Secrets of the Sphere

Secrets of the Sphere

Secrets of the Sphere

I wandered through the streets
As if I knew where I was going
But I had no destination yon the fear
I listened to the sparrow
With the wisdom of a sage
Then I simply turned around and disappeared

I wandered through my life
As if I knew the right direction
But I had no incarnations that were clear
I listened to the ravens
That had gathered neath the willows
Who gave to me the secrets of the sphere

I wandered in the twilight
As if I knew the way back home
But I had no validation night or day
I listened to the voices
Till their whispers cleared my mind
Then I turned into the clouds and walked away

Michael33

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In Rhyme or Out

In Rhyme or Out

So…
You finally read the poetry
And saw your own reflection
Hiding tween the lines
In rhyme or out
Still you can not see me
In the branches of the willow
And linger in the wonder
Of your doubt

I’ve seen you there forever
Fore the black birds
Shared their secrets –
Fore the ravens came
And taught you how to fly –
Before you heard the sparrows stir
Inside the blush of dawn
Before you ever knew
To wonder why

Listen to the whispers
Of the cougar and the crow
And trust your inner wisdom
Without doubt
For it lingers in the silence
With the innocence of the child
Hiding tween the lines
In rhyme or out

Michael33

Though Crows Still Talk

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I still can’t see the way beyond
Not mirrored glass nor crystal pond
Reflects the light on restless seas
Though crows still talk… in Bodark trees

If I could capture all their words
Or just remember what I’ve heard
Absorb just half of what they know
From conversations of the crow

Looking yon the morrows light
Through lucid dreams or second sight
Our fate still lingers in the breeze
Though crows still talk… in Bodark trees

Michael33

Who’s to Say

Who's to Say

Who’s to Say

I should not be amongst them…
The living –
For I have seen the other side
On more than one occasion
All the odds against me –
Even time…
But who’s to say
Who lives and dies
Though I –
Most undeserved –
Wonder
In the light
Of each new dawn

I should not be amongst them…
The living –
For I am but a vagabond
Searching for the light
All the odds against me –
Even fate…
But who’s to say
Who lives and dies
Though I –
Most unpretentious –
Wonder
In the night
Who plays the pawn

I should not be amongst them…
The living…
For I have died a million deaths
And life
It seems
Is only an illusion…
But who’s to say
Who lives or dies
Though I –
Most dialectic –
Know –
The answer lies
Tween lines we’ve drawn

Michael33

Through My Fingers

Through my fingers blue eyes Words

Through My Fingers

It jumped from my hand
As if on some kind of
Suicide mission
Successfully
Shattering into millions
Of tiny shards
Assuring no hope
Of repair…
Of course it was
My favorite…
It always is…
Perhaps it was the way
I held it in my hand
Touching gently my palm
While affording little attention
To the care
Within my embrace
Not realizing in the moment
Just how easy it can be
For such precious treasures
To slip through my fingers

Perhaps it is always
Just a matter of time
Before all that is real
Becomes but a memory…
Faded photographs
Lined and creased
Tween dust covered binds
Of what was once
Something beautiful…
No one left
To recognize the faces
To recall the circumstance
That surrounded them in life
So many years ago…
I can feel them
Against my fingertips…
Longing to know
The passion
The pain
The stories of love
That can never again
Be told

A parable lost in time
A mystery that never unfolds
A ballad to sing
On a private stage
Of faces without names
Perhaps become just shattered glass
Millions of tiny shards
With no hope of repair…
Yet…
I have held them in my hand
Touched them with
My finger tips
Felt them deep
Inside my heart
While affording little attention
To the care
Within my embrace
Not realizing in the moment
Just how easy it can be
For such precious treasures
To slip through my fingers

Michael33

Beyond the Ledge

Beyond the Ledge

Beyond the Ledge

I did not come in innocence
For I have felt the roaring fire
So close
Against my face
Each breath that I would breathe
Could smell the singe

Yet…
Never have I walked into the river
To cool the burning embers
Neath my skin
Nor wandered into reason
To repair my tattered soul
For no longer could I bide
Within the fringe

Always I must lean
Beyond the ledge
For that is where my journey
Finds the flame
Though the smell of burning flesh
No longer lingers in my breath
I alone must dwell
Within the blame

I did not come in innocence
For I have felt the blowing rain
So hard
Against my face
My eyes no longer visioned
Morrow’s light

Yet…
Never did I blink to wash the tears
The tears that blurred my vision
Through the night
Never did I let the rain
Calm embers neath my skin
Nor cool the flames
To change
The wrong to right

Always I must step
Beyond the edge
For that is where my essence
Finds the fire
Though the scent of burning flesh
No longer bides within my breath
I alone must always
Walk the wire

I did not come in innocence…….
For I have felt the heat
— Of the roaring fire

Michael33

Resonance

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Resonance

It fell
Out of your mind
Into poetry
Unrhymed
Like so many
Vestal verses
Left unsaid…
Pushed out
On the edge
Where it lingers
Near the ledge
Neath the tintinnabulation
In your head

You may stash it
Neath the stones
Or in the closet
With the bones
Or inside burlap sacks
Beneath the floor…
Till someone
Shines a light
Into your hidden
Secret site
Where no one else
Has cared
Or dared explore

It fell
Onto the page
On the blank white
Paper stage
Yet no one hears
The sound
If left unsaid…
Yet echoes
Cannot hide
From vestal versus
Kept inside
Neath the tintinnabulation
In your head

Michael33