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Canvas Me Kiss
I have heard
music
I have seen poems in mist's so mystic
I
remember the heartache
I remember the joy
I will
find my manifested stones by the shores of my art
I will
reimagine the thrones carrying me there
The subtle winds
and arcs of peaceful light
I have smelled flowers and the
very air before a rainfall,
I have dreamt of colors
I
will embrace the rays of somber sobriety and zenith's of
propriety
I will become humble again and fragile as I bow
to welcome another canvas dance with brushes of my chance
This
canvas me kiss, this wishing I fish, I fish
I have
smelled rainfalls and flowers after the very air was reborn.
Urban Prairie Hymn No. 1
I am a
priveleged son of this Urban Prairie
a beaten song I
stitch and carry,
to remember long the mist I marry.
Give
me a tune from the sky
and the rune I choose from the
random rains I chase
through the random rains I have no
pains to ponder
just hungry stains of squander
I
will sit here on this mountain of memory calling out to you,
I
will sing to the song that has given me my Earth,
now
only blessings to give Birth.
I
Dreamt an Archer Stood Singing
I
dreamt an archer stood singing
for the earth and his
arrows born bringing
his focus toward rainbows heard
ringing
his new promise of music and meaning
Yet
on stages made round
his freedom was found
beside
winds
whirling bright where he's leaning
and with
patience aglow
his reflection will show
a new
grace
for the past he is cleaning
O Symmetry of Light
O Symmetry
of
light come
comfort me
tonight so that I
may
honor sure
your tender folds
of white they curl
round
my eyes and
swirl through the
lies of modern
man's
elusion
smiling with
insight
Just
walk
with me an hour
and dance into the
shower
of the
falling water's
power O symmetry
of
light indulge
me in your
flight and know I
long
for wings to
give birth to
feathers bold
enough
to sing as
they whirl through
the sheer
molecules
you
bring and know I
long for trees
to
embrace your
hues dividing me
and healing who I
am
Becoming
Clean
Becoming clean
remembered
scene
I am alone in this
rock band until the
crow
picks up my
strings until I hear
a wave that sings
I
am crashing
reborn and unto
you
And
you being land
are my friend on
the sand O show
me
where to stand
offer art and take
my hand for I am
dreary
and leary
of man's lust I am
hungry for clouds
I
am thirsty for
trust show me
where to pray
again
to reclaim
my heart and lay
again where safe
fields
of green
remember true the
stars
The Corridors of My Yearning
I
have wandered through the
corridors of my yearning
to
long to feel the embers of
her burning
Old stars
the wish in paintings
now returning
I will sing
for
my food
carry clouds
to cleanse the crude and
foster
proud a dreaming mood
as I wander through the wonder
kissing
rainbows drawing
thunder
where a sunbeam sets my
heart aglow
there is time there is
time there
where
we know
our
emotions
in
meditation
and our motions of
celebration
let
us
radiate our hearts
On
Evening December
I asked my
brother
to smell
the crimson dust
the twilight's mist
and
rust these
rains of phrase
coerce my path to
lust
I throw my
obsiddion thunder
wailing I
will
still hold the
canvas and the
scroll the
mountain
and its
soul I will walk
another day on
paths
of melodic
color a familiar
cloud to part the
beaming
I
will pray to see
the dreaming the
picture and its
seeming
, so see
thy orbit grace thy
wonderous
moving
place until
we are covered in
sun and resting
on
evening December
Utitled Winter
Artwork Poem
We have been
blessed
by
branches
invisible, the
sun's symmetry
and
hues a miracle_,
we have painted
our
faith and pray
as the winter
warms our art we
say
...
Thank you to
those that see
and seek
our gifts
these extensions
of our
emancipation.
Excerpt from "Lost
Souls in the Fish Bowl":
What
Makes A Man by Jeremy Silas
What makes a man doubt himself
stare at his own lone
reflection
walk endless miles
circle back
then repeat it for generations to come
Why, we always
ask
what is in our grasp
Mr this and that
lables follow fables
modern man jurrasic still
yes, a listless bitter few complain
New boundaries
broken
heaven helpless waiting
My Mother carries
pain
My baby brother reminds me constantly
of
how and who to be
We are mallable still
thought
I was majestic
hope low
love low
as low
as a pasty hangover
low like a purple shower
stagnating summer sun
sweat dips down
this
cardboard dingy town
where I am left just hangin around
dreamin of leavin
of makin it
of starving
staggering slowly to the top
just when you think you're
up
on an answer in your life
you're not
you are spun
Deja Vu
you are spent
Deja
Vu
black burnt backbeats droning
I'm cotton
I'm wool
I'm comfort able
with my writing table
attic scene
pondering possibilities for tomorrow
writing in my writing space
unshaven sculpted face
masks and labels identify with nothing
realize you are
nothing
realize you are everything
skeletons
still holding
souls are hybernating
dreaming of
play
flying fashionably
filming frequently
wells wishing
wanting some big answer
find me a
fragile
futile
piece of the here and now
fat can
crazy unshaven man
saturn falls
shooting stars
so many seconds
time winks and
shattered are we all
doomed music score
dense
candy store without selection
sent to the corner once
more
once penniless
once
but no more
no more men
just throw me in
and please lend
a vision
to what makes a man.