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Daily Poem # 2 – Very Well

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Very well

The chill descends like bedding

Hospital corners tucked snugly round all sleepy hollows

The metros also greet the pallid wedding

The inbetween with all its bürgers also Follows

Very Well

In waves they flutter to their fires

Depths assemble to drink the year

Expectation charms it hires

To stay processions fear

Very well

Pleasant pleasures play

Wash the waxing wheel

Well accounted billionth ray

Some they fester some they heal

Very well

The purpose of all record

Is solidified

Through the firming flame of old

With cold to so betide

Is

Very Well

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Daily Poem # 1 – Legerdemain

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Ergonomic

Economic

Very frugal my legerdemain

It’s a magic

That is clicking

Constant warmup

…clock is ticking…

You

Won’t catch up

It’s

The brain

Gotta balance some elixir esoteric as the East

So you pop and so you stumble in the service of the Beast

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Stardust’s Hymn

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The sun drinks in all of our history

The sun remains there

Hunky Dory

Just don’t stare

The sun is a mystery

Rolling on

Hunky Dory

Nothing’s gone

The sun shines through every memory

It lit all paths

Just Hunky Dory

Now it laughs

The sun smiles melancholy

Been alive

Through every folly

It will drive

The sun brings rain

Prismatic lights to spring

Again again
Forever shall it sing

For one single ray

To shine down

To illuminate a fraction of a day
Infinity would drown

Deep End – Poem

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I take my time deciding

So learn to love eternal wading

Till we are

Floating in the deep end

Sending our starlight far

Patience isn’t indecision

Hey there Frances
Don’t check my vision

Follow my feet there’s dances

You can only learn to listen

You can not learn to do

For everything you hear

It surely will do you

So don’t you over hasten

Don’t burden yourself with more

Because I’m right beside me

Moving cross the checkered floor

Lift the veil of starlight free

Yes free the sun

Let it know that it’s the shaded squares

That have all of the fun

And if she squints sincerely dares

She’ll soon know shades are luminous
Luminosity is shade

They never grow too numerous

Or are subject to relativist blade

For here same is not equivocation
So dearest

Let’s share in the elation
Of an autumns’ pint of rest

In any age, country or station
How I love your rosy breast

But remember I am patient

And so you must as well

For if you make me play the parent

My lips will have but naught to tell

Yes wade on out with into the deep end

But don’t depend

Upon the end

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Again Again (Original Lyrics and Song Demo)

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The result of a brief little jam session I was able to squeeze in last night.

I made it on the fly and just now wrote down the lyrics for those who prefer poems to songs.

DAW (i guess it’s a DAW) – Audacity (Effects – compression, equalization, reverb (or echo IDR) )

Instruments – Guitar, Violin, Vocals

Lyrics

All the puzzle pieces are such familiar places

I use them to make traces of my past

And that’s the path I walk on

In repetitious circles

I just go round and round and round

Sometimes I think that

That I have found

 A line that is straight

But I’m still on the ground

I’m still going round

 O Yea

Wait a little while with me

Wait a little while and see

The magic of a symmetry

Of 3 and 6 and 0 degree

 

Is the wine any less fine

Just because you’ve tasted it

Once more

Once more

So come on by and knock on

And knock on my old door

So come on by and let’s sit

Let’s sit on my floor

Let’s pourout all the whiskey

Pour it into dirty cups

Let’s pull out a bit of a bit of something

That we never ever ever grow weary of

All these starry thoughts

Of forever… and above…. and beyond…. and between….

In the light of the trees

And the evenings cool cool cool breeze

I am waiting waiting you are waiting waiting

Why are waiting

Why are we frustrating

When we could

Be turning round as the wheel

And to feel what is real

Is the motion of eternal

Again … again

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Athena’s Embrace in which Divisions Desolve (Poem, Experimental)

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I have to guard the sacred fire

To teach the world to dance

I’m here to tell you that there’s a difference

It’s not all the same

I’m here to show you how to call things by their proper name

There is a proper name

That there is

There is a proper name

I have to guard the sacred fire

To teach the world to dance

I’m here to tell you that there’s a difference

She said…

Bare feet traversed the marble tile. As checkered and cold as the gaze of the traveler. Upon her brow a laurel within her grasp a blade.

I stood regarding. Calm descended for I was master of my flesh. This specter though fearsome fair would not cow me nor stay my stride toward father sun.

“I have stripped hair from my skull, I have dug tendrils from my rib, I have sung to vultures, and feasted on want. Woman, wisdom, I owe you not a shred of obeisance. You speak of fire and you see I am already charred. Now step aside and drop your mother’s pretense for I am no child.”

She laughed a silent laugh but loudly so loudly from each eye.

“Your tongue bleeds war. Scarcely have you been weaned o babe of the abyss. Cling now homeward for Hades weeps for its child.”

“I shall pass to drink and dance with shimmering joys, to bespeckle the sky with guide, and wonder. You speak of names, you speak of truth, so what pray tell is yours?”

A thin smile spread over the desolate beauty of ice.

A bird of night winged down between us. Within its talons a parchment.

The slowest hint of nod.

I unfurled the feathered couriers gift.

“Though art the way?”

Having read I looked in question.

The answer was the hilt of sword.

I knew. I knew and I plunged the testament within my breast.

She held me and I held her.

And the boundary nullified…dissolved…division…

And so I sang

That there is

There is a proper name

There is There is There is

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Miles from October (Poem)

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I’m so terribly sober

Bone dry and miles from October

Baking in the southern air

Out here where the summers stare

One by one they are aligned

And their weapons are inclined

In morbid array

Pointing out the end of day

Day eh eh eh away o day

Where the waters no longer run

No prism is painted by the sun

I row – I row

I’m so terribly sober

Bone dry and miles from October

You sow

My sweet fictional tomorrow

You only beg and borrow

Time will show the circles full

As I row past

All Passing

Here there is no guessing

Where

I’m so terribly sober

Bone dry and miles from October

Well

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Apollo’s Grunge (Poem)

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Apollo's Grunge

Any old paper will do

A scribble or typeface is equally true

As a nod unto firmament

Or some bittersweet heart’s lament

To write is to sing

To speak is to breathe

Giving souls a wing

And nerves reprieve

How cheap is the pleasure

Of such a great treasure

A pen and a paper you pulled from the refuse

Gift worthy of the most beautiful muse

Winter Drizzle (Poem)

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Drops against my window

On a Wednesday Afternoon

All came in a neat row

Neither slow nor soon

As I lay dreaming

My limbs drank in their soothing sound

Carrying a meaning

Of times and spaces more profound

For all is water

All was always so

Since Eve’s first daughter

Watched its ebb and flow

There is motion

There is meaning

In the ocean

Of my dreaming

As the patter on the window

Does with every moment grow

Like the trees that lined the garden

Long ago

There is only memory and pardon

In the winter drizzle

I now know

Hanging with Cecilia – Moody Piano Impromptu and Poem

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There’s a wee spider beneath my keyboard…

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so I’m…

Hanging With Cecilia…

Lady Cecilia Meenor Spider spun her silken web

Lady Cecilia Meenor Spider controlled the flow and ebb

Of the weird ocean known as time

Even though lady Cecilia Meenor Spider was no greater than a Dime

Running up and down and back and forth

Up to the south

and down to the north

For gravity, she had nothing but derision

For all her, goings were her own decision

Lady Cecilia Meenor Spider

This masterful seamstress

Was a divine glider

Keeping the magic staying distress

Though the fly’s plight might seem tragic

When caught in her net

His permutation for her satiation

Is a communion without regret

Drunk on her poison feeling no pain

The six-legged flyer releases his soul but not in vain

For Cecilia spider has sent him on home

Where he’s a light beneath a magnificent dome

Thus is the keeping of time and its half

So darling don’t fear

For death is a laugh

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