The Sprites Of The Lightning

Things don’t just go away

Disappear

Each moment is a nothingness

Filled with doing or being

Creation or destruction

Of a breath.

A static, a forest of soft dark songs,

Mud, when cleared away to reveal mud

Was once covered in poisonous plastic.

I saw a trio of fish eagles soaring high

Above a river:

What a storyline, what a drumbeat

A human soul heavy with anguish, despair and

Confusion is a deluge dangerously lingering

Making gentle ocean lilies floating through

The Innocent Skye

Seem guilty with some unseen fantastical fault.

They are hoping for another future,

One that must start with water again

And light

And dark

And rise no more from the Earth.

Until then, and after,

We are a trio of flying thoughts

Searching for a reason to come back down.

I have caught myself once more.

I may have found a reason.

The Sprites of the Lightning - roadtrip sketch 2009

Lost love now so close, so

Just down the road

I’m wrapped up so close, so

Tight, so controlled.

Can’t keep my mind still, so

Trying to find at least that my mind is still

(I can’t keep it still)

Before it is mentioned I would like to say

I am sick of a certain something

I often like to think

It is me.

I smell chemicals sometimes and other twisted things

Hold all this negativity that is mostly not mine

To keep anyone else from ever feeling bad

Done it for so long, so

Forgotten

And now for a re-membering

The vision of the fearless eyes of the child inside.

They come out to spook me at night.

I hope you are safe inside.

And there will be no end to it, I tell you

One and all.

It’s wonderful, delicious, so

Decadent to slide back to beginning

The left hand side

To push against in order to survive

In a Right Hand World that pulls everything

Too tight.

Portal Key

My old friends

Are you there? Spirits who know me,

You see into my blood.

Can you guide me through

This flowered thorn bush, wild and driven?

Upside-down Latin, these are my only modes

I speak inside.

I seek to form words that speak.

I have much respect, and fear.

I know not what to do

But I trust there is a way.