Monday, June 28, 2021
Sunday, June 27, 2021
Friday, June 25, 2021
Monday, May 24, 2021
Sunday, May 23, 2021
Dear one, my love, thou sunshine, I know I stare at you, forgive my wonder
Sweet laughter and thy love, thou art mine
You may have seen many years, but you are the younger
How I wish I could speak when only I can sigh
How have I come to deserve your smiles, the love-look in your eye?
Music summons us to dance, your lordship, so graceful and strong
Enchanting are thy ways, I was once frail, remained a messenger of song
As you are now, I, with my thin hands trust them in yours somehow
You are my love, and thy love
Shall make all that is least more than enough
In a pond of luck, luckiest still as deep wells of song
In a sea of gold, dreamed upon summer's breath
The willows of kingdom afar, rhymes or lament from a poem of long
You've been the knight fair and true, and all sorrows I've left
The treacherous dungeons dark, against you, cannot even hold death
And for whatever riches there were in world before or could ever be
Thy heart swells beyond any treasures, boundless and so free
O'er a meadow, one thousand leagues, and a million streams
You bring heaven's sweeping touch
The starlight on high has been next to me so much
And how could I count all the hours or ages with you long ago?
When verily forever is the timeless span I would stay
Why am I, to thee, a vision so fair, a winter without cold?
I shall tread with only love into thy path, thy way
A wondrous cloud of light and marble strength, I pray
Gentle voice, I hearken to over any distance, and greetings warm
Thy lordship plays the land in a soft whisper at the call of storm
Thus to love that to be, thy love for a fragile bird such as me
A stronghold of steadfast bliss
Thy ways have leapt past all times that have gone amiss
The cause of your love has loosed the the soaring spirit and set me free
Ages ago, I was but a shell from unknown depths of the sea
Thy love is all to me, the ages know not, there is no whenever
Ages now on, I hold fast to thee and thus dwells oneness forever
Saturday, May 22, 2021
Sunday, March 21, 2021
What I want...is a wind, to carry a rippling of blossom fair to you
Where you take in for a moment the flowing of creation
What I want is a seagull that sounds its cry and fly with you
And you would feel the sea with only wonder and fascination
I want a flame to burn beside your heart
You'd find that there could never be a touch of cold
In the sunbeams that peek through clouds you'll see
Beyond their tales, you would hear what they have told
I want the deepest ocean to send you its secrets
So then you can know how deeply I care
The longest of path and river and wind-stream
Carry you on safe travels everywhere
I want whatever wings hover in skies, splash them with color
So that in some way you may find your dreams once more
I want to know of the hummingbird that may sing its song
And songs of sunshine that you once knew before
Though it seems I'm wanting, truly my heart gives
Travel safe, traveler, yet I feel it's not enough
What things I want in wishing on such for you
It was you who'd given me all from your love
I want the mountains to find every strength you need
The helplessness of stray crumbling rock oft made old eyes teary
And a million stars must give way in stellar grace
In energies from which you wouldn't feel weary
Of all things endless I'd give you, all the words I speak
What I want, the most and above all
Is that you would live in a smile, and find the ways you seek
Past remnants of haze and upon dreams I call
Is this not life, what I want is yours evermore
Placed within longing, and unto every shore
What I want is a wind to carry high frequencies forth
What is it that could be asked in the forevermore?
Friday, March 19, 2021
A gray hat and a gray head, and in gray he was clad.
And he had nothing to hold, nothing to do.
Having nothing of pan, nothing of house but a pass through.
To sleep away from the cold, he could yet find a way.
He took gray pieces of cloth and placed care in their fray.
And one night he stirred and heard a bell ring.
Though it was faint, barely clear in the soft night appearing.
It rang with a magical sound, like a glimpse of faraway.
And the bell ceased not, as it sang its strange note to play.
As the bell rang in its lucid echoes, there came a man,
And he said to the gray man; Take this gray tree,
It grows easily the softest gray leaves.
And the gray man thanked him and he was glad.
The next twilight, the bell ringing in the distance.
A gray visitor brought the gray man a steed, without resistance.
And in those gray nights, the gray man obtained many things.
And in each night that bell rang, he thanked the bell that rings.
The gray velvet of the steed, the gray growing leaf,
From his new window, a thankfulness swelled inside.
In the air, from his gray chair, he gave thanks to his life.
And in the gray night, he surrendered love to his belief.
During the gray day, and into the evening he heard the bell.
Yet this time it was more beautiful than he could tell.
It carried a magic like trumpets, harps, and singing.
And the gray man stood still and heard more than the ringing.
And then the Lord came to him and said; Take my hand.
The smallest spark of light began from the grain of sand.
The gray leaves slowly showed a vibrant glistening green.
The edges of dwelling seemed lifted from shadow, finally seen.
A small ember glowed with yellow in shades of fire's hue.
And gold and amber brightened upon a sudden reveal of sky's blue.
The steed became a velvet brown and soft white, with eyes deep.
And the meadows sprawled out in all directions with dewy pink.
And in the night that fell, the indigo of its tone was beheld.
The walls of shade, that was once in the gray,
Fell away in the eyes of the man who would pray.
A release of something he had yet to know why he so dwelled.
And the man had a red coat, and a bright silver crown.
And he had emerald eyes and radiant rose in his face and brow.
Rainbows ran deep and ran in heights almost to white.
Reaching through space dark and into the light.
The music that he heard rang now far into the night,
Voids swept away, God loves so, and all things faded,
...He made bright.
Saturday, March 13, 2021
Wednesday, February 10, 2016
Swinging, waltzing like a pendulum above restless seas
I was cast away, I was alone and yet won't stay
We've shared a hellish realm, walked with deathly feet
If only for the night that was so blended with the day
Lunar face, I have looked upon thee
Feeling, sensing my desires being drained from me
I cared not, I wished not and yet I lived through
I came back to reckoning and harbored watery depths
Because my soul was deep and mingled with you
If I'm cast away, or the tale I write decays
It will not matter up against such a luminous haze
I will not be counted, never alive in crater or dune
As if a ghost in white as pale as hollow beams
For it would be the wish and ever the way of Lune
Your crater dust, your deathly stare has robbed me
Of everything I hold dear, a life elsewhere being
An ocean's ebb my witness of what was once; the sea
And dust flowing like strands into a Solar plume
And cloaking the uncontained air of night's deity
I'm lost upon a dead surface, where the vacuum is time
And it turns so quickly and aging so rapidly, years combine
Taking away every breath until intertwined with the moon
Numbing every pulse until it no longer recalls gravity
An empty, painless death, the lunar host beckons all too soon
Monday, February 8, 2016
If I knew the name of this course, if I knew the name of this pathway,
In this orbital plain, I'd sense the possible return voyage.
And I'd name it the once traveled unknown,
I'd name it the way into alien darkness alone.
Mirages of matter seem broken off from another age.
Now approaching the sole moon in the extreme outer arm of brown dwarves.
The stunning numbing vastness haunt this space like ominous lords.
This place where no place is but thick solitude in dense empty black.
Canyons of shadow hide giants of argon, then fall.
I observe and count in stellar seconds, legends recall,
This oppressing stillness that mocks back.
A sun collapsed long ago, still the soothing blankets of unfolding mass,
Creep by the sides of the slowest moving elements as they pass.
How could it ever end, this bleak course, this field of cluster's cloud?
Single layers of light emit out of dense star,
And they cast eerily upon carved planets afar.
The lone moon as the dead host on this round.
I've seen the flicker of stars shine while awake.
In this long pathway, I continue and yet break.
A dream I hold that if I view out beyond,
I could see the markers out from surrounding arms,
That close in from billion mile ultraviolet palms.
Oh why has no time passed through in so long?
Inverted now the wavelength slinks away strangely.
Can I see the expanse where it has gone? Maybe vaguely.
The angle isn't the same and the mantle's scattered.
Awry, amiss and backwards flow, what does it mean?
The sole purpose is merely to navigate unafraid of the unseen.
So through alien darkness wherefore discovery mattered.
And though the smallest square distance came to one.
And its full range calculated into safe override and run,
Something keeps pulling the magnetic sides away.
I fear this was one way, cautious maneuvers where no danger exists.
Cautious strands of time ticked out from ship's micro disk.
The very isolation has covered all but the dismay.
The dullest of traces of xenon and dust,
Fall just outside the gravitational metals that rust
I remember soft nights inside earthen chambers deep,
The way fires lit the walls of ancient brick and stone.
And only time seemed the pale force haunting me all alone.
The alien slumber I thought that I'd sleep.
Any change out there sometimes reminded me of shifted core.
That one day in its own time I'd again greet, as before,
The ways of endless void and voyage too long.
I view out beyond, small light echoes with pulsar.
If I could name this pathway I'd name forgetfulness in dead star.
Sadness in cold moon, and alien darkness where no soul could belong.
Sunday, February 7, 2016
The flight of a thousand wings thundering through airs of vibrant cloud
It was bright and the strength of golden light matched the trumpet loud
Far off glory was felt within the very layers of the richly covered ground
Long the walls stood, for ages the sky shone favorably there
Song never ceased, wonder played melody upon the air
Laughing was the clear ringing from hills of majesty and places so fair
Time turned happily from corners where only harmony would dare
Within its shielded place, a shadow found a way, for it was at length
Grim color came upon once blue sky and the blue was gone away
If feather fall struck from heaven's wing, it drifted also without strength
And a rolling tide came upon shores to drown the marble where it lay
Crushed under the weight of darkness, the overhung clouds in disarray
For an ill tide had turned and fate was beyond its former day
Corners echoed mournfully, the hillside seemed to tell of dismay
The structure fell and with it came down the glory of its true way
Now there swayed a quiet field of grass that whispered of loss
Thick clouds of storm ever brew over gray sides of wall and forest moss
A deepening glow of something radiant has only died with the last frost
Over a steep span of time, there have been but moments of pause
In the silent passes of soft nights, under the covert shade of distress
There are few that remember the sunlight, and string fragments of a nest
And within memory still lives the touch of gentle forest's caress
Though in mournful phrase repeated as if the words may mean less
In silence there passes again another dark night and tear may fall
It'll begin to startle the heart's longing into awareness and recall
And there one sits, bent over a scattered remnant, a broken piece of wall
There one sits, solemn and worn, one handful of dust, alone in the hall
But in those eyes there's a sparkle, a comfort from unknown reaching
And so from another handful of dust hope began to wake, slow yet unceasing
The pieces, though small are placed in a pattern then, started meeting
Soon they fell into a place, now the corner of solitude's more pleasing
I know how small it seems, I have barely made out the shape of notion obscure
But from a distant heap of rubble and erratic upheaval the pattern was sure
As one now continues in one's languorous task, but with purpose and contour
Without a thought to an overhanging gloom, emerging now it begins to be pure
Upon just this, the faintest of all in a world darkened by ill fate
Was this a beginning, now to suffer the mangled dream broken by pain
To hold onto hope of the promise of onward path, for sacrifice had made
Here a corner was formed from ashes, from nothingness, from wall decayed
From the sky and from over the clouds there broke through, a beam
So upon the corner a new light shone and it slowly filled outward, it'd seem
The hillside wove a blanket of green, the rains had become warm, to redeem
And in the sky the shades of all umbra of night gave their dream
Through time and roundabout journey, although slow was the treading and wait
A sense of understanding, sadness and forgiveness stirred at every gate
But in that humble aura of nothingness, of standing full of willing trait
All stones crumble off a solid, firm structure that you create
That whatever be in total emptiness, it's the soul that can rest
The heart that can feel the cries from a battered and long torn crest
It was the foresight to know that nothing is lost forever, although a guess
It was determination to carry on when all else seemed to go into death
The elements of sorrow and then the selflessness of heavy heart
The building of a sense of worth in what was regarded as the bleak afar
Under doubtful resolve, uncertain path and some unseen design and part
A structure made whole, and within a soul the memory of loss can mar
To build something from nothing, recalled back from a long gone age
Of something that no one would dare dream in a blissful haze
Structure manifest from inside, notwithstanding the outside place
Find treasure in lost hints of courage, of long enduring blaze
And it happened, it burst forth like the dawn of a new time, on soft cloud
Great walls stand again, somewhere phrases of song can be heard aloud
How the whole structure returned again, twinkling in a flash, in a sound
A wonder was alive again by a deed where the renowned spirit was found
© Iggy 2000
In a space of wooded retreat and silence, I had been afraid
The wastelands are far off where harsh winds of boreal blow high
Darkness surrounds every corner, I couldn't see if shadows were moving
I'd gone away then returned when I felt the stones were dead cold
And found no disturbance amid the vivid azure, and the night soothing
But here within wooded retreat your spell falls upon hidden circle
If I'd been frozen in a dream within subtle hour and beam, I'd sense it
In silent wait, outside dusty horizon of ochre, your sighs in black and purple
For the passage of time was a long pause, a mute lead to creaking door
I have gone through, giving no thought to the opposite
Of another realm outside the solid walkway or the other side of the shore
In the arms of a storm and half its edges beyond, shades of the deep
I grasp the overgrown vines of aged wall and break the secrets therein
Alluringly drawn on parallel paths, strand and shell my hand to keep
We share the diverse paths, we lingered inside conversations, in long spans
Where not a word was uttered, out there on the borders beyond oblivion
In dreams undead, cunningly knowing how to navigate the massive lands
But here in the soft, dark green of new night, a long course of hours remain
A quiet phrase that echoes seemingly near secret chords, of a distant song
I was astonished that you made vanish the cold, shaded cover of wind and rain
No mere sleight of hand that embraces the fires with a pace of rapid beat
Smooth as glass, liquid as pool and humidity as the angles show in the light
Silent depths of blackness fulfilled the obscurity of wooded retreat
The world of waters and green is in disguise, it changes then you realize it's another
It's the same one you knew, but not the one you recall knowing, or one you viewed
Sand and rock form walls that have spaces carved in, was anyone there? You wonder
The world of deserts and red is an illusion, as you see it, for it's really part of a way
There are these sub-existences to them all, there are characteristics so strange
So beguiling but you knew none of it was real, but yet it was, just no words to say
We're in this world, part of its being, of song lifting on ambiguous plains and seas
Casting spells and chants learned back when messages were only what winds could carry
Deep are the wells of wondering, that clearing ways past tombs of old is done with ease
We'll hide in mists not for fear but for time, if we cannot find connecting doors
Streams of flame just outside moon's reach, causing it to turn retrograde
Our delight of unknown pathway, and drained against magnetic cores
You guard a paragon kingdom for hidden treasures in your ultimate disguise
Where in such circles do we follow? Yonder unseen for the obscure and wise
I stand in the gray and bleak, the dark, but see with the sharpest eyes
We always meet outside the known hours, there are never words told
Echoes in emptiness, clinking underwater heard, a depth of canyon unknown
Visiting old shores of faded driftwood and seaweed scattered on abandoned road
So now as I find the ancient wall and bring out secrets, I wait
The night falls, and torches line the halls within, a humid air dominates
I'm somewhere now, but I don't remember somewhere somehow, it's late
Within the scope of a conic sphere in the pyramidic cover over some close world
A muted force is the surrounding factor and you cannot hear but the forest song
For the hours must be days, at length, where creatures haven't burrowed
It will be here in this world of magic, we can speak between night and day
Coming upon some ancient castle when a storm hits and the figure of the tale walks in
A sage-like man who shows all the roadways with tricks of light and shadows, in the gray
He's a king who hides as an Earthbound being, a companion traveler, a skilled navigator
Setting up perimeters to map the world's different plains, that are unstung by the sun
A very willing host, a guide to ethereal doorways and stairs, a star crossing aviator
I call out and the sound bounces off stone in valleys that lay as one of the dead
The sound dissolves into nothing as if nothing had passed from my lips
Proving that not all matter is solid, can be bent, and slips through iron and lead
What words have made the uprooted rocks settle, with no signs of age in them?
Ranges built of stone and within built of moss resting on an orb of ruins
Paths formerly in dreams taken, derelict gates once again begin to waken
By the firesides, by pool and willow, alone and silence once again
Me as one, you as two, we as an arch three would speak the same
But different footsteps and uncounted footfall, the moon will grin
Secret wells brought up for pondering, springs and vales; your crown
For the moon may know and mark turning points if only to vaguely guide
A world of magic on these many levels, and the subdued dream easily drown
In a place where questions are the only answer to indifferent reasons
Under the roofs of fire and marble, a row of airy vessel and magnetic pull
Under strange trees from desert sand somehow, marked by a singular credence
Strange sunlight had shone, now I stand certain as a mere scribe of tale
I will conquer ruins of the dullest forgotten with my own wonderwork
And it will be within reason I take every fold of gloom into caprice pale
Here and now may wither, so let the last sigh of ease escape as I breathe barely
Sensing on each end of vibrant line a quiver of chord struck in the somber night
Where distance and darkness renders a millionfold whispers scarcely
Traveling far and turning around, I look on as if I awoke, with no visible track
The weaved vines from forest floors in their clever design have roamed into light
And a glittery sweeping across the rocky walls, only the emptiness stared back
Thus magic the given illusion, a silver lining, an unspoken forbidden escape
I let myself free outside the bonds of maze and floor, hidden in muted cape
With little power, calm returns and I sleep upon webs of darkness unheeded
Magic is mute but a force terrible and strong, in subtle gist, magic just is
Ebbing echoes of waters, we detect their depth, and the forest has been greeted
The absence of its portals forestall knowing that mythical beings exist
But our communication ever present through, to and fro, forest, land and sea
I let my eyes grow dim, the last sigh of sustained breath escape from me
Your slow tune creeping along moon's funny dread, you see changes in the umbra
You willingly show me all such falsehoods and sing for me; the night
The drawn out hour of weary foretelling, where you're needed, rest in pluma
It's this world of far off impossibilities and vivid azure, that is filled with our light
Saturday, February 6, 2016
reveal what's carved upon the blank face you see.
A mirage of images and scenes merged together, to disturb all the bogs and shores
with a sound that drew closer with the buzzing of a bee.
Courses of water and light have been guided for long eons and
never went over moon's pulling of tidal formations in the dim.
But for far away was there another course of events, the shattering
of the harmony, being bent, distorted, and all at a whim.
Clock ticking and clock unwinding fast, if creatures of the earth do tell
And other lively elements last, there is still no reason to harm the shell
Raging winds descend and dissolve, night echoes its chirping of song and lore
The calm and stillness betrays some forthcoming storm to heed.
until forced currents pulse underneath sway, surpassing lunar speed.
So now, the lonely and barren place, for which has become of meadow
streams like a memory on the sound of an insect's wings.
These lunar creatures were at once a powerful force of nature
befallen under darker times of mankind's things.
Clock ticking and clock unwinding still, the moments of moonsong gone
Other elements sure to be dug up from the hill, echoes of a past eon
Sun and water have come with a season of spring and shone still and treasured
A voice spoke for the emerging sunken roots of leaf and vine.
Moonlit tidal formations stir aloud with might, with such a reckoning unmeasured
These lunar creatures thrive upon each earth-measured line.
Now from the lonely place where there stands no tower, the sky dims
and the winds build up and somewhere far off they rumble.
The smallest of seed and vine reach upward toward the walls in the sky
and tidal flows have witnessed something of a tower tumble.
Rounded circle of time, climbing to full white in each timely design
Sparkling and dazzling the foundations vast, and lively elements last
Like a tunnel of the air, have all the tainted dusts been cleared,
and deep inside earthen crust have rivers been restored.
Lunar tracks have been counted like giant geomorphic lines,
ultimately in a secret gaze have they been explored.
Solar drifts of wave sets and rises in spite of massive collider tumult.
For all the forces of wind and sea, lunar creatures hold.
Like a liquid mirror toward the sky, in the rain reflecting every drop,
nothing was ever in question of the power that nature has told.
Rounded circle of time, climbing with the sound of lunar wings
All is quiet upon their feast they sigh, above the buried of mankind's things
As it drew closer like a sparkling wave, I waited to reach out my hand.
Suddenly the whole matter of its being dissolved, disappeared and was lost.
I wondered at that charm and how its aura wrapped around a single strand.
And then somewhere I knew, it was another mystic tiding made of dew.
Out upon the fields lay a yellow blanket of budding petals bright.
I saw that I stood upon this ground and I took in a breath of air.
I felt that maybe I should run and abound in such a delight.
Far away I heard bouncing echoes, resonating near an empty grey hall bare.
It was not where I had gone, but the mystic tidings I heard all along.
In the dark shadowy trees I walked, but all was sharp and clear.
A single light that was clean and bluish-white had shown near.
Someone was calling out to me and I thought of asking the name.
For although I never saw a face, I felt no death, a breath of fog came.
A figure in a realm, cautious to continue, following a way through.
Rigid roots of twisted wood seemed so long dead and faded.
It was jarring to witness lightning out of thin air upon the bark.
I stood back and watched silently, it was burned away under skies shaded.
Some sense of daring gave me an inner fire, to burn away the dark.
Then out of murky blue, mystic tidings sprang from shallows anew.
A buried stairway climbed silently under deep, deep grounds.
For a while I stared at the carvings in stone and heard no sounds.
Thinking that I should begin to find the other end of these.
In seeing with one look far ahead I saw that the stairs never cease.
Awkward and exhausting, I thought, but why were these stairs wrought?
Tunnels went in rounded turns all about the jungle-like lands.
Each one only a short corridor and then a corner and then another hall.
And while each tunnel opened on parts of the dense foliage of odd plants.
Somehow within the darkness different echoes other than the wild would fall.
Yet everything seems languid and warm, mystic tidings forecast a storm.
Opened like a gaping hole of cold desert dust, a crater was there.
On every horizon was nothing but the presence of empty space and stars.
Every effort of moving was as hard as it was to breath even a trace of air.
Very thin and scarcely formed, a mystic tiding forewarned.
But all the while I had no fear, as if I held all the cards.
I remember roads that had been dug deep into the soil of earth.
Those muggy trails were like climbing uphill in the sand.
Yet they lead to nowhere one could see, no test to limit one's nerve.
Those paths were more like a hidden passageway that could expand.
Under a single footfall of lead, the mystic tidings were read.
Through a massive house of elaborate carvings of wood and walls.
There ran a deep, murky river and it wound itself through all the doors.
And while I thought it was an ill fate befallen such richly halls,
I saw that the house was empty and suddenly felt foreboding under the floors.
Growing dimmer like a swamp by each chime, mystic tidings of proper time.
Within a gaping hole of a freezing crater I stood once again to see.
Dazzled by the luminous sky, I shook off the cold and began.
Out from nowhere a small wave of light rolled as easily as tumbleweed.
Not with any question did I leap from the thickness of dust and ran.
I will try to recall, so the mystic tidings cannot dissolve at all.
I can pinpoint a place or maybe a word I spoke, and with that, I awoke.