No-hope Tuesdays have become my favourite
as i fall deeper into a sense of helplessness of a blissful kind
a dull,full moment of acceptance.
And many empty ones of grief.
the bar is falling lower everyday
spirits down swimming in the depths of the
depressions in the ocean floor of my soul
that's where my joy hides.
And love
but i haven't seen her in a while.
......
Mysterious and majestic mountains, mellow as gold,
At the sun soaked summits, sweeping clouds enfold,
Basking in brilliant beauty, beneath a boundless blue,
Welcoming willing wonder, while ages wandered by you.
Picturesque, predominant, and so pleasingly permanent,
Enormous, exotic, exhilarating, exalted time testament!
Inspiring imaginative, impassioned, illimitable dreams,
Like the lovely lazy ones, of moonlit lustrous gleams.
......
First Glimpse of the Rockies
I saw them first as whispers—shadows drawn
Where sky met stone in silent, steadfast grace,
Ancient sentinels of time long gone,
Yet breathing still in morning’s warm embrace.
Their rugged peaks, unbowed, unbroken,
Carved by wind and story’s weight,
A quiet hymn in rock unspoken,
......
TRUTH 3
Truth shot point blank through
the centre of her forehead
Blood spurting, soiling fine furs
of humanoids at play with
slick lies and shallow Hansard words
They try to acupuncture Truth
......
At magic mountain
of the purple twilight dusk,
Summery stars swirl!
A dusty purple evening,
of redbird songs echoing.
Magnificent moon,
Pearls spill down the mountainside,
No breeze is stirring.
Golden memories now fade
......
TRUTH 3
Truth shot point blank through
the centre of her forehead
Blood spurting, soiling fine furs
of humanoids at play with
slick lies and shallow Hansard words
They try to acupuncture Truth
......
First Glimpse of the Rockies
I saw them first as whispers—shadows drawn
Where sky met stone in silent, steadfast grace,
Ancient sentinels of time long gone,
Yet breathing still in morning’s warm embrace.
Their rugged peaks, unbowed, unbroken,
Carved by wind and story’s weight,
A quiet hymn in rock unspoken,
......
The Great Beauty of the Mountains
Insurmountable Giants of nature
Spears that stab deep into skys,
An ever losing battle.
Their bodys stretching endlessly across the plains.
From endless beauty to the dullness of death they encompass all.
The Alps, older than the earth around it.
Older than even the continent itself.
Overseer of the Germanic plains.
......
The golden sunshine
Adorns the hilltops with such
Royal coronets...
plush carpet of blooms
hues at the base of mountains ~
fragrance of footsteps