MADMENS CALLING: pOetRy

Growing older with the seven circles
separating further and further
recognizing yourself without fail
owing nothing to another

I see myself apart from many
the ineluctability of my estrangement
for only few can say they know

I felt like telling the truth, and
the spaces between the lines said I could
but the cries of terror
in broken sighs said otherwise

I'm left to wanting more,
More the a man alone needs,
Needing less than thine fellow man,
Man that need less than what I have

Your Auburn hair can sail heavy with the wind
And which shown west shall fade
At the banks of the lower delta I wait
Missing the palm tree shade

Turn with and lay
Toward Tomorrow
Apace with life and
Devoid of sorrow

Forward my love points
And from aback my
Indecision lay,
Flora and fauna
Amidst swing and sway

Let’s touch with sharp minds
And pierce longing with
New reality

Savour with embrace
—An existence
—Never ere known
Forgotten and blown
From the know of known

Apart from the stars
Without house or home
Aloof of the sky
Apart and alone

I’ll shed these days with yearning
And stare into the sunrise
Falling between reveries
Wishing for time to pass by

Jotting down my thoughts
Letting my mind run
Wild with fantasy
Gazing at the sky
Permeated with
Thoughts of you and I

Eyes and lash
Brown from blue
East and West
I and you
Three ahead
Hours behind
Night to Day
Ahead lay:

Time
Space
Us
Two

Earth
Sun
Moon
Mud

You
I
Sky
Love

He is here as if
A name spoken delivers
Vibration Simple

Beautiful Harlem
A fading ebon visage
Still strong in spirit

These are the most words
I've ever spoken to you
And nothing has changed

Brown worldly woman
Latent fire, smoldering stone
Off to the quarry

Finally we speak
words will never be what can
when I move freely

To be the bridge where
A landing is not in sight
For those weary feet

Words are losing shape
Obscured are their meanings, lost
Mute beneath the earth