Divine Players
October 8, 2007

Clamour of the insect
Proclaims and boasts each name
Gossips like dogs and seeks interest
The music is happy and tame

Valour of the chestnut
Rests with no fear of flame
Endures with no fight for justice
The wisdom is beyond the frame

Glamour of the downcast
Lined eyes lie without shame
In the wake of strange disaster
Fake tears begin to sound the same

Vigour of the restless
Ponders forever the aim
Defies the complacent faithless
Wanders and dives into the claim

Wonder of the ageless
Defeats the rules and game
When children are the divine players
And transcend illusions of blame
When blue infusions grasp
At the streaming code of a name

When open souls are stainless
And capture the moon in a flame
When open eyes are painless
And capture their blood in a frame
When open hearts are gainless
And capture the love in a game

When children dance with angels
And Apollo takes his aim  


Solstice Haiku
December 16, 2007

When wanted nowhere
The cold shadows are rising;
Temptation conquers

She wants to bleed out,
light prevents her with bright clouds;
The blade never falls  


Religious Type
December 16, 2007

This separation
                                                               is death  


Solstice to Equinox to Death
December 16, 2007 

Spring to birth me
Suckled at its breast
Encircled in fronds for an embrace
Naked like a jay bird

Summer to harden me
Growing up in the light
Harvesting in the gold and learning
Tanned like good leather

Fall to adorn me
With leaves of yellowed pages
And crow's feet on my face
Coloured like a banquet

Winter to bury me
Killing me with cold
Solitude in a pure grave
Light like my empty soul


Old Friend
January 9, 2008

There's an old dog in the old yard
Behind the red brick house
Under the grey sky and the dark clouds
that match the silvering in his whiskers

Nobody sees the old dog
Nobody feeds the old dog
He once protected a man from harm
But, like any debt not demanded
The man forgot the debt and forgot the dog

You can see the old dog's ribs
You can see every bone in his leg
You can see the hope in his old, brown eyes
Sad, hopeful brown eyes staring out of his greying face

Nobody sees the old dog
Much in the way that an old barn on an abandoned lot
Is left to crumble and fade as paint peels and nails rust
He is left to solitude, keeping the watch as he starves away
Still loyal as the years add on to his grey beard and old scars

Nobody sees that old dog as the years break his heart
Left in the cold through the winters of season
As well as the winters of neglect
Like a child left behind waiting
The old dog keeps watch
And wags his tail at a friend