Many times have come
Many times have gone
How do we know the difference
Of good and bad
Mom says yes
Dad says no
Confusion of good and bad
How do we know the truth
How do we tell
No one knows the answer of
Good and bad
We shape our lives on what we are
taught
Bust all around us we see
Good and bad
Good to be kind
Bad to be mean
But is it really?
To much confusion on
What is good and
What is bad.
Day comes and then goes
We see ourselves do good and bad
Confusion lays in wait on what is
true
Escaping reality is the only way
To know Good from Bad
end
Fairies….Nutnzup
A mournful tale of days gone by
When long ago an ancient king
While wandering his eyes did spy
Like moon on dew drops glistening
A faerie light in forest glen
With hoary oaks in ordered ring
Each straining forward, leaning in
As if intently listening
Like strands of silken gossamer
Or threads which forth the widows bring
Adrift upon the breath of night
The eventide when faeries sing...(wink)
Enmeshed throughout that paltry light
The sheen of faerie shimmering
The theme of moonlight weaved within
Like heavens stars, all glimmering
So faintly to his wizened ears
Drifts song and voice meandering
Elusive in it's soft sweet lilt
He too leaned forward, hearkening
The whispers of enchanted words
The magic of it beckoning
The beauty of the twilight long
Within it's cadence reckoning
With gladsome shout did forward lurch
The unsuspecting, ag-ed king
Who’s hue and cry raised dire alarm
Then stumbled he, within the glen
Abased for all his blundering
Forever woe begotten heart (he's sad)
No more to hear his faery sing.
He came in the night like a thief
upon open wings
the smell of patchouli filled the air
my heart sprang at the site of him
dark hair curling around his cheeks
he smiled and I arose to met him
he grasped me into his arms and
wrapped his wings to engulf me
I gasped not know what was happening
but wanting it to never end
then as suddenly as he came
he disappeared leaving me in despair
It was then that I awoke
end
The night had fallen
it was time
time to meet my only love
Walking in the night I get a rush
it has been way to long
The steps inside were creaky, but I moved on
my head began to tingle from anticipation
As I walked in I heard my name
Hello love he said
I have missed you
and I you I told him as I moved closer
he hands me a glass and I drink savoring
the sweet, harsh, taste of the whiskey
Ahh my love I have missed you
the feeling in my head began to rise
as I finished off more and more of the honey colored mixture
I always did love the feel of the pleasant headaches
of Southern Comfort
end
RAIN….Nutnzup
Pearls of prancing imagery
Dancing like a thousand drops
Of animated dew
No apparent rhythm
Yet belied by the accompanying music
The steady thrumming
And clitter clatter
Of these seeds of form
As they fall to the ground
A s a sowing in the spring
Awaiting the fruition
Of their timely explosive lives
Das Ende
The night went by so swiftly
I did not see it pass
The morning is upon me
is it really morning or am I still
asleep
I need to know
so slow, so unlike all the other days
images flow past quickly
all the feeling is gone...numb
no words to explain the encompassing
no...overwhelming tightness
I have in my body
Is this real?
no it cannot be
I pinch myself to awaken
yet I do not
it is all to surreal
will tomorrow ever come
I hope so...wait
tomorrow is Monday-I think I will stay
in the surreal
The Surreal Sunday
Thawing of the Glacier…..Thswomn
she sits there solitary, no notice of what is
around her
stares into the chasm of never-ending thoughts
holds herself apart and keeps her mind in check
not realizing the emptiness it bought
she tried once to accept the feelings growing
she even thought she found her heart's desire
but when all of it was said and done
no torch was held within to light the fire
so she kept her walls high and strong about her
she wouldn't let anyone see within
and then somehow a single ember found root
and coolness seems to melt at thoughts of him
she let her defenses slowly start to crumble
gave freely of all her passions hid
the glacier round her heart began to falter
and chunks of loneliness from her heart did rid
no longer will she sit upon the winter
her heart and spirit easily do fly
onto the sunsets of tomorrow
no longer in herself will passion hide
end
Parting Thoughts..... Joelle Clingerman
I often sit on my swing, dazed into a
trance of infinite thoughts
pondering what would happen if I chose
a different path
one leading to a uncultivated garden,
another leading to a dark tunnel
and the one I'm one, outlined by
purple pansies and tiger lilies and swamp flies
flies that bite and sting to anger me
but once I see the green field up
ahead in the near distance, I laugh and smile
knowing that I will soon be out of the swamp, and I will reach the promised land
