"Fossil" and Other Poems

Fossil

Out of burning ages and swivelled shrines
Echoes wander over fortitude, remembering.
Tactile, bereft and opened waste,
Scattered toward a shroud of vacant tomorrows.

Stone is living and moving all around
The nature of the earth exposed to the sky.
Soup of grain and time salted with erosion
Moss laden tundra's battered by rain.

Anything walking will live on it forever
And will eventually become a part of it.
Inescapable, and beautiful, but harsh
Gripping humanity with both love and hate.

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Listening to Chance

Can you remember it now?
How it was, in the darkness of our past
We knew how to supply what was needed to enthrall
And in discovering our dignities and limits
We met with the new and undefined us
Designing each other to a likeness unbound
And within it all we derived a culture
A new age discovering and taming fear.

Awakening tensions that looked out of us
Onto paths never ventured
Willing and ever potent versions of a scheme
Laid out before us beckoning adventure
Real to a point but never proven to be;
Inside dormant with exile, clandestine
Opening up to unconsciousness but sleeping still;
Still and quiet, harkened to serendipity.

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Veined

Up until the time we were dissolved into the precocious,
Nothing would enter into us or disturb the way we were
Whenever a portion of truth endangered our reality,
We stepped in and turned it round, and it was dismissed.

We could never reason with the norm or how it was
Although our ways could often meet over an ember lit moment
Out of an idea so delicate I would have thought of nothing else
But how we have become veined and mingle so within, you and I.

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Deaf to You

If I had waited until the bleeding stopped
I could have drained to death
And at the end of the day,
You still wouldn't care about me.

If I had enough bandages to cover the wounds
I would find it troublesome to breathe
And if we say what we want to say
You still wouldn't care about us.

If I had reasons for the things I've done
The world would be empty of sin
And this would leave you feeling pointless
The truth is not the one to care.

If I had all my prayers unanswered
I would be well without today
So maybe, just maybe,
Somebody is listening.

If I had nothing from now on
It would not really matter
Because I have listened to you, my heart
And I am never deaf to you.

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Storm

A pencil of light etches across the night sky
White jagged lines haphazard and swift,
Its shining ribbon curls around the stars
Crack of a whip as it dives and shifts.

In this solitary moment the earth illuminates
Nothing is hidden, the air comes alive,
Shuddering hoofbeats through grey and white clouds
Become scattered and distant as daylight arrives.