Category Archives: Art

Tempest

spells of infernal debate
as half-bred sheep bleating
temper’d scorch
joust furiously for Celestial Harem
all unsted suitors rout’d
into rabid stampede

hear th’ unholy choir from the Post?
souls of afterdeath scourg’d
unmercifully
their waxes perspiring to infinite
swarms of disharmony
even towards the self?

Forecast?

a dromedary I’ve become
on what’s left
of ice and sea

‘twas this another cycle
by Nature’s hand?

or by industry
and a turbulent cloud
by covetous ancients
who cared only
for their own lifetime?

Fervor

condens’d our heats
so oestrual surfaces hardly themselves
       touch’d
     though touch’d hardly
and vaporized—
ourselves to smell
ourselves to taste
inhaling too those fragrances—
to cradlerock erotic turbulence
  aground ‘neath bottomless depths
where render penance frozen forms
       forgiven—
by summer’s eye grac’d their fleshly souls

       hear, our future’s ear!
of today
a more fertile echo
and this amorous passionate peace renew—
      again by your offspring
                     reecho…
                  and again…
pray, lovers keep us till tomorrow’s end

Lucky Me

to be me
Then…
again

how awesome
for even
one grant’d wish

to
the pleasure
the pliancy
the plainness
of Youth

rush runging
the ladder
to seize Hereafter

to
the laggard
the lapse
the languidness
of Eldership

but
for the Life
that I Love—
for the Love
of my Life—

I’ll keep Today’s harvest

Our Blessings Counted

like grand sequoian spires
so too thru time’s diverse cadence
endures heart-sprung joy

arm in arm
from friendships
to cosmic riddles
to labors of corpus and thought
to spirits bruis’d and tearful laughs
           to solitary retreats

‘tis our love’s fault

 

Subway Siesta

eyes in the clouds
chin on my chest
shoulders rocking side to side                              
from along straightaways
against curves
so many screeches
so many clackety-clacks
so many loudspeaker voices
years of underground reverie
of subconsciousness
always awakening me
on time
at my destination

Offerings

more than decor

commital sacred
to Mother Earth
her sufferings
to release

to better Rebirth
to aspire

drawing all worthy eyes
to Meditation
to Devotion

to the Triple Gem
of Time’s essence

Windows

congenial black holes
welcome mats to mysteries

perhaps th’ other side
of the world
or th’ universe
or another time

or a looking glass
from unseen eyes
curious of us

at our sadness
about what was so much more
in its youth

about our wonderment
at its aging gracefully
by Nature’s witching wand

Kloof Nek to Hout Bay

two meandering souls

a quiet sail
a breeze with eyes focus’d
straight ahead

destin’d to collide
into each other’s arms

a swim to enjoy
in anxious waters

or maybe to chase a lost ball
emblazon’d with the portrait
of a child kyodo

while dreams the steersman
of a cosmic night
with Twelve apostles
in his wake