Imagine

Porch

No freedom from this chrysalis
Can't break from broken life
Caged inside the endless wish
Singing pain from down the strife.
Ain't no new and shiny wings
No flitter, flutter, ain't no fly
No shape appear remaking things
No fly away, no by and by.
Can't stop my dreaming with no noose
Fingers scrabble for release
Done pulled it tight, let it loose
World swings beneath my feet
And they done think it's through
But someday won't be coccooned
Someday life be born anew
Somethin's changed, and doom is doomed
And they ain't see what it be they do
Think killing part done killed the whole
But ain't no trigger kill a soul.

Squeegee is a fun word to say

Mute

Adrift within the mist and haze
Wanderers trapped within a daze
A daydream of a coming
The rains, they fall in green and gray
Softly heard, the pull and sway
Of ancient psalms now humming
Through floods and through the drownings
New buds and blooms come crowning
And hope, a hymn now thrumming
Does not seem so very far away
But for now the world is bleak and gray
And the rains they sound of drumming
The steady beat of yesterdays
The rains have come, are here to stay
Nature's hopes stop strumming
The flowers droop, are beaten down
Leaves are wilting toward the ground
Away from rain's incoming.
Blackness rears it's feral head
Thinking endless hues are dead
That monochrome is numbing
Dumbing our minds, dulling our senses
Yet operating under false pretenses
It could not hear the humming.
For every wilted flower has a beauty of it's own
As if through a veil, before a throne
We'll stand tall, embrace the sunning
And for forgotten shores our souls will sail
All will be well, all will be well
All will be now, with no more coming.

Kaleidoscopes/Collide-oscopes

Sistine

Everything starts with a spark

Even darkness came not from the dark

Even sharpness came not from the blade

But from all that would break it, afraid

As they were of the spark, yes

Afraid as they were of the dark.

Death did not come from itself, no

It did not arise and swallow us whole

For death is merely a rest stop

A halfway house in the dead drop

A place between burning and cold

A place between owning and sold.

A gateway joining souls young and old

Is a bridge that's worth burning I'm told

For each generation's insistence

Is that all the others were senseless

That conformity is the new bold

That the past is best left in the cold.

And everything crumbles to dust

Diamonds turn fragments as ore becomes rust

For none of us stand for a thing

No one is armed with a stone and a sling

As ignorance is the new trust

Tolerance is the new just.

Political correctness became the new right

Safety in numbers, right became might

Strength of arms, loudest voices

Now the blacksmiths of choices

And the armor we wear is too light

One blow and we're out of the fight.

Life now a pointless purveyor

A foolishly hopeful surveyor

Selling well-packaged half-truths

As we lustily gaze from the roof

Our hearts, the unspeakable traitors

Our hopes became our betrayers.

Nothing makes sense in this push and shove

Save the idea that this clay that we're made of

Still holds a spark of resistance

Still hopes that the whole of existence

And all that is spinning therein and thereof

Is kept holding on by your love, by your love.