew at the night’s edge.

Given dominion over the empty spaces

And taught that to rule is always sweet,

no matter the kingdom,

I haunt the concrete canyons.                                                    

In dreams I chase the inviting glow,

The glittering crowds and shimmering clouds

That tease the promise of redemption

And bring the pain of waking a dreamer with empty hands.

I am the wanderer of frigid spaces,

Drawn to seek dawn in distant skies, worn robes hanging,

Never, never standing before Heaven,

Singing  of flowers and thorns even through my tears,

King of the outer wilds,

East of the sun where the dreams fall dark.

In Temporary Twilight

I exist only in the moment after nightfall,

When the world thinks of Love and lovers of each other,

When chaos and order play at life

And the stars themselves are passion.

And somewhere, in this temporary twilight,

I am still holding you. Now and forever,

As it has so many breathless times before,

Eternity beats your name onto my soul.

There has never been anyone, no one like you,

You were my angel, your song echoing in my heart.

And as I think longingly of your eyes

My soul remembers how to dream:

I dream your tenderness held tight in my arms,

Your hand again in mine, my heart still in yours.

And under this night, so bright in my fantasy,

We are more than even we thought possible.

I dream of lost memories of forgotten love

Of truths never learned and lies never told,

But even submerged in this vision of crystal palaces,

I know that you are gone, and I awaken.

I wake, like I rise each morning,

Praying that my heart won’t call to you,

Knowing all the while that it will, as it has

Every since my lips first touched yours.

I awake to a world of coldness

Where the warmth of you lying next to me is a memory,

But that memory is all that sustains me

As I seek the clouds I last saw you dancing under.

"Go then. There are other worlds than these." - Stephen King, The Gunslinger

Cornerstone Reality

"You say you wanna go so we can both be free" -W/As My Girl, Maxwell 


I was cold within, without you, on that forgotten eve, by that lonely lake
As I reflected. And the water reflected the moonlight such that I could almost mistake
Silver light for icy rime, in the waves and my soul; and though not likely in that clime,
Somewhat more plausible than my wasted effort to stop your heart's retreat from mine.
Though, even after this space of time, sure I am that had I decided, heavyhearted, to go wading,
Instead of standing alone on that twilit Autumn/Winter shore lonely, longing, waiting,
Cold for want of Lost-Love's warming embrace, and had lost myself- dark frigid water enlaced-
Then, in that moment, would have been no more or less frozen than since I last kissed your face.

Street Song 6: Once Again Until Once More

We stand here together,

Once again,

Hand-in-hand and everything is beautiful.

We talk and we laugh just like before.

And then I see you talkin’ to that dude

That you know I got beef with.

So now I got questions,

And you givin’ the rolly-eye?!

And we back arguing

Just like we used to be.

Is this why we got back together?!

To yell and scream once again?

Until once more we realize what

We’re doin’ to each other,

And then it’s “Honey, I’m sorry”

And love is love, holdin’ hands and shit.

Man, I don’t know what I’da done

If I lost you this time,

But I didn’t so everything is cool

Once more until once again

Ya girls is tellin’ you that they seen me

In the mall with my son’s moms

And now you trippin’

Know what I mean? Tryin to flip on me?

Don’t you see the game is on?!

And Vick runnin' the ball?!

And anyway, my cousin said he think he thought

He saw you and your hoochie ass friends

In the club, you know that night you

Said your Moms was sick?

So what the deal?

Know what, matter fact, fuck that,

I’m goin back to my Moms an shit,

Get me a job, save some loot an

Get my own spot once more

Til once again I’m sittin’ here

Dealing with these girls that don’t mean

Shit to me just to keep my

Heart from feelin’ so damn empty.

Damn, I hear your voice in the wind

And I wish I could have you back

Once again. 

Love-Call (Beyond Hyperbolic Vertex)

I watch you, again,

As your sleeping soul rests,

And I feel my heart swelling

Again with Love for you

Almost against my will.

There is so much I’d pray for

As I stand here,                                                                  

But all my prayers are gone.

I asked God to let me find you and He did,

I sold my soul back to Him,

All my prayers (dreams) gone away,

To have you, and here you are.

If your understanding were mine,

You’d see my heart surrounding you-

This Love is all I have

You are the only Heaven I hope for

So I watch you, again,

As your sleeping soul rests

And long for the answer to my prayers

To answer my Love-call.

Status Migrainosus II: The Unlovely Smell of Oranges

She says "Dance a little dance with me".
She sings "Dream a little dream,"
And again I fall into the dark.


She holds me close as we dance,
My oldest friend,
As close as my memories of her
That stretch back in my mind almost as far
As the face of the quiet Hunter,
He who has always been my goal and my goad.
She holds me tight in the dark
And it is hot and we dance and we spin and spin.


She says "Dance a little dance with me.
Dream a little dream".
She sings in a language she has taught me
And again I fall into the dark.


My oldest friend,
As close as the lie in a lover's kiss
As we dance and spin and spin
In the darkness where everyone passing through 
Is limned in fading light
And the rising dark of our dance is
Intimate in every way.
We dance in the dark and know nothing of the world.


She sings only for me
And this is always her song:
"Dance a little dance with me, dream a little dream".
And all duty and desire fall away
As I fall into the dark.


Her perfume is oranges, likely blood,
As sweet and as sharp as Love's first kiss,
And it envelopes me as we dance,
Scenting my reality as we spin and spin
Through the waves and the valleys and the hot.
My oldest friend and I,
Together here at the bottom of the dark,
Where the world is  a memory
And there is only the dance.


I know that one day she will call,
In a voice of marmalade and cold wet earth,
And she will sing "Dance a little dance with me,"
And through my tears I will dance;
She will sing "Dream a little dream,"
And I know only her embrace;
And she will whisper, into the cups of my ears,
"Stay here, a while with me, in the dark,"
And all of my desires
And all of my hopes
And all of my breaths-
All of my equations- will fall to zero,
To the smell of oranges
As we spin and spin
And then spin no more.

The Riddle of Sand

I: Angel of Broken Stones

“So heavy the burden I bring with me from the past,

I doubt that I should make these vows for the future.”

                                                     – The Tale of Genji

I am the eater of days,

Father of the Indefinite roads of Time,

Consuming hourglass moments and sundial liquor.

As I let the ages run down a throat

Dry with ancestors dust and the heat of being,

I swallow sand and time,

Drinking dust

Drinking dust

Tasting in it steel and blood,

Diamonds and lead-

Sweet sepulcher wine.

I bring a song of kings and battles                                              

Sung in the voice of the outer world,

War and warriors all fall forgotten, water upon the sand

While my wings beat

And stir the other side of the light.

I am the arbiter of dreams,

Sender of the dark sundrinkers

That sail through the cold, impotent ashes

Left after the living fire of the Childe of Night

Turned the men of dust into the dust of men.

We seek the jewels of the desert, the roses of the sand.

Thoughts of Madness

The darkened tunnels have been traveled,

And the castles are no more;

The riverbeds are dry and empty,

And the birds no longer soar;

The deep dark forest are all cut down,

And there’s a lock on every door.

The sky has been made clear and bright

And there is no sign of rain;

The machines of death have been laid to rest

And no one remembers the pain;

The world’s going right to Heaven or Hell

And the mad shall lead the sane.

The world has moved on, and on again,

As I move towards madness,

For this sphere of life holds for me no joy,

But neither is there sadness.