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The New World

27 Aug


Chains passing by chains and ocean waves crashing on familiar rocks made for a haunting song of departure. Faces strange and tongues unknown made myth tangible and myth makers, fortune tellers. Why had we been invaded? Weapons had not been sharpened nor raised in offense. We had always welcomed newcomers and saw them on their way. Our land had been ours. Did we not realize error? Distant landscape and wide sky that had been witnessed from inception, are they now in recall? Had we angered the gods and interrupted natures flow?

Had monstrous vessels bobbing on our seas been sent for to devour our wrongdoing and make us whole again? Would we go back to our lands renewed and free of transgressions? That would not be our circumstance and we would never go back.

The people we had known, land we nurtured, the animals we had stalked, the trees and valleys, the mighty falls of water, even the moon and stars would be left behind. The spirit and love of a people would now be damned and waterlogged, with salty air mashing in with illness, sickness and lightless confusion and roughness of no more. We had been left behind and what was taken was now malleable and meaningless and would come to mark the end of this world. They had given birth to a breached, stillborn, bastard that would bring nothing but deep, deep destitution and alienation that would be etched in the stone tables of time. We had arrived to the new world.


14 Jun

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I have exhausted my store of happiness?

It seems my joy has come and gone, I am a person out of time, born to late.

I reach out to take hands that are already full, hearts at capacity, she is spoken for and taken.

I fallen out of synchronicity with desires and needs, I no longer have the ability to distinguish a tree from the forest.

The heart wants want the heart wants and it cares not for details nor significant others, it does not recognize dogged structure.

I am being held hostage by the beautiful unavailable, that now seeks unmentioned ransom.

Will I be a one man show in a one act play, untuned instruments,will I find hands not full, hearts with space for a lonely traveler?

There be a warm spot next to me, waiting and wanting to be filled by she, that flower that needs a little help blossoming.

Is this wicked karma paying visits to the uninitiated who have forgotten past transgressions and unadulterated affair?

Good times indeed come and go, I guess I’m left waiting for the return, waiting for this light that shines from my heart to pierce this perfect darkness and find she who’s heart light has pierced perfect darkness.

I won’t pretend to be on bent knee waiting for she that this Earth does not know, passing season while she that this Earth does know waits for me.

No more sitting by closed window in candlelight as if waiting on payment due, I will move out to collect.

Though unavailable does not make she unlovable.