Being Protocol

It’s a diplomatic love affair
A societal medium vacuum gone global
Slowly charming, swaying the masses
Conditioning man to stay contained within…
Slowly numbed and dumbed down
Political correctness and other schemas
Slowly strangling, forcing individuals ideals on others

Who sets this protocol, boundaries, and codes of procedure?

So called free thinkers, politicians, educators, the King Midas’s of the pulpit?
Themselves being deceived
Ever so slowly twisting, forcing their resolve, values
Through the spinning yarns of all sorts of social media
With the masses being spoon fed with veiled agendas

Despite all this

Man is waging wars far and wide
Pestilences and economies are on the precipice
Everything is in contravention
Lines are blurred and broken
We are all intertwined, but are blindfolded
But we someday, all will intersect

Copyright 2014 Wandering Satellite Publishing

The Great Orchestral Shooting Star Experiment

Blissful notes expel from the orchestra
Become shooting stars
Skimming above the trees
Becomes an overhead bazaar

Above violins and other instruments

The nocturnal sky breathing, reaches its peak
An enchanted orchestral galaxy
We came and gathered to seek

Like fireworks displayed

With notes entwined play in the gust
A conductor’s composition flung
Through the colored constellation over us

Fireflies like darting sparklers glow

As we saunter through the meadow’s land
A breathtaking array
For fear of missing more, we ran

Chasing harmonies we still hear

Surging in our hearts aware
You hum the orchestras’ sweet song
Now drawn have I, into your stare

Your expression now reflects the intensity

Of this great orchestral star experiment
For from you now
Shines the orchestral sky’s blissful sentiment

^{Copyright 2013 Wandering Satellite Publishing}

Honeysuckle Insomnia

Honeysuckle aromas draw me
Filling in my room where I lay
Spring time spells arrival
Keeping summer at bay

The chirp of a mockingbird

Goes on through the dawn of night
Does she ever sleep?
What is her joy she employs so trite?

So bright this light the moon

Arcing backwards, east to west
I will walk the call of the hills
This nocturnal trail at my behest

A silvery sheen shadows everything

From chaparral that mantles the hillside
To rocks aglow
Maybe I’ll follow where moon shadows go

Days become lengthy

But now night and light rules the sky
How can this be I ponder
In the back of my mind’s eye

Should I yearn and return to my bed

Retire to my sheets
And leave the hills here
Or should I amble onward, the dawn to meet

^{Copyright 2013 Wandering Satellite Publishing}

And I Asked Of Autumn

And I asked of autumn…
Where have you been?
Preparing to put summer to bed
Birthing winter for nature’s nap
Was her respond

And I asked of autumn…

Would you not stay the year?
Her reply, has not our Lord created the seasons? 
Then I would not be what I am to you now
Was her respond

Again I asked of autumn…

What do you behold for me this season?
Temperate mornings for clement crisp daybreaks
Twilights of blazing crimson to meander under
Soothing arrays of colored moods
I convey anticipation threading the air

My hand I offer thee

That we may stroll as one
My epoch also will fade and demise for a time
Let’s celebrate this time that God has bestowed on us
Create reminiscences, recollections of harvest pasts enjoy
Carpei Diem…was her respond

^{Copyright 2012 Wandering Satellite Publishing}

Springtime On Parade

Springtime’s silhouettes
Unhurriedly but surely
Overtakes winter’s shadows
Oh so, so quietly thieving back her season 

I have been eyeing you in your pre-dawn moods

Pulling the sun up seasonally earlier
Bedding the night to its delayed slumber
As the days breed longer

There is that familiar fresh chill

You have chased into the air
Vetting early daybreak and belated the evening
Stirred, invigorated, I am for you

I will capture your offer fair maiden

Your arrival, I shall embrace, a springtime pageantry on parade
Grab will I, your gentle drift of lavender and honeysuckle
Into my lungs, inhaling creation’s incense

I shall blow you a kiss

Just to watch it wane on the wind
Will you sense it settle upon your lips
Stay with me onward as we go I plead you

For in a point in time

Abscond will you
Giving of yourself to another season
But for now I am for you and you for me

Copyright 2014 Wandering Satellite Publishing

Under A Revolving Carousel Moon

Oh how these days have changed
They charge on leisurely yet violently in these waning days
Global news is never good anymore
I mutter to myself “These are not the days of my childhood anymore”

Walk will I, now, down this misplaced country lane to find a grassy knoll

Laying down, settling my eyes to the low lying horizon
Fixing my thoughts back to my early days
I will reside here until the promise comes
The revolving carousel moon crests the hills

When the moment is right

Taken will I upon a carousel ride, this twilight dream come true
Calliope music fills the carnival atmosphere while ribbon and flair flow
Pondering the earth below…pondering the heaven’s promises
I have decided to set the grand statuette horses free
Free from their golden poles, free from their up and down gallop

Free to run the evening sky’s meadows forever

The firmament spread out in brilliance, a heavenly corral
There are millions of stars to feed on
When the day arrives they will be ridden no more

I will tie childhood memories to the ribbon and flair  

I then will be liberated to the luminaries
Up here they will float for eternity
Away from the pull of the earth’s waning days and gravity
Here I will stay on this merry go round
My promise received
Upon this revolving carousel moon

Copyright 2014 Wandering Satellite Publishing

Inside The Liquid Glass Show

Gliding through
Inside the glass blue
Senses keen
All that is seen
Is cylindrical and the centrifuge
Enclosed in a womb with a view
All that is heard is the humming
Of this liquid waterfall stunning
Pitching and pouring above my head like a pumping heart
It moves effortlessly, a breathing living art
I lay my hand along this liquid wall of glass
Feeling its life, its surging mass
As I move and skim about
It heaves in and it heaves out
Pulsing and pounding behind me the grace
Swallowed inside, my glide leaves no trace
Too soon and I will break free
Leaving this wet womb behind me

Copyright 2104 Wandering Satellite Publishing

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