Green-Theme 1
September 12, 2007

At the beginning
Lines and leaves are unfurling
Green lights up the words  

Love Bourne-Theme 2
September 13, 2007

The love bourne by the breast of the purest child
Is for the light and the wonder of the sun and the colours of the rainbow
Those that remained in the wake of truth are many
Among these are they who began poetry

The love bourne by the breast of the open man
Is for the abstract stars and the arms of the angel that keeps new thoughts to him
The triumphs thus gained by this world are many
Among these is the life of a great poem

The love bourne by the breast of the forest girl
Is only for the charity that falls from the sky and from the tongue of greatness walking
The losses sustained by this world are many
Among these is the death of a great poet  


Part One of a Genesis-Theme 3
September 13, 2007

White, the lover of clouds, fractions into
   Red, orange, yellow, fire without smoke
Green, blue, indigo, depths without a chill
   Violet, the iris lit in vitality as a gift

Shine, the fury of unbridled glory
   Bright, ray, shadow, ingenuity in beams
Halo, energy, vibrance in the silhouette
   Yin yang, the difference lit in majesty as a scale


Truth, the school of thought illuminating
   Clear, define, reveal, horizons worth faith
Magnify, a study of the unparalleled known
   Contrast, balances worth the unknown

Eyes, that which is provided for, receives
   Gift, beauty, art, that entertain the lens
Treasure, radiant with the sense of shade
   Unmeasured potential in saturation of the mind

   The functions of light  


Part Two of a Genesis-Theme 4
September 19, 2007

Black 
  is the end of stained glass
It is full to the brim   of shade
  in the peace beneath the tree
Within the grey  and ebony
There dance the fears that cannot fade

Dark,
  the beauty of unspoiled secret
It is the essence of   the cloud
   sailing so peacefully
Over the river  and the sea
There echoes a voice in the shroud


Mage
  is the founder of shadow
She is the keep to   mystery
  in the beads and gems kept
Within the wonder,   might leapt
There lingers unraveled majesty

Wind,
  the child given to chaos
Forever consumed by gravity
   in the merit of sunless
Over the joy of dusk  tenebrous
There sleeps sweet calamity

In absence of light  


I Have Not-Theme 5
September 20, 2007

O, heart
Relinquish your joys and sorrows
Rest on hope to bring tommorrow
I have not
Always words, for the stars, and the sun
And the moon, for I am wind and cloud
As fickle as sea and as free as meadow
But always shall I dance for you

O, heart
Remember my arms and embrace
Take the faith that we shall triumph to a new place
I have not
Always calm, or justice, or patience
Or long strength, for I am dust and spark
As brittle as glass and as thin as shadow
But always shall I smile for you

O, heart, I have not the wisdom to bring us sanctuary,
But always shall I love you  


Separation-Theme 6
September 20, 2007

Why,            the uncertainty in speaking
   why.                   and flying

Why do I even try   to escape 
these feelings
  These things that bind me, break me, make me

I.
It's a contention;
Where I'm called to be
and where my heart cries out to go
II.
It's a prevention;
When my soul runs and runs
I'm tied to this earth, to this place, to this quest
III.
Warring intentions;
Now I'd fly to you,
Here I'm pulled, I'm done, screaming God only knows


Nigh,      the imminence of waking
   nigh.              and dreaming

Nigh is my darkest day   the day that
dawns my terrors
These things that overturn, fill my mind


IV.
Contending intentions;
When my soul runs   and runs
    and my heart cries out to you
I'd fly but I'm  tied  to shades of grey
I'm done unto black and white, and to Fates
                 God only knows


High,      the separation of dying
   high.            and living

High flies the banner, the might
towering above me
This grace I can't even touch with such hands  


Blind-Theme 7
January 9, 2008

I cannot see heaven
Knowing golden arms are pressed open
Thrust outward by the light of justice
The consuming center welcoming the zealot
Along with the tax collector

I see only children
Feeling their walk and misery
Brought to blood by doubt dashing faith
The humanity striving and creating heroes
As well as villains

I only hear beyond
Sightlessly finding something
Built by angels and demons brick by brick
Towers risen for men in golden spires
But miracles written for a philosopher king

I only know animals
Understanding the circle of life
And the struggle for survival laid down
By a master builder and gentle healer
Is he a lion or a lamb?