Return To The Nameless

Even though something nameless digs deep
in the flashy flecks of diamond snow
on
a crisp blue-bird day,
white frosty conifers stand emphatic.
 
rugged eyes of mine hunting
memories of golden summers
full of festivals and travel
 
if only I could dismantle all illusions
of bitter judgement with understanding
 
my explosive heart turning those
tall, heavy temples into rubble
 
would all the world know then,
this euphoria so longed for?
 
turn the backbiters into real, virtuous humans again.
 
level the playing field with honesty
 
return to the nameless
 
discover amazing life-long friends
on a cold, sludge night
when
the truculent elements try to kill you
and
the scandalmongers point and stare
 with greasy, unkind eyes 
 
and
the
heavy handed
words
seem
to bite
you viciously
in the heart.
 
No tangible, pure world to reach for
and
everything from the silent, secret cellar
rises up
with
a
savage rush
and cleaves you with a colder revenge than before.
 
sit down to rest on a log
let the heavy miles soak away
graze the wistful summer
floating in unruly fields of memory
that bring a tear.
 
How could such levels of laughter and great, zany times
resort you to such a taciturn mess?
 
Memory as a messenger delivers you to the cold blues;
if you could play guitar you'd rip out such a song that sets
the world afire.
 
rugged eyes of song hunting a mysterious, nameless feeling
your mind helplessly entangled in the blackberries,
seems like no end or beggininng to them.
 
Launch the heavy drag like a bad set of laws
to the outskirts
the tyrant's face is clean
but he's still responsible for so much death and enslavement.
 
How does one master this life?
By mastering these emotions?
 
Even though the winter freeze
can leave devastating scars on the heart,
still I reach for the golden promise of a friend
to share my nameless troubles and worries with,
when all the world seems to close every door with
its heavy handed mark
 
and
 
I
 
am
 
drenched
 
in
 
solitude
 
trying
 
to
reach a tangible, pure world
of love and light,
 
dying at the memory of color at such fantastic, fall leaves
 
knowing that the windfall from amazing, zany friends
 
will come again to save me.....