The Red Maple

 

RedMaple

 

A grand maple tree
stands in the midst of a concrete jungle
Cigarettes to burn
as the world turns
Martinis consumed in the elegance
As well rounded philanthropists
are caught up in the element
Level of intoxicity reached
Current events transition into the irrelevant
Overnight
The DJ spins trance
Spirits blossom in the dance

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The Red Maple night club has closed and in the grand finale I stood with the tree.  I closed my eyes while holding the limbs and found a deep meditation.  This tree has heard many of the nights whispers. It has seen young lovers kiss, heard secrets and kept them in the shadows, and watched over the patrons of this fine establishment since its conception.  It was an honor to dance for you…stand with you…let the druid speak as the winds gush.  You are loved.

 

 

Happy Umbilical Cord Release Day

 

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I was a fetus once

Polaroids

In a 1980’s shoe box

Proof of infancy

A remembrance

Units of parental guidance

Have provided refreshments

As the light is dimmed

Wax-lit-wicks

On top of a moist Betty Crocker

The seance begins

Nursery rhymes

Endorsing happiness

Someone cut the cord on this shindig

I think I’m going to need a drink.

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Birthday repost (It is my birthday and I’ll repost if I want to)

Only Off Better Then

 

 

 

Oh Yeah-yeah
I’m only off better then

Oh Yeah-yeah
I’m only off better then

Oh Yeah-yeah
I’m only off better then

Time
Heals the wounds

I’d look back – think –
What it was that I could do

My mind’s
Rubrics cube

Close my eyes – think –
What is the next move

Oh Yeah-yeah
I’m only off better then

Oh Yeah-yeah
I’m only off better then

Reality
On the bend

Meditate
To find moments of zen

The full moon
controls the the wave

Words
navigate The tide of a page

Oh Yeah-yeah
I’m only off better then

Oh Yeah-yeah
I’m only off better then

Illusion
In the mist

Shadow
reflection of a lunatic

Brain Waves
Personified

In the dream
Always seem to die

Oh Yeah-yeah
I’m only off better then

Oh Yeah-yeah
I’m only off better then

Oh Yeah-yeah
I’m only off better then

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One Percent

One Percent

 

It’s a sad day in Mudville,

the early bird has caught the worm.

A coalition of neck ties strangle

a regime of white collars.

Loafers eagerly seek pennies while

marching on a street made of walls.

You can still hear the echo of the starting gun

as a pig shaped nimbus slowly eats away at

the blue sky.

The American dream.

The few, the proud, the ones immune to the insatiable greed.

Ostracized by jargon of the democratic republic.

Free souls labeled hippies.

Those that would prefer to live among the trees.

Whom value the right of future generations to have fresh air to breath.

The credo:

Lifestyle is freedom.

Corporations who needs ’em.

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Billie Goat

Billie Goat

I have sinned
The say’in goes
Sinners can’t be saints
So I’ll dance the night away
A country fate
Blue grass billies
Dance on the hill
It’s never just the wind
A fragrance of violins
Blankets a field of Patagonian land lovers
That sit in unison to the vibe of kinship
Steel mugs filled until the process of froth
Brewed on the mountain tops named Sierra
That pale in contrast
To the magnificence of folk music
Delivered in the luxury of a warm breeze
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Mad Prophet

MadProphet

Mad Prophet

In a land where words rot

All is not lost

An archived collage

Brought to fruition:  (Jfreshly’s Modern Linguistics: Song Blog)

From the madness

Nagging thoughts

Discarded phrases

Ripped out pages

Torn out by the heart

That’s always my favorite part

Where the lack of progress

Defines the dissension

Full frontal reality

Can make dreams

Hard to conceive

A cup of sand

A pot of soil

A jar of seeds

Collected in the company

From far off lands

To make anew.

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His epitaph

chiseled in stone

 by the ancient scribes,

“This was his final resting place

where the mad prophet died”.

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A werewolf in the transformation

 

A werewolf in the transformation

As a coyote howls
I found you
sitting on the edge of destiny
A pale face contrasts
Against the back drop of the full blood moon
Green chile peyote paste
That taste
Sealed fate
For what it’s worth
I’ve been investigating
For daze
Was it Colonel mustard
With the candle stick?
Still don’t have a clue
What to listen to
As I realize my brain
Needs to be soothed
Jazz or blues?
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Ambient Virus

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Photo Credit: Brian Hal Schneider

Low flying nimbus
In the gradual decay of light
A poison laced virus
Delivered by the serpent
Derived by the beast
Chaotic head waves
CRASH
Into fields of well kept curiosity
A face in morning dew
The perpetual sweaty lip
Evaporates
As the fever lifts.
How did I get to this place?

 

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Oath of the Gatewatch

This poem was submitted by the poet: Eldraziwitz
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I got dat Godddd speak
I am dat cardddd geek
Talk to me
Speak through me
Let the divine run through me
Let the divine run through my spine
Let "Dat" flow through my toes
Give me dat Goddd pool
Give me dat Goddd deck
Give me dat Goddd build
Give me dat Goddd draw
Let the magic become: Magic
Let the pool influence our duels
Let us take them to school 
And let our pool become the fuel 
That influences the duel
That makes winning the rule 
In our wizardly school
--DC Champs--

Today is the first day of Grand Prix: Washington D.C.
Over 5,000 wizards will be in attendance 
The game to be played is Magic: The Gathering
This poem is an expression of the emotion felt going into a big event

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Helium Subtext

Helium Subtext

What's real
Is the dance
Levels of thought
Constantly fought
Technological inventions
With the best intentions
I'd like to interject
A suggestion
Let the music play
Fade the wastes
Don't let the refrain
Tear you down
Generations lost
At such a holo-cost
In the springtime
To sit in a room
Is against the grain
Lack of sunlight
Jack Nicholson insane (The Shining)
Think
Why was the world made?
Trajectory of the mirror
Gnarled face
Ready for the great escape
One day fame
A freestyle 
Derived on the foundations of 
Free will might just
Change the game

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