Of Days Long Gone Bye (a state of arrested decay)

The stage was foreboding, candlelight absent
And I held daybreaks of the past to blame
So the theatre hall was empty
No more were comedy and tragedy to audience themselves
The playhouse of old is emptied
Comedy and tragedy held hostage
With no ransom to be paid

Here the sonnets of Thoreau and Shakespeare were spoken

By fame and fortune seekers long forgotten
Words and dramas still cling to the rafters
Grand balls held, loves found, loves lost
Of days long gone bye

The playhouse stage stands still

Worn but sturdy
Its painted background peeling
Living memories from the past barely hanging on
Walls standing indignant of the elements surrounding
Struggling to not give in to the years and ongoing seasons

If your still…be still…still all the more

Imagine the stories to be told if these weathered walls could whisper
But nothing is heard above the unyielding desert wind
Moving dust that rises and falls with every simple step you take
No more curtain calls
Memories and times left forever in a state of arrested decay

^{Copyright 2012 Wandering Satellite Publishing
Dedicated to the Union Miner’s Dance Hall
Bodie Ghost Town, Bodie Ca}

Me And Those Before And After

This volume of descendents I open
Written of those who came before me
As those in a family lineage

Pages yellowed and worn

Of conquests and calamities
Ends with me, an unfinished chapter

The beginning of mine mimics the same condition

Results similar
As with the ending though, my pages are white, unwritten

Through my read

I discover traits and patterns
Like them are me

Admitting I am more like them than I want

My paradigm shifts more into focus
Of learned behavior

I am my Father and Mother’s son

As they both, were sons and daughters themselves
But now, I also am eternally a son of a different Father

Interject now the Holy Spirit

My soul and flesh clash against this paradigm
He now, my only hope for transformation

From the within my inner corridors

Revolutionize me Spirit of the Living God
For I find inserted two more chapters within mine

A son and daughter

Precious more to you than me
Pages empty, their stories still to be written

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Tears In A Snowglobe

Stillness in a hutch
A relic gathering dust
She sits on a swing…lingering
Amidst barren cherry blossom trees
Petals strewn motionless about
A coverlet of pink and white on the ground

Motionless

Patient she waits for that touch
Many hourglasses go by
Until the hand of the curious
Rouses her world

She is stirred, invigorated

She lives this moment though short lived
Cherry blossoms instantly encircle
Blinding like a snowstorm
Similar to millions of glimmering stars
Soon they settle back to cover
She and her world return calm
To hibernation as fast as it woke

Painted on smile and sparkling eyes

Never changes in her watery world
I knew of a boy
Who thought he once saw tears in her eyes
I knew a girl once…just like this one

 ^{Copyright 2013 Wandering Satellite Publishing}

May This Dance, Have I...?

Like a gentleman on bended knee
Under this chandelier of glittering stars
Comets falling floating with parachutes
Lights the grand ballroom encapsulating us
May I, this dance have

We can waltz a path

Through blossomed orchards
Breathe deep your sweet fragrance I will
You can lead, than I
Ourselves lost in the roaming of our embrace

Moving through doorframes of the four seasons

We can uncover a silver lining of our own
Under a cotton white sun you shine, I’ll shine
Stirring a breeze that our pulses make
Absent in our wake

We can rove and effortlessly glide

Above the wave and foam of the seven seas
Or dance atop a forested canopy
Take flight, sip the sweet of the Milky Way
Gleaning secrets of our Creators’ galaxies

He will waltz us through paths of righteousness

Through splendid banquet halls of kings and queens
Dwellings of paupers and beggars
Whatever His will may be
May He be the Lord of our embrace!

Our fingers intertwined with curve and cadence

Dancing dreams are our days
From now until eternity arrives
The Spirit will be our compass
Always I will cover you in prayer

May this dance, have I…?

 

^{Copyright 2014 Wandering Satellite Publishing}

That Day That Moment

Tears welled in my eyes
As I beheld the Lord’s splendor
That day, that poignant moment
His fingerprints, His creation

There are no words to place here

For the dissimilar emotions I beheld
Nature and panorama colliding
Crisp, vibrant, visual, and stunning

Tears flow at this awkward moment

Sentiment surges, reaction realizing
That I will be removed from earth to heaven someday
Will essentially miss these magnificent earthly displays

I am finite yet infinite, foolish yet wise

All I know, this is the world that I am tethered to
Hitherto the paradise that awaits
Mind and spirit cannot comprehend

Creation groans, so do I

Set your mind not on earthly things I am told
Yet not I, have walked in visions of this paradise
For, no eye has seen that which awaits us

And yet, tears flow foolishly, selfishly and why?

A new earth is on the horizon
Thank you Lord for my life’s duration, eyes to have beheld
Such a sliver, such a glimpse of your majesty to come

^{Copyright 2013 Wandering Satellite Publishing}

Send Lazarus

Affluent I was the man
Copiously clothed in opulence
I ate and lived in fanciful faire
A beggar, Lazarus daily lay at my gate
No attention did I ever pay or give

So it was that I died

And Lazarus too
As the worm has turned in eternity
Being in torment
I lifted up my eyes, now beholding Lazarus
Past an abyss I cannot pass

Opulent now, the beggar becomes prince

Now he is comforted
And I, now tormented in this flame
Crying out!

Send Lazarus

Dip his finger in the water
To cool my tongue
For I am eternally tormented in this flame
But the Lord’s voice echoes
Over the abyss that cannot be overcome

Oh Lord I beg thee then

Send Lazarus to my earthly father’s dwelling
That he can testify to my folk
His Spirit echoes aloud and across

If Moses was not heard

And my prophets too
Neither will they be of persuasion
Though one rises from the dead

^{Copyright 2013 Wandering Satellite Publishing}

I Am Both

One side of the mirror is who you are
The other side is who you want to be
Yet Wisdom and Truth enlightens
One must discern
There is imperfection to both sides
The lust, the flesh and the pride of life
They all reflect both ways
As does salvation and grace
One is flesh and spirit
One is just an image
I am both

^{Copyright 2012 Wandering Satellite Publishing}

Kite Flying, Blossoms And Bloom

Yielding blossoms bound
Coming to flower
Strands of sunbeams find their way
To peek upon my consign where
I respite

My kite plays and seeks to be seen

Lofting restless in the coil of the wind
Above and over the trees
Gazing as if jealous
Peering through the yawning of leaves

My string is spun white silk

Held captive to the earth
Where he took flight
From my hand from whence
I dispense his altitude

Pleasance encapsulates me

I am encompassed in a lazy fair of bloom
Sunshine daydreams and a parade of blossoms
My Lord has lain before me

Besides the movement of the breeze

And his push of elliptic aromas
There is a stillness of silence 
Quiet deafening demanding my attention

I think now

I will lie down
Place my hands behind my head
Shut my eyes, breathe deep
And sigh…peacefully!

^{Copyright 2012 Wandering Satellite Publishing}

Princess On The Blacktop

Oh the innocent flirtations of adolescent love
For the investiture of a young maiden’s affection
Watching, observing, holding my grin
I too, once was party to this faire

They bound; they dance, and innocently tease

Blooming on the blacktop
Lasses and lads
Young knights of the lunch table
Scramble for the right to another’s fondness
For youthful princesses await

Take her smile young lad!

Run, run with her
The schoolyard is your kingdom
Bound and dance amid them fair maidens
Around and around
Only once are you young I want to shout!
I do whisper though, aloud, “be carefree while you can”

Warm aspirations leap from their souls

On the cusp, parting their childhood
The true fullness of love they cannot grasp
And yet emotions are in motion

^{Copyright 2012 Wandering Satellite Publishing}

Veiled Scenes Behind The Sun

Perceived glimpses cast emotions
Perceptions give glimpses
Wrapped in a draped veil
Cupped hands you hold out with discretion
An offering of vagueness
When a turning sun reveals

Truth maybe scant but

Concealing the obvious is obvious
When a turning sun reveals
Eyes meeting eyes are not insincere
When the turning sun reveals

A pall fades behind the dark side

Truth in abstention drapes around me
It revolves then evolves
Bending the beating heart
When a turning sun reveals

When the turning sun turns

There is dimness, there is luminosity
Aspirations and bleakness
For all this disappears behind the sun gloaming

^{Copyright 2012 Wandering Satellite Publishing}

Where The Green Rushes Grow

Steadily the stream comes to slumber between the rushes
Dragonflies dart about above the water
Their confusing movements ripple above the water
In a carnival of sorts they move

Windswept clouds, shimmering aspens, towering mountaintops

Reflecting on the quiescent water
Portray, casting themselves, as a moving portrait on canvas
Dare I move and disturb this lazy faire

As a field of wheat the rushes swirl about

Dispensed by the hand of alpine gusts
That move across these dew tipped meadows
Under a sky bathed and swallowed in blue

Thoughts have started to wander afar

On the back of childhood memories
Cares now cast, lost, just for a measure of time
I immerse myself in reminiscing and worship

As with my life’s years

These, my summer withdraws
This situate is a familiarity
As old as my years yet from the beginning of creation

Whose fingerprints are these that draw me here?

Where the fall of man seems not to have fallen
They are yours Oh Majestic Lord
This place where the green rushes grow

^{Copyright 2012 Wandering Satellite Publishing}

Cherished Indiana Night

Fireflies pulsate, vibrate beneath
Dimly illuminating drooping apple blossoms
Fading from an unseasonal heartland’s heat

A bright crescent moon dazzling plays, engages in stages

With a zephyr that moves over rows of endless corn
They bend and move as if in a slow waltz

Ever so calmly, rocking chairs rasp the porch floorboards

Railings taken over by ivy lends nuance
No one speaks much, no one wants to

The circadian rhythm drama playing out before us

Rest’s its resolve upon us
Life’s amphitheatre scintillating our senses
Harmoniously, katydids and crickets chime in

Oh, we filled our baskets and barrels today

By the sweat of our brow
The barrels now standing by overflowing
In the dimly lit glow of an aged porch light

The aroma of Blue Ash trees drifts about

I feel poised as if in a depiction of a different era
A living portrait reticent forever in my memory
Cherished was this Indiana night

 ^{Copyright 2012 Wandering Satellite Publishing}