Distance of Doubt

Fear casting ahead

Nigh as far as prudence , yet

Farmers plant past death

Now

You may doubt that we,

Chosen of God, destined, ought

Deal with dust at all

Though  

Doubt tills, reaching just

Short of trust. Remember, God

Himself worked the stuff-

You

Fear sowing forward,

Just as far as hope, and yet

Something diff’rent grows 

And it is Very

Good.

A Xillenial’s Gift…

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)

More Than One Way To Shrink A Dog…

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…

 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.

Counting From Zero… Or Past Four Ninety One…

http://www.evanpalmercomics.com/#/ainulindale/

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…

 


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!

Pater Mendax Pater… Or The Thorn That Spider Weaves…

 

 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?

Mud… and the Home to Which We’re Bound…

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.

That Might Have Been The End of a Dock…

Gaping at an age

Full of gatsbiesse

Clumsily acquiring…

Pseudonyms like bandages

For acquaintances as injured

By webbéd accidents

Long ago,

Like Yesterday.
This side of sunrise
But still
Across the bay.

Gnarled In Stone…

i seized a woven moment

And on its loose thread pulled,

Resulting in a gnarled mess.

Time cannot be annulled.

What’s done is done

What’s been has been

But what, what-what…will be?

The Weaver is a Wise One,

Yes,

And you and I? we’ll see.