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

 

Sunday, November 30, 2014

Rise Up

An encrusted version of himself
rose out of the barnacle-infested waters
to seek out and lie upon the white-sanded beach.
Hot, it burned his skin but he did not care.
He threw back his now foamy wet hair
and stretched out upon it like a leech.
In the water all afternoon, like otters
he had become one with the sea's wealth.

The sand coated his wetness in crystals of light
and he rolled around and around in it until
not a bare spot anywhere was left uncoated.
The sun glinted off of his encrusted crystal body
blinding the hundreds of side-ways-walking crabs
so that they ended up in little piles and slabs
of crustacean blissful ignorance.  There was a muddy
section of the beach down from where he had floated
that he purposefully avoided as if it would kill
him with its obscurity and make all wrongness right.

This was a day for wrongness to win, to prevail.
It had been days since he last talked to his fiance.
An emptiness had spread from his gut up to his heart
and he was left with a feeling of total loneliness.
Here he was alone now on this beach by the wilderness.
Into the woods he decided to go and see what part
in his lonely life it might play, while the sun's ray
made his new skin covering sparkle and invisibility fail.

If anyone had been there to see, he would have been quite
the sight. A glowing, sparkling, dripping wet creature
of the now setting sun rising up from the beach renewed
and depressed at the same time.  Without his lady by his side
he was lost and so sought refuge in the nearby forest's enveloping
quietude.  There alone with his thoughts and dreams of her, coping
in spite of the difficulties he was faced with. Her big wide
eyes haunted his thoughts, her very long hair he understood
to be his saving grace when it was wrapped around every aperture
of his body.  Her love was his to have with all of his might.

The deeping woodlands surrounded him with their close mustiness.
When breathed in it sent one into ecological and environmental reverie.
Shining bright amongst the darkening trunks and leaf canopies
he reflected the Sun's last efforts until the Moon took over.
Now he was like a beacon in the night, beckoning all to his side.
All the creatures of the night, the flora and fauna, came to ride
upon his beingness (his nothingness gone for a time).  Clover
and ferns, moss and fungi, lichen and squirrels, next to the sea's
crashing waves just a little off past the beach, all hurry
to be by his light.  Thoughts of her expelled all pain and duress.

Suddenly, the inner power of his love of her, his dear nearly wife
struggled to emerge from the crusty shell enveloping him completely
and make itself the focus of his existence again.  Bursting forth
it shattered the crystals, tossed off the barnacles and heated
the thick air surrounding him to the point that evil was defeated
and she strangely appeared floating above him now to the North.
She was the one now all aglow and she beckoned him unconsciously
to reabsorb her into his soul once again and to be a part of his life.

He allowed her spectre to slowly descend and enter his every pore
until he was like a born-again man, agile and capable now, ready
for her body, ready for her love, ready for her overpowering sensuality.
As she reentered his body, a feeling of deep relief and optimism
came over him.  He knew now that soon he would see her again, not a vision
but a real person that he could touch and feel once more.  Reality
inserted itself into his beach-driven altered state and, still unsteady,
he walked up the nearby hill out of the woods like out of a door.

There she was at the summit, waiting for him as naked as he was.
Her long hair blowing sidways with the strong winds, her breasts
calling him near.  Running now he embraced her and they fell entwined
to the Earth, making love as if it was their first time, leaving nothing
undone, nothing unsaid, nothing unfelt.  All emotions were laid bare.
As bare as they were.  Pure unadulterated love emanated from them there
and filled the air with its healing vibrations, then, while not moving
the whole world seemed to rotate beneath them and they would find
that they were finally together again, this time forever.  Nests
emptied out their contents in joyous celebration and applause.

Finished finally, they rose up and, hand-in-hand, they walked nude
down the other side of the hill away from the sea towards the river
where their clothes mysteriously lay as if placed there by some god.
Dressing they watched each other with the hunger of days apart
and vowed then and there to each other that never again would art
paint them into corners of non-togetherness.  They each gave a nod
and made their way towards a dimly lit house as the quirky weather
quickly deteriorated and the moonlit storms gathered in a new mood.

They entered the house and discovered a ready made meal and warm fire
had been made as if specifically for them.  They looked at each other
and suddenly realized this was the place from which they had departed
from each other days ago!  Everything was as they had left it except
the fire was still lit and stoked and the food was still edible and warm.
Not arguing with the situation they found themselves in, the storm
outside now roaring, they sat down at the fully laden table and kept
close to each other as if inseperable.  Here where they had begun, started
upon their seperate journeys and now reunited, they vowed to never
leave each other again and, pinching each other, awoke to Heaven's Choir.

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mindbringer, 29 November 2014

 

Sunday, November 16, 2014

Anniversary

It had been one long crazy up and down year now.
Outside the first snow was falling down sideways
and it was colder than a witch's tit in a steel bra.
He was working on his lighted porcelain Christmas village
and was doing the farm, having placed the last cow.
This was how he had passed several of the last days.
But his thoughts always turned to her without a flaw...
He dreamed of her last night at prom with a corsage!

Of course, they had not even met until well, well after prom...
It was one year ago today that they had accidentally met.
Prom was more than forty years ago for him though much less for her.
Their age difference was the talk of many but did not matter to them.
It was her youth, her incessant beauty, her eyes (those eyes) from
which he drew his strength.  When her long, long hair was let
down nearly to the floor, he would go nuts, maybe run out to get her a fur
or just some white roses (her favorite) and chocolates, all on a whim.

Yes, she had him wrapped around her little finger tighter than a drum
but she did not take advantage of that fact for she loved him as much
as he loved her.  Together, their love had grown to an epic proportion
in a relatively short time.  One year.  On this note, he opened a beer
and toasted to the thin air of her absence, causing consternation in some
and disbelief in others.  Separated by huge distance and time distortion,
their love somehow continued to grow through bad times or good, with no fear.

There was nought to fear for them for they would soon be married for real.
In just a few weeks he would fly to the Philippine Islands and meet her face
to face at long last!  They would almost immediately consumate their love
and live each day and night as if it were their last, holding hands always.
These last few days prior to his plane's departure would often simply feel
unreal, he would be stressed out by the endless wait, as if he were in a race,
a race against time for him and against failed loves for her sent from above
to rescue her man, her Tommy-ko, her asawa.  She loved him in all known ways.

They talked every day and night for hours and hours via Facebook Messenger
and looked at each other in wonder on Skype hearing each other's voices
always as if for the first time.  They exchanged tons of videos and pictures
so that they would not forget each other.  But no matter the length of time
they were separated, they knew in their hearts that they would be together
forever until the end of time.  They knew that God had approved their choices
and had indeed made arrangements for them to meet eons ago, becoming fixtures
in the astrological skies above.  For them, it was without reaon or rhyme.

They mereley knew how they felt and how thier hearts connected one to the other.
Always close, they became ever closer each and every day.  Love grew more strong
with every passing moment.  After their meeting ih person in a few weeks. they
will have solidified their love and made the following re-separation bearable.
Walking down the street, they would attract attention from those who would bother
them and try to break them up.  This they knew was impossible, was very wrong.
They had always been destined for each outher, they knew that there was no way
they would ever leave each other.  So, being as one, they became their own parable.

Happy One-Year anniversary my sweet sweet wife!  I love you and will so forever!

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mindbringer, 15 November 2014
 

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Declaration

You are beautiful!  Beautiful like the sun setting behind Pali,
beautiful like the blue Hawaiian moon.  Beauty like the first Spring day.
You are my sweet darling wife and I worship your beauty really
and truly and from afar.  Soon, I will see you in a different way.
Up close and personal, your beauty will overwhelm and humble me
and I will be left speechless and without anything coherent to say.
Beauty like yours comes but once in an eon and can never simply be
taken for granted but must be acknowledged by all mankind as a play
of infinite repetition amongst the stars and planets. Naturally.
Yes, your beauty eclipses even that of the most vibrant and life-filled bay
out there on distant, wine-dark seas where love's a never-ending possibility.

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mindbringer, 18 Sept 2014

 

Sunday, September 14, 2014

Love Defeats All Enemies

The rooftop turbine stared at the man
through the big hospital room window
like the man was the one that was odd.
But the man was just a man, no less
and no more.  Sure, if he had to guess
the turbine in its lonely plot of sod
had assumed he was old and ready to go
but this was not his intent, not his plan.

The man would live on to fight another day.
A stiff couple of days of anti-biotics had
defeated the serious leg infection and pain
but that was not all that had been at work.
He had got well again not by some mere quirk!
No, there sheltered from the gray days of rain
when everything that happened seemed to be bad
there were other forces and events in full play.

He had a dear loved one that lived very far away.
She had such power over him, such infinite love
for him, that he could feel her presence close by.
Her prayer, her thought, her emotion, her feeling
directed toward him as he lay there under the ceiling
surely had some affect on his health which was why
he loved her so much.  She was his little turtle dove
and they had been married in spirit just the other day.

For ten months they had grown ever deeper in love,
ever closer, ever more caring and knowing of each
other's very soul, that it seemed nigh unimaginable
that they could become even greater in these things.
But this scare caused these two inseparable beings
to realize that what they had was not even tangible
but rather bordered on the mystical; beyond the reach
of mere reality, and had to have been bestowed from above.

Yes, love does conquer all!  All enemies and foes fall slain
at its feet.  The naysayer is left to scratch his shaking head
and wonder how such love is even possible.  He simply does not
understand the workings of divine providence.  The act of God
as funneled through a tiny sweet girl to her loving man, odd
when seen from the outside view but not when they had fought
on all levels to save their love, and in their wedding bed
consumate it with all the blessings deserved by these twain.

Love defeats all its enemies with a hot and withering blast!
With disdain for all non-believers, it marches on side by side
with all lovers and has since time immemorial.  Never tiring,
indefatigable, always protective of those truly in its sway.
Love often defeats death and sickness and sends them on their way
down other paths until some other day dawns, so damned inspiring
it is, causing the lovers to look at each other with eyes of pride
looking at the now that will soon enough be the forgotten past.

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mindbringer, 14 September 2014

 

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Inevitable Forever

Some people have said "Try to live without her!",
as if there was even some kind of an option, a choice.
Her very soul, her being infiltrates me like a whisper
leaving me speechless, without even a voice.

Crippled by love, I limp towards her image like a mirage.
There in front of me but separated by seven thousand miles.
I desire her, need her, want her but am a victim of sabotage.
Lack of options, finances, keep me from kissing her smiles.

So I sit here in my library writing about her unable to touch,
unable to caress, unable to make love to, the heart of my dreams.
She, in the same predicament, does what she can for me, much
like Aphrodite did for all men, she does lots more than it seems.

Marrying me in theory, taking me to be her only love, her only man.
Until we can sign the paperwork, we live our blessed lives as one,
making it each day inevitably together by the grace of God's plan.
When that day comes that we are face-to-face, we will have won.

Victory will be ours!  Our wonderful lives together as one started,
our emotions and desires all satisfied at the same precious time.
We will live and love together until the far end of time, parted
only by death and even then finding each other there in the sublime.

True love is inevitable.  Forever...

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mindbringer, 3 September 2014

 

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

The Ancient Way

There is a green place I go to,
just this side of the old red shed.
I go there to forget myself
and end up finding me instead...

There where one plus one do not equal two,
there where all is alive including the dead.
The great vault of nature like a bookshelf
for all to deposit what they've already read.

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mindbringer, 27 August 2014

 

Sunday, August 24, 2014

The Wine Dark Sea

Flowing down your back like the wine dark Aegean flows down the edge of the world
your long, beautiful hair that sends shivers down my spine lies piled and swirled
on our bed of love, our place where we become one with all of nature and time stops
its endless march forward to, for a time, stay its aging hand, cease its tics and tocs.
Knocks at the door reveal to us finally that there are children in this house of ours
demanding our attentions, wanting us to play with them, to while away the daylight hours.
Reluctantly we release our sweet embrace and move to let in our bundles of pure joy.
In seconds they have taken over our lives and made them their own, seeking a favorite toy,
they are everywhere and nowhere at the same time.  Bright as the sun, smart as a tack,
they bounce upon the poor bed, leap out onto the floor and, as a group, leave their attack
and, curiousity satisfied, pile back into the room whence they came, boisterous and loud,
leaving us alone again, alone to love each other once more without the joyful crowd.

Your passion and mine entwined forever while we lay together as God in his wisdom intended
for loving couples such as us, demonstrating to a love-starved world that has pretended
at love, what true love is really all about, what endless love, unquenchable steaming love,
has to offer it in place of war, strife, violence, hate and avarice.  Yes, great God above
brought us together to be as one in his love, having created us at the beginning of history
always destined to be together at some point in Earth's story, the penultimate mystery
of life incarnate.  Caressing each other, we reach our climaxes as we should, together as one.
Sweating and breathing so hard, we gaze deeply into each other's eyes, there beneath the setting sun.
We talk to each other in low, whispering voices so as to not attact the children again, telling each
other of our love, of our devotion, of our passion, of our needs and wants and desires, to reach
the pinnacle of what married life is all about, the nirvana of our lives, the very snow-topped mountain
of dedication to one another, here in our tiny bed floating down the river of the wine dark Agean.

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mindbringer, 24 August 2014

 

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Where Time Went

Where has all the time gone?
Where have all the angels run?
What is this place we have left?
Of all that is earthly now bereft?

'Tis a land now unclaimed and forgotten
where inhabitants once were always besotten.
Now their blank faces upturned asking "why?"
Seeking mere drops of the old magic they'd sigh.

Sighing and soon to be crying nowhere and no place.
Never to have been a part of this proto-human race.
Empty night lands that old stories told us all about
staring us in our faces with their screamless pout.

Cloulds of dust and blood spray mingled with the sparse rain
to form a preternatural sludge of infintie proportion.  Insane!
Crazy geometric shapes replace the sky, tears of diamonds fall.
The entire remnants of time-born society gathered against yon wall.

There to mesh together and procreate a new replacement history
one where time once again ruled and reigned and led in new glory
those that would follow.  But what of those who would not follow?
It was they who lay just insided your imagination; there in that hollow!

So underlying all of the new societal time was the original land of no time.
A land which in it s nearness  caused effects to be felt in the new land of rhyme.
The humanesque lifforms gathered all as one in a group and picked one of them to be leader.
In place of forgotten time, he ruled this one and all others with the iron fist of a Crusader.

So time slipped back across The Last Frontier, the great "wall" at the end of the expanding universe.
What all lay on the other side of the great wall only time would tell.  A task for which he must rehearse.
Now that time was on that side of the great wall and all else was on this side, a great dilemma presented itself.
If time was forever gone what did that mean?  Was there even a forever now, was there a now?  Was there even a self?

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mindbringer, 13 August 2014

Nine Months (a tribute to Love)

A love like ours most people would find hard to imagine or to believe,
one would expect it to fade away and then set like the Sun on a midsummer's eve.
The Sun which is always shining somewhere on this rock we call Earth
brings abundant life in all of its myriad glories; for all it is worth.

My vision of you often is one of nature's perfection, of nakedness.
This always leads to seeming insanity, to temporary madness.
I am driven crazy by the sight of your precious and sexy body,
so beautiful and made even more so by your posing so oddly.

We have now been together for nine special, extraordinary months,
nine cycles of that bringer of tides in the night sky ensconced.
Nine months of love every increasing, every evolving, ever growing.
Before time even began our love was put into motion by God all-knowing.

How time flies by when you are as deeply and romantically in love as we are!
The days and nights rush past in a confusion of dreams as if seen from afar.
For we've been separated all this time by seven thousand miles of mountain and sea.
Most would say by that standard alone we should not exist, we should never be.

But be we are and are shall we be...or this one was not born under a chestnut tree.
Our love not only existed, it flourished and has now become part of History.
For upon our unworthy heads did far-seeing God bestow this special place in his story,
this place where two such as us were destined to meet and to forever just be.

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mindbringer, 12 August 2014