Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Oak


Oak
 Anchoring me with tangled branches rooted deep to the ground
 Envelopes my heart and my mind to this place where he doesn't need to be
 Emerges through the darkness growing towards light
like
 The eye of the storm in this chaos he is calm and safe
 A dream so peaceful that you wish to never awake 
 A flicker of light in the darkest of nights
Holding within his branches my heart
 Leaves camouflage my soul so he won't have to let me go

CL

My Love, My Fear


My Love Strong, Purpose Understanding, Unwavering, Sheltering Light, True - Cold, Nothing Falling, Sleeping, Clouding Shadowed, Mirage My Fear  CL

My despair


Despair is this to me.
 Lies that I saw more clearly than I could him
 His face unchanging the sound of the motion of his mouth
 His tone as deceptive as his promise to care
This is Despair to me.

CL

I Wish...


I wish
You could fly
Back here to my open arms
I would entwine your heart with the warmth of my love
And never ever let you go again
So that your smile would be the first thing I see
And I could prove to you that I am all you will ever need
And you would never want to leave

CL

Guiding Light


It Hangs there 
Next to me
Inspiring
Creating a kaleidoscope in my mind
Coloring my world
Thoughts are his shining armor, and he is my Knight

CL

Dusk Til Dawn


Dusk
Milky, Shadowed
Hazing, Enveloping, Intoxicating
Silhouette , Moon - Life, Sunshine
Highlighting, Awakening, Daydreaming
Rising, Painted citrus
Dawn


CL

Because I Am


Because life is never fair
Because she couldn't let it be
Because she loved her mind's future
Because that love came in disguise
Because she was like the moon
Half of her was always hidden

CL

A Poison

It's a method in our head that's so septic we need to shed. 
Desperation shreds the heart and rips the mind apart. 
Like dreams slipping down the drain
  Volcanos consuming the rain
  Poison eating the blood in a vain. 
Looking forward at your own back
You only see a cycle through a glass crack. 
A deserted den,
Broken pens,
With letters nowhere to send,


This is how it's been.    

CL

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

A Modern Day Common Sense

We all know dirty wealthy white elites rule the world, we all know police are beating us down daily and stealing our crops, we all know we are being poisoned so we go to the doctors to get another prescription from big pharma, we all know that democracy does not work, and we all know that there is no one else to blame except for ourselves. The same sad pitiful face we look at everyday we wake up and look into the mirror wishing it was magical. 
All the activists that don’t act except on the occasional. All the protestors that protest on the occasional. Yes, all in vein. Think not? Think again. Who really notices your actions? except those who are already by your side? No politician notices behind their marble walls and cherry oak desks with their Italian leather office chairs and their high thread suits. 300,000 in campaign contributions please and no fear of federal indictments. 
We have reached a Plateau, a stone wall, a cliff face and no one else is going to attempt to help us overcome. Who is awake now is it. The rest that refuse to wake up will remain content with the way things are and are unreliable. We are the last stand and it is time for action not weekend protesting that no longer matters. Todays generation has no common sense nor has even read Payne’s Common Sense let alone read a book longer than 47 pages. What will it take to regain what we as humans are gifted at birth? What will it take to get back to the roots that had ideals and rights protecting us from the exact position we are in today? 
We have no more Daniel Morgans or Paul Reveres, we have no more Washington's or Paynes, no more that are willing to say we are fed up. What do we have? Pokimon Go and Xbox, Pepsi and Coors, Sports stars getting paid millions, technocrats and aristocrats, the RNC and DNC, Vatican and U.S. Military, Rothschilds and Rockafellers. Enough distractions to occupy the minds of the weak. Just weak enough until you try and take these things out from under them then they will fight for their enslavement. They will fight their own blood to keep their head in the sand. They will disassociate to kill people they don’t know for reasons they have no idea what for. They will kill to disassociate.
So stay confined to your soap boxes and your free speech zones.
I see that which you choose not to see, that which you choose not to hear, that which you choose not to act upon.
I fear that which you have no conceptual grasp for. A fear you cannot comprehend.
I walk on streets littered with the unread leaflets of Common Sense crumpled and stained with your blood.
I breathe the fowl air burdened with the stench of bile and gun powder and I cough in stride.
You understand not what they show us, what they tell us, and what they do to us.
You pay them to lock you up. You pay them to kill you.
You pay them to spy on you and you pay them to indenture you.
You see the mask smiling at you but you fail to see the plot just beneath. You fail to see the slope of a nose staring at you from atop the pyramid.
You fail to see the red and blue pulsating flicker rates during the half time show. You fail to see because you really don’t want to. 
It can’t be this way you tell yourself. They wouldn’t do that to us you remind yourself.
There was a time when this country was considered great. Land of the free and home of the brave. Yet somewhere we lost the sense of our past, lost the sense of who we are, and lost the sense of our sense. Do our bombs burst in the air or just our fireworks? 
What does it mean to live in a free society anyway. We have freedom to speak yet we have hate speech. We have freedom to practice religion yet we kill in the name of religion. We have rights and freedoms yet I would ask what are these and where are they. 
There was a time, not long ago, a time in which good men fought for good ideas. Fought for good hearts and good causes. Causes like the most important one called freedom. An idea long since lost in still frames and 30 frames per second. Lost in translation and translated for us to save time. Public relations telling us what to like, believe, fear, purchase, and preach. 
There was a time when great men met at a pub to discuss livelihood, prosperity, and happiness not single serving conversations like what I hear these days. Sports scores, who said what about who, how intoxicated you got last night while chugging a beer. It sickens me to think that the future of such a great foundation is left to such a tragic institution of puppets. I dare not ask what are you willing to die for let alone fight for and quite honestly the idea frightens me the level in which one would go to protect their own enslavement. Slavery that is actually dismissed and never even spoken of. It’s not hash tagged, it’s not trending, and it’s not the buzz yet it lurks right there in front of you masked with a smile. 
How did we not become indebted to France rather than bankers whom never held let alone fired a gun? Individuals who care not of your well being but rather their own well being of their deep pockets. A small group of individuals whom shape the world you live in with financing all sides guaranteeing their return. 
I dream of bumping into a Franklin or Jefferson. Chit chatting with George Washington over some home distilled whiskey discussing the evolution of revolutions that have freed men over the generations. Joking about making the Red Coats run with their tails between their legs. Out numbered 10 to 1 and yet an idea triumphed. No shoes, no socks, sometimes no food or even clothes. Musket ball rations and sleeping under the stars… in the snow. These men would and are weeping over our insolence and unpatriotic dissonance. Rolling in their graves wouldn’t begin to explain the discourse of their ideas of a future in our hands that we have so readily relinquished to another crown, another Red Coat. These men wouldn’t fight with us. They wouldn’t even fight for us. 
Your food is taxed, your homes are taxed, your goods are taxed, your labor is taxed, your entertainment is taxed as well is your life. Taxes on your health coverage, prescriptions, medical procedures, and your death. Your vehicles are taxed and your vacations. Your children's education and trust funds are taxed. 
You pay to send your children to a war for control over oil that you are taxed for to purchase. 
You send your children to foreign countries to kill humans that just want to live like you or I without persecution of way of life.

Every man and woman on this planet lives in sin because they will not help their brothers and sisters. They will not stand up for what is inherently right and morally conscious. They do not love all if any and they refuse to speak truth. You remain confined in a diverse division of a population determined for self destruction 

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

United Serfs of America

The ground growls like a lions roar The air is scented with gun oil Automated birds hum silently above Like an eagle stocking it's prey We sing freedom Fog of war creeps through our concrete jungle in darkness Gravel trembles as rubble closes in Rain falls from silent birds stinging and blinding us We sing freedom Community stands undivided Cannon barrels peek around building corners and blast bleach infected water We fall but are picked up by faith and heart We sing freedom Rubber shots scream from rooftops and flash bangs surrounds us. Yet we still hear urban rubber soles stomp toward us Our ears and noses bleeding Our hearts cry freedom Blurry figures behind shields with batons emerge before us Gas masked faces and layered plated body armor divides humanity from an industrial complex Silence stuns the air as a moment of clarity enlightens us Our minds chant freedom

Part 1

Sitting in my chair from which my mind flows from my fingers to my keys I notice my eyes drowning with exaustion and they grow oh so heavy and I catch myself nodding off constantly when I hear a tapping at my window. At my window a tapping grows ever so annoying and I must see what this tapping at my window would be. I approach my window from which this tapping grows louder and stop just before my window to listen to the tapping. Listening to this tapping on my window I try to deserve what this tapping is coming from. I open my window from which this tapping is disturbing my minds work and a large Raven saunters in through the now silent window and perches himself on my sill. Some moments of silence pass as I grow intrigued by this bird of nusense and I ask, "Why hath you disturb me this eve great Raven?" I look in my mind and see that I have asked an animal a question that obviously is unable to answer aloud because after all, animals cannot speak to us. Nevertheless, I repeat myself with a more stern tone just in case by chance he would learn language instantly. "Why hath thee disturbed me this eve O great Raven?" The large Raven shuffles a bit and this time surprises me. This time he surprises me with the gift of speech which I was always under the impression that we humans were the only species gifted with. "It is time. I am your undead and it is time for your journey." The massive Raven replied. I am stupefied by this. What is this I think to myself. What is this speaking before me? A talking bird? He hops down off my window sill and walks over to the door and waits for me. An image is painted in my head of this great Raven as his tauney scaly foot scratches at my door. A hissing screeching sound emits from his talons as they dig into my oak door leaving deep gouges in it with light falling from the damage. "Where would you have me go at this hour my dear undead?" I say. As if preprogrammed or just annoyed by all my questions he replies simply by repeating what he has already said. "Its time for your journey and we must go. No more questions. It is time and we must go." I walk to my door and as I am about to open it this great, undead Raven pecks at my foot and skulks at me in a loud quick tone. "Why hath thee attempt to hurt me O undead Raven of me?" I say shockingly. He simply states, "I said no more questions." As I begin to open my den door to navigate my very familiar flat I notice a cold breeze entering my den and this confuses me as I see moonlight breaching my den room. How is this possible? How has sight returned to me? I dare not ask the Raven, this undead massive Raven in fear of losing a toe. Am I dreaming? This is a dream for certain. I must be dreaming although I can feel the wind on my skin, the moonlight on my face yet I can see the man in the moon watching over me and Ravens wondering about the fields and trees. The trees, giant old growth oak trees and tall unkept wild grass growing for what seems to be a centuries worth of time and a pathway winds its way through this thick fertile landscape. "Where hath I entered? Surely this cannot be my homestead. Where hath thee taken me? I spoke from the shock of sight and this odd environment when I am interrupted by a sharp beak pecking at my foot once again. "Questions, questions that you ask I grow tired of. No more questions Darragh, questions nevermore." He sharply says to me. "Forevermore my dear undead, forevermore." I mockingly reply to the Raven hoping he doesn't remember his ancestor wrapping at someones chamber door. Praying he doesn't jab at me once more with his aged beak, praying he doesn't make me weep this journey forevermore.I look beyond the tall green grass into the trees from which deep within I see a greenish white glow. Fireflies surround us shining light upon us as we walk closer to the pathways entrance. More fireflies rest atop the tall grass blades along the trail as if signifying and illuminating the path set before us. We begin our journey or what is to be my journey as the great Raven so delicately put it. After all, from every tale or story I have read the guide always departs before journey's end and so I know that this undead bird must hold the same fate. "I am your soul keeper Darragh and my only task is just that. Your soul is what matters and how you perceive what it is you're about to see. I can interpret what it is you will see and what were the causes of such pain and suffering from which you have dreamt of in years past." I am confused by what this Raven has told me and as I think of how to phrase a question without discipline I am quickly distracted by the sight in the not to far distance. Weaving our way through the tall lusciousness grass from which the fireflies light, we approach the tree line of the oak trees. Tall themselves and old they miniturise their surroundings. Resting ravens perch upon their branches frozen in time. All seem much smaller than my undead friend and I ponder their reason. "They are not yet assigned Darragh. They have no guardianship as of yet unlike the ones we are coming up on." He says as if reading my mind. It would seem I need not ask questions aloud for he is my soul keeper so it must be that he is apart of me. I gaze outward from our path and see wonderers. These people seem lost. Ragged and torn from their own reality they graze on my thoughts. Each of which have their own raven either flying above circling or riding their souls shoulders. I seem to recognize these people immediately. Past acquaintances and friends that since have not shared my mind or love. Wondering about looking for something that they don't even know what to look for. Slouching, dirty, and ungroomed past associates and friends glare at me as we pass. One in particular approaches the pathways edge unable to set foot in my path and stares at me. "Are you here for me? Are you here to release me?" He asks me confusingly but I can't help him. "What art thous name and business sir?" I ask the grungy man. "I am Sam Darragh. Have you no recollection of your best friend from years ago?" He asks me in a higher tone echoing through the thick nights air. "Sam? Of course, now I remember Sam from years ago. What fate have you become?" I appear interested but really I just want to move on as the glow catches my attention more so. "I am lost for eternity Darragh. I am lost eternally awaiting for thee to free me." He replies saddened by his own realization. "Tell me Sam, who is it to be that you need to free thee? He simply says with almost a drone tone, "You. Tis you Darragh." I am perplexed by his response as silence overcomes me. "Tell me Sam, what tis the green light from. Over there," as I point to the oak trees glowing green properties. "do you see? The green light from within the forrest?" "No, no. You must not venture to the castle Darragh for you will be lost forever. Forever in your mind lost with no hope for retreat. You must not go there!" He says nervously and never setting his gaze with mine towards the oak forrest. "I must Sam. I must see what lies within." I say with assurance. "My soul keeper will guide me but what of yours Sam? "Soul keeper? Don't you know Darragh? It is your own mind which has dispatched this so called soul keeper." As I sort out these odd proclivities, I feel a nudge against my side from my soul keeper. "We must move along Darragh. your journey is long and time is only infinite. We must move along." As I am walking away I pause and turn to look at Sam once more and see the look of concern washing over his face then he turns his back to me and wonders off again into his eternal realm that is to be lost. I continue down the pathway towards the oak forrest and as the fireflies recede and fade out the grass grows shorter and shorter until bare grounds are exposed and the tall grass is no more. The only light that remains is that from the glow within the forrest. An erie soft green glow highlights the ground which we walk and a scent of death looms in the air. The ground becomes moist as we close in on the tree line . Wet and sticky beneath our feet as we walk, it sounds like a plunger freeing pipes clogged or a suction cup on a wet window pane freeing itself. We descend slightly downward toward the trees as I catch the first glimpse which caught my attention earlier as I spoke with Sam. "What is this?" I shockingly ask my Raven. "You cannot see or is it you do not wish to see. Your thoughts are laid out before you Darragh. What is it you see then?" He forces me to look upon the ghastly sight from my own apparent thoughts. Souls bound naked by rusty chains of raw tongues to rugged ancient oak trees. Forever pummeled by gusts of wind so cold every particle seems as miniature frozen needles. And their eye lids are being eaten by their soul keeper that mocks them as the cold stabs their eyes. And the oak covered with aged barbed bark piercing their backsides. Standing in shallow trenches at the base of the oaks gathering, a pool of their tainted blood to which they stand in for eternity. Their sticky dark plasma soils the ground where we walk and as I look up towards the oaks tree top I see something that I was not prepared. A glow surrounding the branches and leaves. An energy confounded to the giant oak trees. Souls locked within as the trees feed off their seeping blood. As they remain chained to these trees the oaks grow bigger and taller the longer they are bounded at their base. "You wouldn't be who and where you are today without these souls Darragh" The raven says to me and continues on explaining, "Fear not for they can no longer see. Their eyes removed by your pain, the pain and fowl vulgarities they spoke once of you. Their fate was sealed once their minds closed the world out. They are lost but their memories remain. Remain lingering about for eternity. Your eternity Darragh. They are what drives you and you see this don't you?" I am first reluctant to believe that I am keeping them from moving on but then I realize what the Raven has told me. It is clear now and I feel not for them as they feed me. Quench my minds thirst for the understanding of this world and the people walking its surface. "Yes O'Raven, I see. I see that they are on a lower level and that they support my habit. A habit which I contracted from their ill will”. A gift or curse I am unsure but I continue upward as they remain stranded, stuck running circles around in their bubble. To be continued…

Wednesday, September 04, 2013

The Day The Rain Stopped

Standing amongst the confounded rain drops of thoughts
I stood soaking praying for it to stop in the parking lot

Oft times my thoughts would melt my brain  so I'm drained 
So I would  sit for days to write with no light

Written stories and novels of one lines
Something to cause the pain to topple within time

At some point this rain, this pain has to stop
At some point this rain, this cut will clot

And then she appears, she steers through her fears
And the clouds leers, peers into my tears

A shadowed rainbow pierces through the rain
Standing before me she pushes aside my pain

An umbrella protecting me with just a smile
A heart worth waiting for through the denial

I feel like a hummingbird dancing tween the drops of rain

Saturday, August 24, 2013

My Hearts Rainbow


Twas night and dark, darker than most nights
And something was wrapping at my hearts door.

I open my door but nothing is there so I close it again.

An orchestra of crickets and frogs play the Moonlight Sonata 
As I drift away from myself I hear the wrapping again

I open my door but nothing is there so I close it again.

I fall back into unison with my personal orchestra 
And feel as if someone is there listening with me

I open my eyes to a lost paradise which is seen only in my dreams
And the soft wrapping at my hearts door resumes

I slowly open the door as a brilliant light creeps in 
The door cannot stop this beautiful light, a cotton candy colored rainbow bursts in

My heart is flooded with a new feeling that is pure, replenishing my heart
From fears and pains past that with this moment drain away as I remain to stay

She brushes my shoulder with that intent gesture
A soft kiss memory like the orchestras melody.