Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Green Lies The Sweet Prairie

The young Ospreys peered nervously out of their
nest in a pile of sticks on top of the tall pole.
The Western Grebes just kept calling like they were
being hunted by fishermen who had no other goal
than seeking out Walleye using green mussels for bait.

The blazing white Pelicans and the prancing Kill Deer
left the photographer constantly diverting his gaze from one
to the other, seeking random behavior bordering on queer.
His camera always at the ready, he was using the kit won
at a local contest. It was cool enough, sleek and very sedate.

But he bemoaned the loss of his old Canon A-1 and lens
which provided a flexibility and an artistry of use that
technology and automation just could not make amens.
So, he took his still large and complex camera and sat
down amongst the rushes, cattails and cactus roses to wait.

After two hours, the wait became worthy as two Bald Eagles
chased by a larger Golden Eagle came into view and swirled
through the hot air currents, their cries waking the Beagles
that had been sleeping at his side. Instantly they twirled
about and went on point.  He steadied his lens on the gate.

Careful now...there!  The perfect shot against the sun-lit cloud
and then they were suddenly gone as fast as they had appeared.
So now his day was worth all the time and effort.  The shroud
of gnats that had been dogging since early morning disappeared.
He now felt like all things were good and stress seemed to disapate.

All things now being equal, he walked around the side of the lake
just to see what he might see.  Calming the effect was as if it were
meant to be that way. Snapping him out of his morning reverie, awake
fully now to the sounds of nature, was the distinctive singing whir
of a bevy of Meadowlarks, their yellowness yanking him out of his state.

He laid back and just watched them flit about chasing insects.
So pretty and colorful, they occupied his mind for quite a while.
Here on the lake there were only positives, there were no rejects.
So, he laid on a matted down spot amongst the tall grasses fragile
as the morning breeze and contemplated life, love and his fate.

A fate that, because of his fiance rescuing him from a life of woe,
was on the upswing and that looked as if, save the overwhelming distance
separating them on the curve of the Earth' surface, it would end so
wonderfully in a marriage made in Heaven, and, in this instance,
one in which both parties loved and cherished each other as a true mate.

Here he was lying down amongst nature, the next best thing to lying
with his true love, and all he could think about was her.  SHE.
For she was truly the heroine from that old novel. Haggard-like, crying
over their seemingly endless separation, she could only ever BE.
Be like the Meadowlarks were. One with each other,  oneness innate.

And so he arose from his respite, and journeyed on around the big pond
breathing in all of nature and all of love simultaneously.  He now
resolved to end their separation no mater what!  He picked off a frond
and put it between his teeth and began to think of when, where and how.
Nature had taught him naught was more important or need more great.

His camera could not take a photograph of this scenario, it hung limply
at his side.  However, many scenes were seared forever into his memory.
He had visited her for three weeks earlier this year and it was simply
the best thing to have happened to him, sending him again into reverie.
He rose suddenly! Took careful aim with his camera, and, no debate,

this shot was one for the record books! Two lovebirds that did not wait
but took this opportunity, when all was seemingly one, to procreate.

Having definitely earned his paycheck for the week, it was getting late.
So, he packed up his gear and headed back to the Harley.  He had a date.
A date with his destiny and a future with his truly loved one to create.

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mindbringer, 23 June 2015

Saturday, April 18, 2015

Meditation On The Soul

Your love is like warm, heavy drops of rain upon my upturned face,
the Sun baking it further, caressing it gently with its many rays.
Rays of light, rays so bright, rays so precious to our sight.
Rays of hope, hope that lives on the end of them like soap on a rope.
The Sun's intricacies forever lost in the blast furnace of its soul.
At the Sun's very center lies its source, its love-generating heat
releasing upon itself in endless cycles of metamorphosis and change.
The full range of its strange days repeat over and over again and again
never ceasing to amaze us, always seeking to win again and again.
Having always won, the Sun rays explode into energy, healing at once
but harmful in excess.  Unlike your love which always renews, always frees
itself anew, hence belying the thinking of our minds for all time, minds
that have tried to limit the Sun, that harbinger of nature's eternal Spring.
Taking flight upon golden wing, the Sun circles 'round its annual course
bringing life to all it shines upon wherever that may be, fine and coarse,
wave and particle, it seems to really be there, although it is not certain.
There is only one thing certain in all of Nature and that is your love for me.
My darling you are the soul of my life, the love of my life, my wife, my end
of all end-seeking rays of light and energy through which the Sun powers worlds.
Our worlds intersect my love and feed off of each other gaining nourishment from
the Sun. The soul of the Sun burns brightly in our souls and briefly flares
upon that which we had so often taken for granted.  Soul upon soul, power that
creates and maintains the flowers.  How sweet-scented the hours we live in...

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mindbringer, 18 April 2015

 

Thursday, April 9, 2015

My Universe

The sun and moon walk with you,
the starlight lies in your eyes.
The tides power your beating heart,
the seas run through your veins.
All that is within you is always new
and love resides between your thighs.
You and I, we will never be apart.
For you I'll go through storm and rains!

The hills give rise to your breasts,
the trees and forests are your limbs.
The fields and meadows define your skin
and angels tread light upon your face.
Your voice draws birds from their nests!
Our love seems one of Nature's whims
but real it is as I feel within.
Forever we will keep her pace!

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mindbringer, 9 April 2015

 

April Genius

Cattails glowing from the low angle of the setting sun,
ducks splashing near their nests under flowering trees
lent their idyllic scenes to my early Springtime eyes.
Here around the greening rush-laden pond all seemed as one.
Clouds of midges and the working flights of honey bees
made me first wonder but then suddenly, startlingly realize
that all of Nature was renewing itself and having fun,
trying each to out do the other in the season's light breeze.
Nature on display showed She had been around and was very wise!

Around the lively pond were many works of art and sculptures.
These served to attract us humans to Nature's underlying park
to bask and soak in the fine Spring weather and beautiful sights.
There were Ducks, Geese, Blue Heron, King Fishers, and even vultures!
Especially at this evening hour when bright blue skies turned dark.
Here around the peaceful pond there were no glaring man-made lights.
Breathing in the fragrant scent of the purple-flowered lilac features,
I turned inwards upon myself and took pen to paper to see what stark
verses I could invent inspired by the silence of several sky-born kites.

I paused amongst the many-splendored and astounding sense-arousing views
and sought mightily (but uselessly) to take all of the colorful space in.
But no matter how much I tried, no matter how many wishes I made in vain
the impending night crawled ever closer and deeper like some bad news.
I was forced to give up my reverie and head for my home just down the glen.
And then to make my journey away from the park more urgent it began to rain!
I decided to revel in the sudden April showers and knelt to take off my shoes.
Arriving home at last I took off my wet clothes and made my way to my warm den.
Tomorrow I would wake up early and head for Spring incarnate down my quiet lane.

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mindbringer, 8 April 2015

 

Sunday, April 5, 2015

Redemption

I was cast out upon gray whale-dotted seas
amidst rolling waves from a storm-wrought breeze.
Upon a floating piece of ship's debris I did seize
and paddled my way toward a green isle of trees.

Upon the sandy shore I made my tired way
and thanked God for giving me another day.
I would survive this trial; I'd find a way!
And when I was found I'd know what to say.

Thank you, Lord, for letting me survive
and not only that but actually to thrive!
The mere fact that I am still somehow alive
is reason enough to do my best and strive...

Strive to be a better man, a better lover
and not to seek excuses and run for cover.
Always around my wife and child will I hover.
Who knows what together we may discover?

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mindbringer, 5 April 2015




 

Monday, March 16, 2015

March Tides

Sharp knives and dull ones flashed up and down
through the thick, sweltering air of early Spring
in the close confines of the halls of the Senate.
Each hitting its mark, each taking its toll upon
their helpless, no longer struggling, target.

All had evil-looking grins on their faces, not a frown
was to be found.  About their shoulders they did fling
their robes to free up their plunging arms so that
each thrust went in and out several times not just one
time as if to make sure their name would not be forgot.

In and out by the tens, nay, by the terrible score
through flesh and blood and even bones they tore
spilling out upon the white sacred Senatorial floor
the resulting blood, bits of flesh and horrid gore.
Their arms so busy as to later leave each one sore.

Until at last, looking askance at his close friend,
who held bloody blade, great and noble Caesar fell.
And with him fell the Roman Republic for as much as
his assailants meant to save it, they destroyed it
with each and every blow.  Empire rushed in that day.

For despite the gladiators protecting each killing fiend,
and the Generals that participated, brave Antony did tell
the angry mobs and loyal soldiers what had happened alas
and they gathered up in arms and set out in hot pursuit
destroying every murderer. Caesar after all had his way.

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mindbringer, 15 March 2015

 

Thursday, March 12, 2015

With The Grace Of God

Like her beauty, love virtually dripped from her.
Oozing from every pore, it wafted across the room
affecting everybody within its spell, flooring them.
For her he would buy jewelry, fragrances and fur.
The love he felt for her was so large that it would loom
over all else and he knew that she also truly loved him.

Having found each other Sixteen months ago quite by accident,
they now were engaged and so in love as to make the world tremble.
Their love was like the ancient myths and stories told to little
ones to show them the true path of their lives and what they meant.
For to be able to follow in their footsteps would nearly resemble
having the most perfect of loves, fully testing their resolve and mettle.

It was to honor the world and the creator that they vowed to always
remain together through the hardest times, always allowing their love to
grow stronger and finer with every breath they took, with every heartbeat.
After all, it was almighty God who had brought them together in his wise ways
knowing that these two creations of his were meant for each other. He who
was all-knowing and all-powerful put these lovers on Earth to joyfully meet.

He gave her great beauty and poise, making her sexually attractive to all
but only available to her chosen mate.  And he was molded and tested through
a first marriage which ended in tragedy but made him strong and ready for her.
After 32 years, he now would be led to the woman of his dreams and quickly fall
for her head over heels.  Together these two would become as one, like the blue
of the sky encompassing all the world.  With him, she had no need to even lure.

He was already hers since the beginning of time!  Taking many paths and sidetracks,
he had led a rough and lustful life. But she becalmed him and brought him succour
and served as his anchor.  Already a mother from a failed first marriage she had also
not yet found her true calling.  Then they two met amidst doubts and claims and attacks
from friends and families but through it all they persevered and walked through the door
of God's forgiveness into his arms and the plans he had laid out for them high and low.

For God knows best and all would not always be ideal as with any couple.  They would have
their little quarrels and misunderstandings.  But there was never any doubt that they would
conquer all of these trials and tribulations and come out the other side all the better for it.
Their love would serve as an example to all of how love should be, how to put it on like a salve
and live by the Golden Rule and keep their marriage vows.  They would live in the fields and wood
of the nearby mountains near the great grey sea and on top of the higest keep the beacon of life lit.

Their duties performed and the light of their love shining forth across the land, they would take repast
and, hand in hand, lead one another down the halls of life as living proof that one plus one equals one.
Every day and every evening they would eagerly consumate their love and bring forth children of their own,
raising them in God's graces and in his sight, falling ever deeper and deeper in love. One that would last
through all of history and into the infinite future of their eternal lives.  This gift from God they had won
through their decency, through their good works, and, believing in him, were the happiest couple ever known.
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mindbringer, 13 March 2015

Friday, March 6, 2015

Amongst Fields of Wonder

Far horizons, distant across the pink and purple plains,
under the shadows of a storm, stricken by violent rains,
showed their beckonings to me like young pubescent girls.
Suddenly, wings flapping through the lake's liquid chemicals,
an Orange-Throated Fleming launched into the gasses of the atmosphere,
that barely breathable mixture of sadness and good cheer,
all under our three Suns having a moment of cosmic clarity
as they melted towards each other in three-part harmony.

Celestial winds blew against the Fleming momentarily impeding his progress.
I observed all of this from my Omni-craft red as the sunrise, but I digress...
You see, I was hunting the Fleming and I was now in reach of him, so close,
that I could see the blue and gold feathers in his wings, a veritable overdose
of color and beauty that made me question for a minute the purpose of my outing.
However, I must feed my family, so I motored the Omni-craft ever closer routing
it in such a manner as to fool the huge bird into thinking I was not interested
even though my every thought was upon him and how to stalk him; I was fully invested.

At last I was close enough to my prey to cast out my truffle-net and snare him,
dragging him down onto the swampy edges of the lake where through thick or thin
I would retrieve him and make sure he was dead and then add him to my collection.
I sent my throg into the chemicals of the swamp to go out in the general direction
and find our trophy.  Soon to be eaten, it was no real trophy but mere food.
Food which was technically illegal to eat or kill, but with that I was in no mood.
Food was becoming so hard to come buy here on Altraxis.  But eat one must,
so I grabbed the rare bird by the neck as my trusty companion upwards did thrust.

The three suns were now as one in the sky, the other two hiding behind the larger red one.
I tried not to stare at the blinding sight, beautiful as it was, for I needed some
acute and accurate sight at the moment as I wrestled with the bird and finally broke
it's beautiful, delicate neck.  The overwhelming silence in the absence of his croak
seemed odd against the background of the Omni-crafts idling engines.  I tossed our
conquest into the box with the other assorted catches then moved the middle power
lever forward to maximum and we lit out of there with all possible speed, leaving
behind any evidence that we had ever been there, the Fleming's mate already grieving.

Fifty chronun leads later we arrived at our home and to my family.  They rushed out
to see me and what I had managed to catch this trip, and had not the slightest doubt
that I was the mightiest hunter this side of Sardonis!  The weight of my catch
had played havoc with my down-draft thrusters and they now needed to have a latch
attached to them to keep them in proper alignment.  After two hours of maintenance
I retired into my abode made of stone and sand from the plain's haggard countenance.
My spouse had already started the skinning and gutting process of early meal preparation
while I with my pipe and Jovian Scotch, throg at my side, both waited in anticipation.

That day had seen us, the throg and I, afoot amongst the Fields of Wonder, in pursuit
of the most beautiful and rarest of prey.  If the Counties found out, I would be resolute
in denying that I had done such a thing, the evidence now slaughtered and safe in our freezer.
I felt some exhaustion from the day's activities, as I was getting older but not yet a geezer.
I found my spouse naked in our floating bed and dove into her like a starving man would!
Some things never changed and we had a wonderful night full of dinner and did what we could
to insure the other was satisfied fully.  My throg standing at the foot of the bed, tongue wagging
and tail thrashing until we were finished.  I rolled over and planned the next day's outing...

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mindbringer, 5 March 2015


 

Sunday, February 22, 2015

Forever His

He awoke to snow.  White and dry.
It filled the valleys to the brim.
Those misty hollows of avarice
now strangely cold and bleak.
He rolled over and there she was!
The most beautiful of God's concoctions.
Still wet from a few hours before
he gently pushed her onto her side
and entered her without hesitation.
The ecstasy, oh the intense pleasure
she could bring him even asleep.
His love for her ran extremely deep
and, although her eyes were not of azure,
he accepted her brownness with no reservation.
Brown sugar as sweet as the rivers are wide.
He remembered carrying her through their door...
She was his for 360 degrees in any direction,
obeying all his commands. It is what she does.
But out of love not fear! She was weak
and shy but no other woman was as amorous
as she was.  Their love would never dim,
never fade and never ever would it die.

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mindbringer, 22 February 2015

 

Friday, December 12, 2014

The Miracle

(I APOLOGIZE FOR THE FORMATTING.  GOOGLE DOES NOT APPEAR
TO ALLOW FOR GOOD POETRY FORMATTING SO SOME OF THE RHYMES ARE NOT
AT THE END OF THE SENTENCE WHERE THEY BELONG...)


The smell of thousands of spilled drinks and peanuts permeated
the air about the lone man sitting far down at bar's end.
But he did not notice that or anything else for that matter.
He just kept pounding away the booze as fast as it would come.
Maybe that would kill the pain, the suffering that only he,
and nobody else, was feeling that day and every other day.
Ever since the time he watched his daughter's remains being cremated.
That cold, dreary day when the snow was blown sideways by the wind
and the ice formed on his beard so that he looked mad as a hatter.
He had spent months praying for her recovery but it would have taken some
miracle for that to happen.  With that disease, it would never be.
Sure, there had been expensive treatments and he had tried every way.

But she died nonetheless.  And he had started drinking and never stopped.
He had lost so much weight and was gaunt and thin.  He had committed every sin.
His wife finally left him, drowned in her own sorrows. To mourn separately.
For her it was not drink, but prescription pain pills and weed.  His other seed,
his two older boys, had just seemingly disappeared from the face of the Earth.
So, he really had nothing left to live for at all, no reason to continue this life.
He suddenly felt an urge to go pee and vomit at the same time, so he flopped
towards the door of the filthy bathroom and, oblivious, vomited first all over his chin.
He then managed somehow to get his fly open and he took a whiz desperately
as if he had been holding it forever.  Thinking then that maybe he would need
to take a dump as well, he loosened his belt and tried for all he was worth.
But, no such luck.  He stood up quickly and just passed out thinking of his wife.

He woke up some time later to the rattling sounds of his own coughing and hacking.
On the dirty floor he lay.  Then someone knocked on the door, pounded on it loud.
He muttered something and managed to stand up.  He noted a little shrine then there
in a niche in the wall.  The Blessed Virgin was there.  He remembered a little prayer
and said the whole thing, crossing himself.  Then he got the door open and a little
man, the barkeep, rushed by cursing about to piss his pants.  He walked back to his seat
and sat down again, planning to order another drink.  He had stopped long ago with stacking
the empty glasses one in the other and had taken to just drinking with the crowd
when there was one.  But tonight there was only him, the barkeep, and, in a chair
down across from the bar in the corner, a slim beared man that seemed to care
about his appearance.  He was dressed all in white and, strangely, was trying to whittle
a stick into some sort of figurine.  His vision was blurred, but he thought that was neat.

He decided to stumble over to that table where the man in white sat and offer him a drink.
As soon as he stood up, he swore he heard a familiar Christmas carol.  It was Christmas time
after all he remembered.  He looked over at Joe, the barkeep, but Joe was just washing a glass.
Joe had never played music in there ever but usually just had some game on the radio.  No TV.
As he neared the man in white, the music got strangely louder he swore.  He yelled at Joe to
turn that down!  But Joe never even looked up, as if he did not hear him.  He reached the man
and that is when he noticed the music had just as suddenly stopped.  He leaned up against the sink
that was just next to the table and cleared his throat.  But he could say nothing.  All the grime
of the old bar was no where to be found at this table.  It was as if he was being nothing but an ass
as he just sit down uninvited across from the young man.  There was a feeling of insensitivity
that left as fast as it had risen.  He felt weirdly calm, almost at peace.  He asked for two
beers from Joe but still Joe did not even look up.  He was glad he had just gone to the can.

He needed all his faculties now, fleeting though they were.  He seemed to be sobering up quickly.
Looking over at the man, quite the young man actually, he could have sworn he was glowing in the darkened room.  All around the table there was an eerie white light.  He looked straight into the blue eyes of the man and, suddenly, felt drained of all his pain and troubles.  It was as if a burden had been
lifted from his shoulders, a great weight just disappeared.  He cleared his throat again but still
could not speak, so he just crossed himself once more.  At this, the man smiled and reached out to touch him.  At his touch, he was instantly completely sober, something he had not felt for years.  Sickly no more, he sat up straight as an arrow.  Then, the man stood up, and moved his mouth, and harkened him to him with a gentle gesture.  He could hear nothing but what sounded like a choir of angels.  Wise beyond his years the man in his thirties seemed then.  Still glowing, he held out that carving then began to rise into the air!  He took the carving that was offered and watched in amazement as he will now forever more remember.  The man in white looked up as he rose clear
through the roof saying much.

The words seemed to enter his mind not through his ears but through his soul.  There in the place of the man were images of glowing beings, all looking familiar to him somehow.  Then one in particular stepped out towards him.  He fell down to his knees as he recognized his daughter!  She just smiled at him and pointed to the carving he had been holding then she too disappeared along with the others to the glorious sounds of heavenly music.  He looked over at Joe.  Joe had finally finished that glass and was looking agape at his direction, his mouth and features as wide as his own.  Getting up from his knees, he realized he was crying.  Looking down at the carving, he gasped when he realized it was an exact replica of his daughter when she had ran to him with her last dying breaths so many years ago now.  He stared and stared but could not believe it. Shout at them, he thought!  But they were gone and with them all of his problems.  He looked at Joe who was all disjointed and was rushing towards him.  Joe and he embraced and, speechless, he showed Joe the carving.  On these grounds now was the change of a lifetime.  All the burned out lights suddenly came on and shown and he began to miss
the presence of the man in white.  He and Joe looked at each other and each thought the other was dying.

But this was not dying!  It was living as never having lived before!  Joe and he embraced and jumped for joy.For what was it they had seen today?  It could not be explained but it was forever known and engrained in their very souls.  Joe went back over to the bar and systematically, began pouring all the alcohol down the sink.  He walked over to Joe and smiling, waved at him and left the bar never to return again.  He saw Joe though quite often after that down at the local Parish.  Where he now spent all of his time also.  In his pocket always was the carving.  On his knees he prayed and then went up and took Holy Communion.  It was Christmas Eve tonight.  Now, he left the service and, a new man through and through, one that knew his daughter would also enjoy his new outlook on life, walked down the block running into a bunch of carolers who were singing right there on that very spot in front of the old bar where he had come outside of after the visit with the man in sync
with the whole universe.  The man who was one with all of humanity.  Who had saved all of them, even Joe.  He joined with the carolers in singing "Silent Night, Holy Night".  Then, he turned toward the neaby alleyways and vowed he would search them one after the other until he found the love of his life and all would be right.

And he did, and they lived happily ever after until the man in white took them into his loving arms
and sat them at his right side with their daughter...

Joy To The World.

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mindbringer, 12 December 2014