Draco

Belated is your arrival
as all is prepared
and your path laid out before you.
Boisterous ones await the momentum
your passing will provide.
Elders fear the numbing stagnation
your presence will leave behind.
Red cheeks,
violet hands hurry
as your violent breaths
herald your approach.
Are we to awake
and find you have gone?
Are we to awake
to your icy desolation
of a world that knew warmth
merely a moon ago?
Are we to awake
to icy nips and blanketed snow?

The Pair Tree

Coupled in the least amount
that defines "accompanied",
is the amount that vanquishes 
singular ideas and explanations.
It is the binary ballocks that leads the great hunt,
and yet when married,
rediscovers the original solace in deeper complexity.
It is the birth of both
when individuals impale themselves on the pair tree.
A paradigm of a paradox
is the pair-a-twins who follow the bull.
Warring aspects that perfectly combine
in the smallest combination to rule the ages,
and set dominion over expectations and species.
The smallest key to earthly existence and desire is
to acquire the fruit of the pair tree,
bite in, 
and revel in all that the juice has to offer.

Heart Chakra enamored

A Father's Advice

A sparse stand of grain
is left in life to reap a bounty of wisdom from
The sowers that have come before
have left few fields and the golden heads are fewer yet
But in the last acreage
that memory has visited with an empty stomach
There is a small ripe patch,
which offers the gleaner promise
In applying sickle to straw
it is understood that all is not lost
when going over the edge
the sower advised many years ago
to be fully aware
when going over the edge
for there is no point to hide
when going over the edge
In the end there are two conclusions
in a trip over the edge
Either one finds an ultimate end
to a physical life
or one survives
In both cases, the sower told that
when going over the edge
one must keep their eyes wide open
and enjoy the journey to either end
For when going over the edge
it is an extraordinary experience
and one can either be imprisoned by fear
or completely liberated by it
As gravity soon recalls those
when they go over the edge
it is in that moment that one can revel
and take in the rare occurrence
And if the journey is survived
a tremendous story can later be told
and if the journey meets a final end
those last moments can be spent
in pleasure rather than in pain

One night...

When we are awakened by loved ones 

who have already made their earthly beds,

moments are created where cranial sutures swell at their seams

and unnoticed pulses race 

amidst the stage-stealing lack of breath.

Those times are only sought

when search is surrendered

and heavy hearts melt in pouring disappointments.

When those loved ones pull on toes 

hanging out from the covers,

to give rise to verses and brief moments of debating,

"Was that, or wasn't it?  

Did it, or didn't it?"

Only then is the bridge gapped 

to where one knows,

and sees life is well beyond the blanketed bed.

Curiosity

Circumnavigation is the rule of the game
for all succumb to the circle, eventually.
Some fly, some crawl,
others crawl only to fly,
but all are making their rounds this time.
And other times will ebb and flow
in the near infinite plain we all walk.
It is what's beyond this plain,
the great unknown,
that we not only ponder, but often
argue about and destroy others
while defending precious hypotheses.
This curiosity affects all,
from drifting rocks on arid plains,
to lightning strikes and hurricanes,
to the obvious scholar behind a book,
to the more obscure babbling brook.
From the delicate airborne fruits,
to the ravenous and thirsty tree roots,
to cats that can't seem to help themselves,
to all the unread words kept on dusty shelves.
Knowledge is a vibrant word
that is the sweet nectar to our wavering minds.
Wholly satisfying is it when new,
greatly taken for granted when old,
and always forgotten to only become
ever-satisfying once again.
Though some have seemed to have had their fill,
others desperately seek it, sacrificing their own will.
It tortures many, eludes quite a few,
and transforms only those who allow it.
Regardless of this, it beckons to all,
serving as its own gravitational call
on all energy throughout this plain of existence.

Time of the Southern Sun

In the time when the tiniest of flitters
flutter through the sinking light
that catches the drifting silks
of the sly and hungry weavers,
the earth can slowly sigh
and take in a moment of rest.
For this is the time of the Southern Sun,
when green gives way to gold
and crimson and blushing violets.
The skies fill up with vivid
hues that return from their
long and distant journey to the
Northern lands of ice.
They return to reminisce
with the children of the Southern Sun
and hear tales of how the earth
has greatly provided abundance
once more for the lengthy nap ahead of them.
The setting rays lull one to
heed the season's pending warning,
and overwhelming calm
relaxes all senses, while the tiny flitters
flutter in and out of the hungry weaver's silks.
Their illuminated wings twinkle
with their rapid movement,
busy in their own endeavors
to stave off the frost's lethal grasp.
Their larger counterparts have all
but gone, as the icy nips have already dealt their blow.
Yet the tiny flitters still flutter
in this time of the Southern Sun
when the warmth lingers just a little longer.

Clocking

The impetuous fourth dimension
serves cold meals to its dwellers,
and no offer,
no bribe, no entreat
can ever buy it from its sellers.
Lucifer's own lips can't loosen
the ticking away from the tock.
The true master
has mastered
the unending hands of the clock,
and has placed that rhythm, life's
own pulse, within each mortal being.
Off they scurry,
keys turned tight,
while their own ticking is fleeing.
Pass from glance to day, season
to era, then eon and far beyond,
clocks reviewed
and recycled,
wait for the master to respond.
No other intervention can attempt
to turn the hands of each clock,
neither forward
nor in the past,
for each lives a measured walk.

Theories

In thought, has mankind succeeded?
As philosophy and religion can be oil and water,
is their a divine reasoning unmoving to emotion?
Is it not better to let facts sway an opinion,
for there inlies the truth of the matter?
Other conjurers however employ emotion,
mainly fear, to sway opinion, especially over the masses.
That is why hell has been so successful as an imaginative locale.
What difference lies in priest to dictator?
What difference is there in religious faith to scientific theory?
These theories sometimes prove to be ultimately true
and do so by fact in such persuasion.
What has religion's faith proved truth by fact
and not by emotion or other truth-adulterating perversion?
It has proven that human thoughts can be easily skewed
so as to go against their own nature and each other.
When one is led by emotion, one ceases to be the intellectual
version of a homo-sapien modern man, or woman, has come to be.
All that has been granted to humans over the millennia
will be wasted once man reverts to acting emotional instead of rational,
and yet it is seen the world over in temples, mosques, and churches.
Yes, religious activity has become a fraction of the human experience,
but such a fraction has been a recurring plague of ignorance and rage.
It has gouged the eyes of national leaders to see pure and evident truths.
It has prevented humans time and time again from advancing
in technology, medicine, expression, and simply thought.
In this I conclude that mankind has failed as a whole in thought,
and will continue to as long as unintellectual faiths reside with them.

Green with Generosity

third planet in this solar system marked Earth

positioned on grid site for life-sustaining system

reconfiguring energy law applied

beings sentenced to greed lesson

unicellular organisms consume to prosper

fungi, bacterium, viruses infect life to live

plants steal energy for sustenance

plants kill plants for more energy

animals kill plants for nourishment

animals kill animals for sustenance

water erodes land

land diminishes water

wind diminishes water and land

remembrance of original energy

self perception reconfigured

unicellular organisms sustain life

fungi, bacterium, viruses clean debris

plants give oxygen 

plants create shelter

animals process plant seeds

animals give sustenance to animals

water nourishes land

land preserves water

wind prevents stagnation

greed lesson attained

Scribe

It is my lot in this existence to sit and wait.
It is for me to watch and not participate.
A judge am I that has grown into the chair
and has become immobile, only offering a glare.
At least my robe conceals my deformity,
yet the whole contraption gives me enormity.
I sit and cast my devastating written blows
about caustic draws and controversial shows.
In those arguing moments of putrid, public stink,
my ravenous pen doth hungers for its bloody ink.

Parched

Elusive clouds sit on the horizon
and drift on a wayward course.
Their wisps retain their greed
to meet with their familiars in the foreign lands of the east.
They choose not to let down
their shimmering showers
over the great sea of a lea
and saunter onward to the gobbling lands of the east.
Their lucid actions infect,
creating lurid fantasies
in exhausted grasses,
only to disregard and proceed to those wretched lands of the east.

Belated Kiss

Long has she waited
with bare limbs, pale and numb,
in the whispering air of a late December.
Great sands have sifted through the hands of time,
while Ra's cart is already returning north.
Heated breath nudges her unfurl
when flake finally falls.

Pull out the knife in your spine!

It's severed your river and you're drying up.

Take the pins out of your eyelids!

They make you stare and it's time to blink.

Pry the staples from your lips!

They keep you silent and it's time to cry out.

Surrender to the defiant flame that flickers in the dark depths of your guts,

incenerate those heavy robes that bind your dance,

and run into the night sky, sharing the moon's bare glow.

"Blatant fraction is the church and state!" cried the aging priest from his towering pulpit.

His finger was outstretched to its fullest extent, which resulted in a shepherd's crook shape. A dry lower lip proceeded over his many chins, and his spectacles carelessly rested on a short, stubby nose. White hair grew sporadically over his cranium and out from his ears.

"Without prayer, how do we expect our students to succeed? Without recognition of our Lord Jesus Christ, how do we expect our governmental leaders to govern us justly?" he posed to his flock.

A small, young girl hesitated with an answer and then stood up quietly and escaped the grasping arms of her mother, finding herself in the middle of the lofty building's aisle. She slowly raised her hand and waited for the priest's recognition.

The priest, ready to shout out his own answer, stopped with an open mouth when he viewed the blurry image of the girl through his thick and greasy lenses.

"Ah, and what does one of God's little children has to say on the matter?" the priest asked, directing the girl to speak.

The girl hesitated again, and then sputtered out her own question, "Father, is God omnipotent or impotent?"

In a world of green cities and red paths, there lived the people with mantis limbs. Their long outstretched spans allowed them to draw into them almost anything they ever desired, so when these people would come across a moment when one of their desires was outside their reach, they would rant with terrible tempers.

To credit their ignorance, the people with the mantis limbs didn't realize how their world with green cities and red paths operated. Hidden underneath their very feet was a subterranean world that was key to the upper world's existence. Within that underworld lived a dark liquid mass that saw to the maintenance of the buildings in the green cities and the structures of the red paths. The liquid mass also provided the people with mantis limbs with almost everything they could ever desire, but of course this was unknown to them.

On one ill-fated day, a person with mantis limbs was diving after one of its desires. In doing so, the person inadvertently pushed into the thin ground of the upper world and found the liquid mass in the underworld. The person pulled and pulled until all the liquid mass was taken from the underworld. For a long time the people with mantis limbs studied the liquid mass and made it do their bidding, but with every command, the mass diminished.

Eventually the liquid mass became nothing at all and the people with mantis limbs were left without any ability to have their desires fulfilled. This new emptiness made the people rant with even more terrible tempers and they soon found themselves tearing each other apart. The cities turned gray and the paths turned black as there was no liquid mass to maintain them, and soon the whole upper world was littered with empty shells of the people with mantis limbs.

To the functional ears,

Walking the top of a wall that borders the luminous glow of promise and the decaying shadows of regret is to say the least, a tedious task. Certainly there will be tense moments with slips and near failures, but even if one should misstep and find themselves in a erroneous cavern, all is not lost. Hope always lies in the focused eyes, the silent mouths, and the functional ears.

Cheers,

GreenBill