A Xillenial’s Gift…

January 10, 2017


Bridge over

The river Paradigm’s

Melodic Meander

Through yon modern times

The good old days

Used to pay the fines

That bore the title

Between the lines

-Catch that phrase

‘Fore its rhymes

Step right… this way

Shoot a gander

Left

Out-in the cold

Buy nothing

But theft

We had

Been

Born between

Night and Day’s

Mid-river means

And

Intrepid haze

-Our hard hearts or Jesus-

Saves

Dreams

Over the troubled water

We’re drowning in

Our voice

Flowing into some

Early graves’

Inheritance of Royce

Driven to secede

Excel

At making

Some

Waking waves

Noise

Through the consequence of choice

Tiles

In The Divine’s mosaic

He plays

Us

As We are nobody’s Xillenials

Now

Bold in the future’s

Passing ways.

(The River of Life Mosaic by Gary Drostle ©2010)


Wanna see an extrovert

Invert?

Well

Come with me and watch

In the years since

It fell

I hurt,

And bitterness bit,

A lot,

 

But we became friends

Watching this movie

And as it ends

 

For me

I Am

Debating Still-

But have I

Ever related more to a quote

Than to Duvall’s wordless sighs?

Whisp’ring…

December 21, 2016

smoke-iv
 I realize now
That was
Your goodbye. 

 And what
Have I found
Myself? I,

 A checker in some
Past not my own?

 Would we, still, have wanted
If we'd only known?

 A full sphere's
Ever expanding

Reflective choice-rent
Understanding.

 A bought big try,
For foresight's sake

A manufactured
Chance to take

Care by storm
Clouding victory

The fog of war
Within you...

And me?

I get it
-Another goodbye-
See?

I've got millions
Whisp'ring 
From looped memory.


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Something sacred
This way
Swings

Mastery
And
Mystery
And
Every now-sweet thing's

Balance in the slaking
Of a broken-heart
A hope-shard shaking

Unhinged
Within my chest.
As if the core of me was crashing, 
Breaking

On the shore
Of some failed future's quest

While running
On answers
Before questions
Fell

My mind
Caught up
With the rest 

I'm in the middle of building
The best
A fetter

That bitter life I'd always wanted
To say I'd rejected for something better

Lest... 

See, I read Tolkien's Silmarillion
And that first chapter still haunts my waking dreams
And these heady impulses by which they're built and broken
And...
Dare I hope
In God again
Redeemed?

 

Love to Give…

November 25, 2016

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People panning for gold

In a river of fools'

Looking over a hard hearts' shoulder

For the one who makes the rules

We never knew

It could be so hard

To choose our own rock bottom.

You know what they say about problems, yeah?

Well if "everybody's got 'em"

 


Then let's quit all this pretending

To have that happy ending

 


We've gotta start right here

Where we actually live,

Risk it

Being broken

Together,

A brush with that love-sharp shiv

 


That every cute old couple

Braved, to look back now-perceiving

It might feel at times like "doing time"

But love's reward is

Never leaving

If you don't

You'll be glad you did

Well

Before you're done

All that glimmering gold, hid

 


Within those years...

Yours

 


To spend on Love's

Broader stores

 


To give!

 


 It shrinks the world's
Wide edges small-
Smaller,
A self-waning
Circle,
Faux-pledge's
Debt-collar.

 It's a scaled, swift
Treachery coiled.
A slow but steady
Coward's bath boiled.

 It's a pit with your name on it
-Mate!
An incriminating love
Sonnet's
Hate

 Swirling
In the cup of...
Hotel California.
Can't say they
Didn't
-Try-
To warn ya.

 It's a warmth ill-sought
By moth, within flame
And death's life-following,
Baited switch game.

 It's a
Forkéd tongue
Oft'
Hay-heaping
On our Surgeon's
Needle, keeping

 Hope's help
Just
Beyond self's reach
Of what we held in-
Conveyed by speech
 -Sincerely.

Do you trust
Your eyes
To see
Or          Truth
We've heard Heel
Set us free...

Well
Who, then, might our
Captor be...

 But
Liggur
Eða
Sem Lygari?

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Spring Boys
Slipping
In two, into
Creeks
Cross crissing
Tiger
Cat’s tails
Long
Dormant
Dirt
Missing
Weighed down
With water,
Innocence stirred
Glist’ning
Mud
Sky’s daughter
Lense
By boys blurred
Wishing
Anon
To roam.
There’s mud in the water
There’s mud in the water
There’s mud in the water
That carries us home.
World wide joys
Welcome
Whimsy
Tripping
Young men
Missed and
Mississiping
As a way-faring
Water Wolf
Ripple of
This river’s pulse
Blood
Borne daughter
From an isthmus’
Distant Gulf
Dripping
Upward
Into
Death’s gloam.
There’s mud in the water
There’s mud in the water
There’s mud in this water
That carries us home.