Half a sentence away from lace wings

Dead man's head on the wheel

horn blasting for siren's to come

a thought

torn loose by zephyr

travels free

past every Totaliterian sign.

 

Sweet invisible thought

naked

burning

with a mad rush

to explore

what leaves feel

scraping magically down anywhere.

 

A thought untouched by minds

floating through mist

cascading down steep rock,

barefooted boy dreaming for lace wings

along forest edge,

a thought

free from panic

free from all addiction

free from all constrictions,

pride

prejudices

and

hatred.

 

A thought free to roam wild

to feel anything

to leap with fiery eyed squirrels

hopping

limb from limb

better than master ninjas

free to bounce off danger:

objective

loose

skittering across galaxies to reach a radiance

lovelier

than Spring Sunshine

dancing

with vibrant meadow.

 

Petals lean in south bound

gentle on a breeze

begging for a kiss

from a bumble bee,

 

drink my nectar

please never leave

buzz off

fly

fly

but please

return back to me

no more questions of existence

why this

why that

just free

to be anywhere

like God.

 

burning Magnificent

with Red Maples

free from the chain of mad love desire

pulling dead weight battalions through

the Western ghostly sky

haunted by savagely slain spirits

prowling black forests

once

filled

with gun blasts and blood rivers

crazy as the human thoughts that made them.

 

Medieval Man dilapitated and cruel

Medieval Man desperate as a ghoul

searching for the next war-kill.

 

I know a place beyond the cold Oregon

dripping rain night

safe from the pensive lonely stares

safe from murder screams

and

mad house Corporations

digesting people into profits

safe from the alleyway suicides

and

the helpless kidnapped innocence

found in a ditch

near the cold cold tracks,

hiding in shadows lurks the ever eluding lunatic

running rampant

all over the world.

 

   I know a place beyond the lush green longing,

    behind

red bursting Magnificent Maple burning

always there longing through my shadow trampled heart

behind buffalo

stampedes

roaring unstoppable

in

the

heat

of her sweet sweet kiss.

 

Behind the songs of silky voice

 skating through the treasured vistas

 of memory so sweet

it flashes suddenly alive

out of sheathe

forever to shine:

BEAUTY'S KNIFE

slicing in your heart

like summer stars dancing in nights

when you snuck away

to melt in life:

barefooted boy running and dreaming for lace wings

behind a captive verse skipping on glassy lakes that pace

a heavy mind

weighed down by decimated loss

of heart and friend.

 

Long blistered miles add up

on tired cracked bleeding feet.

A cry for HOME is felt in every aching bone

an invisible lasso pulls you in

but you can't get you out

tattered feelings

lay splattered in the moon reflective puddles of wintry night walks

every Fall leaf absorbing the shine of both worlds.

 

Half a sentence away from a lapse

into cold pools of Truth.

 

Once again I know a place that I cannot see

but I know is There

like a brilliant thought you reached

on a summit of illimitable hopes and blinding dreams.

 

A place beyond sad drenched streets

where hopes and flesh do not starve or freeze.

I know a place I cannot see

but feel is there

some Magnificent friendly Hand reaching to be known

reaching to reach out to me, to us, to let us know

it's Here, It Cares.

I know a place I cannot see

but feel is there

It whispers to me at night

like a Father in my ear

embraces me on a warm Island

floating floating flowing floating

out at sea

lazy waves stroll in soft as eyelashes

to touch and tickle

what I cannot see

impossible whispers turn to invincible songs

I never remember

in naked form

if only You could linger longer next to me

and

SING ..........

these soft waves licking sand across my tattered

hostage dreams.

roll back in

and

take me out

please,

to your singing Magnificent Sea.....

 

Can I toboggan slide down your cool track of Tolerance

to feel the patience of Unconditional love and peace?

 

Can I cross star trestle river strikes

where sweet flows course down God's infinite Heart

burning brighter than even these Magnificent Red Maple Leaves?

Can I be invented as Freedom's thought

but shaped the size and color of a red maple leaf,

That people know are there but cannot see?

 

Can I float across the galaxy like this

just YOU and ME?

Free to express anything

Free to shine twice in the summer twinkle of a child's eyes

who just won something of importance

or

is

reunited with her Mother and Father.

 

Free to inspire the genius of a tortured artist who overcomes his doubt

with that delicate, special touch that changes lives for centuries to come?

 

Free to be that Voice singing so pure

auditorium eyes are filled with salty tears

making people think of their Mother

and her

Garden

and

how bright it was to walk through there.

Free to be a song remembered loved and cherished running

through the world faster than Chariots Of Fire,

 

Free to be a speech so strong it gets shot down but comes back

forever as Legend for the courageous heroic Truth

It touched upon in a dangerous time

filled with oven baked murders and absolute Terror.

 

Free to be the invisible thread of love

star-lit and still flowing through incredible

vast distances

half a sentence away from a perfected masterpiece

that will not get recognized or seen or heard until

long later.

 

Free to be the Light-House of human spirit

and to never kneel or yield

to reins of Totaliterian regimes.

 

Free to be a smile blooming beneath

soft maple magic.

 

Somewhere out there

beyond their drab dark talk

plays the wild music he is seeking,

 

Somewhere out there, in here,

 a vast beautiful creature awaits to saturate his soul

half a sentence away from vanishing

I could melt away from every burden to find YOU once again.

  

I know a place I cannot see

but know is there beyond the desolation

of insane deeds

there is a quiet master singing through the trees

trying to help us see.

We are Free

We are Free

to be

the miracles of our thoughts and dreams

please please

do not turn away

but take a leap of faith

rise rise

rise through Me

to be

everything

and more

than what

the eye can see

please take this limited sight from me,

and

show me what i know is there but cannot see

barefooted boy dreaming for lace wings

along forest edge.

 

Reach back in to me

seize me please

all is restless now

all is restless now

my silent voice

a longing thought

floating naked and panic free

half a sentence away from lace wings

vanishing to the fiery Maple of your sweet

silky dreams...........