Thursday, January 12, 2017

Self Destruction

The man woke up as usual at three in the morning.
He opened his first cold beer of the day and,
likewise, lit up his first cigarette.  Pure bliss
and still another day to somehow make it through.
He knew for a fact that his late wife waited for him.
Waited for him in Heaven.  Don't worry my Love!,
he thought. I am not long for this world without you.
Still another day of drinking and smoking and eating
what he wanted to, doing what he wanted to, lay before
him.  Was it the Abyss, or was it destiny?  Inevitability?
Time would answer that question.  Relentless, remorseless,
unforgiving Time.  He would make it as easy as possible
for the Fates to deal with him accordingly.  Rather than
the arrows of Love that used to pierce his heart, mighty
Zeus now threw lightning bolts through it.  The sound of
his Thunder echoed through his Soul.  No longer embracing
Life, he eschewed it whenever possible.  Looking forward
to sunsets rather than risings, to Winter's cold fingers
rather than Spring's rebornings.  Mournings, not Mornings...

mindbringer, 12 January 2017

Friday, January 6, 2017

Heaven On Earth

From far skies, your long hair falls to the Earth like meteorites ablaze,
their glorious descent attracting the gaze of all those who dream.
Dream of Love incarnate, that maybe, just maybe, one being of Creation
is worthy to contain the Light of Heaven in her deep, dark, piercing eyes.

For all eternity, the entire Cosmos is in rapture, turning nights into days!
All else throughout the long ages of History, has seemed but some scheme,
when compared to the inspiring essence and fiery heat of your being.  Elation
is but the first effect of the true Love melting between your golden thighs.

I am chief amongst the Dreamers.  Those whose dreams are like the Sun's rays.
Beaming outwards into the entire universe, seeking always that greatest Theme.
The Theme of Love.  Of Love eternal, both ideal and real.  Pouring out libations
of loving kindness upon the World, in return for causing in you Pleasure's sighs.

mindbringer, 6 January 2017

The Light Of Eternal Love

You hold my Soul, cupped like starlight in your soft hands.
Eyes that go on forever shift towards the light like desert sands.
Seeing me there in the light, you join with me as One in bliss.
Our love that has grown with every passing moment, our kiss
that has lasted since the beginning of time, must needs melt
and bind together.  The intertwining of our heart strings, felt
rather than seen, sends our uncontainable Love, shining forever
like the fullness of the Moon, revealed to all and ending never.

mindbringer, 6 January 2017

Saturday, November 26, 2016


Incessant rains pour down each new day as inevitable as Death.
Over chains of normally green islands, a grayness has settled in.
The already oppressive humidity, added to by the falling showers,
seeps into the Soul, bringing forth a profound lethargy of the Spirit.
The air's heaviness is stale and makes it hard to take a deep breath.
One has a tendency to address this affrontery with brandy or gin,
substituting false bravado for the dry season's wiling away of hours.
Will we then complain at the lack of rain once we no longer have it?

mindbringer, 26 November 2016

Winter's Steely Grip Released

The ups and downs and round and rounds
of Life keep their steely grip on our days
and are much harder to deal with than it sounds.
It is due somewhat to not understanding the ways
people change so quickly and hence it compounds
the ways we interact and adapt.  How it plays!
Other causes are harder to explain and just confounds
an already confused process.  And so stress stays
our constant companion.  Unpredictability abounds!
It could be the time of year, as Psychology says,
but I think it is more likely our choice that hounds
us at every turn.  So, choose to bask in the Sun's rays,
as the days are shorter now, and you will gain pounds
of happiness and cheer since Nature's Laws our Life obeys!

mindbringer, 26 November 2016

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

A Light In The North

The North Polar skies lay dark and cold, yet beckoning in their quiet.
Save for the Aurora Borealis, cosmic fires flickering above in seeming riot,
nothing but towering spires of the ancient castle pierced the Winter night.
From far atop the tallest tower, there shown forth a blinding bright red light!
Residents of the surrounding town saw it at once.  It was precious to their sight.
For they knew that soon their benefactor and leader would fly out like a kite!

He had cheeks so red they rivaled the color of his furry suit as well as the cherry nose
of his lead reindeer, head of the team of eight that carried him forth on dancing toes.
In just this one night, he would circle all mankind again and again, bringing clothes
and toys and hand-carved goods made here from time immemorial.  To all he'd pose
that ancient question, "Good or bad?" He knew if true or false the answers they chose!
If bad or false, rather than opening, instead the bottomless sack on his back would close.

The spreading of cheer and goodwill amongst men and women his sacred Honor and Duty,
he spent the whole year prior to this special night making and creating gifts of joy for all to see
when early on the morning of the Birth of Our Savior, Christ the King, they would jump with glee
and run from their bedrooms to look at the wonder of it all, brought magically to them by he
who was truly a jolly old soul and whose entire rotundity quivered like a bowstring when upon his knee
the tiny elf tickled him and called out to those catching them at their task:  "Merry Christmas to thee!"

mindbringer, 23 November 2016

Mountain Eve Revisited

The faint, but visible, wisps of smoke drifted through the scented pines,
seeking out the endless realms of sky above them to dissipate ethereally
amongst the red and purple clouds of a new Sun rising above a far horizon.
The source of their being, a small but brave fire built in the primeval woods,
carried on its ancient instinct and provided steady warmth to the those nearby:
A rather large, jolly-looking, seemingly old, white-bearded elf and his friends.

As old as Time, a leather-covered sleigh lay off in the forest hidden amongst vines.
The elf's friends consisted of a team of Reindeer that stood around him faithfully,
now unharnessed, while taking a much-deserved break here in this hidden basin.
A blue enamel pot of coffee boiled upon the flames while the elf gathered foods
for his long-time companions.  Satisfied, as always, with their timeless urge to fly
around the Whole Wide World in a single night.  A flight upon which all depends.

He sat now upon a fallen log, used so often before in this annual ritual, near mines
of gold and silver long past spent of their treasures.  The quiet now settled in ideally
covering the forest glen with the restful silences of true Nature, the rotund Citizen
of The Ages, dressed all in robes of red and boots of black, now without any goods
in his tremendous sack sitting in the back of the golden sleigh, gave a grateful sigh
and, laying a finger aside his nose, loudly spoke the words which he forever sends:


mindbringer, 23 November 2016

Monday, November 21, 2016

Lady Of The Daunting Smile

Oh my Lady, my truest love, I love your daunting smile,
To see it in all of its glory, I would walk the very last mile!
Your soul, your very being, your essence is reflected in it.
As we are One, soul mates, brought together by God, let
everyone know of our great affection for each other,
our total surrender of ourselves, each the ultimate lover.

Your thousand smiles would launch a thousand ships,
over the wine-dark sea.  Launched to kiss your sweet lips!
Your soft breasts bared to the Universe for all to see,
it is me that is the privileged one that gets to always be
enveloped by your love, entwined in your legs and arms.
Secretly or publicly, we embrace fully and raise the alarms!

Let the whole world know of our commitment to Love!
Let God send down and bless our lives with his Holy dove.
We were known by Him since the beginning of Time.
It is He who made us one, to inspire the poet's rhyme!
Together the rest of His Universe was affected
by our example to evolve as He wanted. Perfected!

Now, along with the aid of His angels, we shall be
Lovers and the best of friends throughout History.
Yes, for all eternity until we two sit by His side
in Heaven, the Moon will always draw the tide
and the Sun will always rise, the rivers always flow.
And we, the sum of all Creation, will unite as one Soul!

So, my sweet darling angel, come to me in our lover's bed,
rest upon my waiting shoulder your weary head.
I will comfort thee and make love to thee, and we
shall know what God hath wrought here by the roiling Sea.
Pleasure we will give and pleasure we will take!
Our loving will not stop ever and new Life we will make.

So, smile, my dear, smile until the Universe blinks!
And the spinning Milky Way all together winks.
All will be prone to do the same as we excite
all Nature with our passions of each special night.
So, as you walk on clouds of ecstasy, I will see
that you are all that I will ever need just to "be".

mindbringer, 3 November 2016

Saturday, November 19, 2016

I Can Never Not Love You!

As other pretty women come and go,
much like ubiquitous Colorado snow,
I always circle back around to what I know,
that You and I with the Tides do flow
always back together by a colossal undertow
as if participants in some celestial show.

Always covered by God's Silver Liner,
the plans for us of our Great Designer
could never ever produce anything finer
than our love which seems a Cosmic Timer
writing the story of Us as Devine Rhymer.
We are Love's foundation, her infinite primer.

The Universe keeps track of us hour by hour
while below on Earth the unfolding flower
scents our way with Nature's loving power.
Down there, by the wine-dark Sea's bower,
for us is erected by Angels an immense tower,
a tower below which all unlike us cower.

Afraid of their own mutually exclusive shadows, alone
they are doomed to wander under Heaven's dome
forever chasing dreams of a life, of an unlived Poem.
Not like them, We instead grow every closer and roam
the ethereal realms, hand in hand, far above Atlantis' foam.
And our story is ever kept alive in God's Holy Tome.

mindbringer, 9 November 2016

Friday, June 10, 2016

The Mountains of Penzance

The Mountains of Penzance fell to the sea all in a tumble.
From deep within them you could hear an ominous rumble!
The major stream cascaded over the edges in a fit and a fumble.
Crashing far below into the rocks at water's rough-carved edge,
she had beaten out over millennia a depression shaped like a wedge
and smoothed out every pointed outcrop and protruding ledge.

Further back from the edge on the Mountain's tops and backcountry,
deep into primeval forests, sudden deep canyons, many an old-growth tree
and rushing, glacier fed rivers, there lay ancient lands as far as you could see.
Utter Penzance.  As old as the Rise of Man.  Immutable.  Inscrutable.  Fearless.
A permanent haze and smoke rose from the lands as if they would confess
their many sins and deeds of daring, plunder and conflict.  War.  Wilderness.

Here dwelled human beings still with their massive dogs and beasts of burden.
Dark and gnarled from many years of hard labors grabbing life from the Mountain,
they'd learned the magic of the hills and their willpower and resolve would only harden.
And over them all an ethereal being, a beautiful and powerful Queen of light ruled
with gentle but unyielding hands backed up still by her huge sword that had drilled
many a miscreant and evil-doer.  And her name was Enigma.  And she was much feared.

Unbeknownst to them all, a volcano that had slept since the dawn of Earth's making
was preparing to awaken with all the pent-up violence of the molten core forsaking
all to a Doom only talked about in whispers around campfires since the land's taking.
Feeling the trembles and shakes well before the others, Enigma took up her sword.
Mystery it was called.  She gathered her personal guard and rode off to face the Lord
of Fire.  She never doubted her ability to deal with Nature Unleashed, could not be floored.

Riding up after a perilous journey through falling rocks from the sky to the crater's very edge,
she raised her brilliant, shining Mystery up high and shouted at the Lord to come off his ledge
and to face her in fair battle like the giants of old.  But the smug being would not budge.
With a shattering cry, she leapt her horse off into the depths to land far below in his domain.
There, they fought for days and nights on end, until at last her great heart burst into a rain
of bright red blood.  The Lord of Fire erupted then and Utter Penzance was never seen again.
mindbringer, 10 June 2016