Why must our lives burn?

@anjkan shows us
Her butterfly dream
Her Mona Lisa smile

Last night I dreamed of work
My clothes were inside out
Our red car was leaking gas
I could not find you anywhere
Do you understand what this means?

I dreamed of Bishop Snyder
He’s a bit of a trickster
In the game we were playing
We gambled with our lives
I was not yet ready to fold

Fire’s arching flames
Pulls darkness apart
Revealing red lipped flowers
With smoking stems
Why must our lives burn?

Golden lamp light shines
Reflected in your eyes
With drunken sighs of love
Darkness creeps closer
Hiding us from the world

May 2010

Your dreams My dreams

Quantum entanglement seems a paradox
A somnolent Ouroboros Dragon
Space time curving to form an egg
Infinite connection of disconnected dreams
Haven’t I known you before?
Eye blinks of eternity
Those quantum disconnects
What holds them together
What keeps them apart
Eros with his arrows, of course!
My dreams and your dreams
Entangled like electrons
But not directly, No!
Joined together instead
In a Möbius twist of soul.
May 2010

Illusions of Night

@anjkan‘s Wind Beneath my wings

Sometimes when the moon is new
With no light from the sun
We can look up and see
Our light reflected off her
The moon as our mirror

Shadows of twilight
Neither alive nor dead
Like floating smoke
Or flowing water
Why are you hiding from me?

This light within me
Is it all in my head
An illusion of night
An unsee-able sight
Except reflected in you

Walking hand in hand
Our uncertain eyes meet
What seems dream to you
Feels so real to me
On which shadows can we agree?

May 2010

Memories awaken

‘Days slip by’ – @anjkan

Tracks of my tears
Heard on the radio
Memories awaken
I thought had died
Reopening old wounds

Sadness arrives in many ways.
Who of us does not know this?
Who of us has not been wounded?
Some say that pain make us strong.
Who needs that kind of strength?

I sometimes wonder
Why I prefer dark poetry.
Is it the deep intensity
And the powerful imagery? 
Or just my own dark character?

May 2010

see comments
for lyrics to
“Tracks of my tears”
by Smokey Robinson 
& The Miracles


‘Consecration’ – El Collie


water slices the earth 
broken rocks groan 
your eyes, your eyes 
reflecting the moon 
is there nothing left for us?
Fire lights the sky
Steaming clouds drift past
Between eye blinks
The world changes
Do you still remember me?
Nights so dark
Even the stars are hiding
the path we walk feels so cold
Yet your shining eyes
brightly light our way
May 2010

I want to go home

‘We live, We learn’ – @anjkan

Many years ago,
though it still feels
like only yesterday,
my mother lay dying.
She lay in a hospital bed,
lost in a sea
of medical tests,
tubes and medications.

Her husband,
my father,
had died
three months earlier.
Now she was dying too.

Each day
I spent hours and hours
holding her hand,
watching the doctors and nurses
fighting off death.

After about a week of this
I sensed a change.
We were alone
She lay there
and I asked her
if she wanted to go home.
Without hesitation
she said yes.

I asked her again
to be sure.
I said that I meant,
to her true home,
in the spirit world.
She knew what I meant.
Again she said,
she wanted to go home,
to her true home.

So I said ok
I would take care of it.
Naturally the doctors
did not want
to let her leave.
But my brother
backed me up.
We brought her home
to die in peace
in her own bed.

May 2010

The Magician

The Magician weaves his spells
with unexpected words.
Words that transport us
in mind and body.
Transport us
beyond the mundane,
beyond the serious,
beyond the everyday.
As children
we may seem 
and full of 
imaginary ghosts,
but this can well presage
magical and artistic abilities.
Memories in seeds,
cats that speak,
fiery birds,
the burning
that occurs
in our bodies.
Yes these are words,
but they are magical
and artistic
in their potential,
and no less real
for coming
from a young person.
Day to day realities
of school,
of family
of work
can repress
this magic,
can push it back
back into our dreams,
and lay forgotten
when we awaken
in the morning.
Some of us may choose
to stay connected
to the magical world,
but this is
no easy thing to do
when the world
is so strongly
pushing us
to let go 
of fantasy 
and imagination.
Shining a light
into the darkness
can hide 
as much as 
it reveals.

Sometimes darkness,
true darkness 
is where 
the magical beings
need to hide,
as well as 
they can be 
truly revealed 
in their splendor.

May 2010