Seraph

From thin air

Appears to this cherub

The might and beauty

The light your fright

And awesome power

Overwhelms

This so simple

Eye

Your child

fallenangel  rlm2011

Assignation

Love, it gets in your head

It will do that to you

Yes it will do that to you

I owe you an apology

I love you so deeply

Can love no one as truly

This black and white soul

Coloured with you

You, in this head

This artless

Featureless

Head

Where is my future?

Canterbury Tales

(iii)

The swing was noticeable only by the scream that preempted it.  When the smack came it was audible, and her scream turned instantly to a whimper.  The building went still.  I could sense Noah beside me and Jack across had suddenly stopped, their senses tuned to trouble.  Another smack and a cry of pain and I knew immediately where it was coming from.  I stepped into the hall and joined Noah and Jack at the elevator.  We knew where we were going.  One floor down, we rapped at the door.  The door was yanked open with a “what the f*** do you want”.  The irate greeter was pushed into the flat and held to the wall by my companions.  I checked on the girl, for to me that is all she is.  I knew her only by her voice, propensity for twangy country music, and her raucous parties that always respected curfew.  I also knew she lived alone.  She was quietly crying.  Simply she said it, “throw him out, throw the f***er out”.  She wanted no help.  She wanted no law.  She wanted only to control her space again, and to regain her dignity. 

We escorted the man out.  He may have suffered a few bruises on his way down. 

I pray he does not return.  I pray we did the right thing respecting her wishes.

Mandatory Contraband

Thrust outward this good, the complete circle

The outermost meaning, the closest of truth

When first encountered, it is taken as fact

With grown understanding is taken in tact

The energy desire, destructive with passion

Pulls at the interior, without reason nor ration

Thus spirited readiness common to all

An awareness of self and awareness beyond

The move to our home, the warm of the glow

Seeks redemption from solitude, energy to sow

From person to self and coupled in tune

To this spiritual ladder a softened heart brings

Grace forms the mind from life loves soft tender

The sphere of experience, the warmth of the sun

Please council and pray to find common ground

Thaw these misgivings, a thesis come round

Lift mind and lift soul to a life of humility

Sink arrogance drown the unfounded pride contained in this spirit

Mother does give us of growth and the fruit

She flowers and waters and sustains all our heart

We chose our way freely decisions of change

Our direction unclear but our paths our own way

We choose mothers path we can be evergreen

Or we hide and we wither a rot autumn’s season

So open these skies, clear the clouds from our view

Make clear endless paths past horizons to stars

The truth it lays there transparent from good

Mentality’s cruel humour laughter so rude

Internal the truth the contrary a living fact

External the truth given the obligatory, the binding

Do not ever say care does not live here

Fulfilled in this couple a holistic ideal

The blend of each soul and souls come before us

Lead live the adventure of trust rendered so lost

These values they transform to peaceful function

The cause of trust truth’s conflict now unity’s purpose

The regal the jester the worshiped admired

No doubt and no fear rendered absent the tension

We give and forgive to life tendered innocent

The change as we learn new belief hope new recent

The attune to atone and live amore heart full

Self seek an aware charity joined final to human quality

Canterbury Tales

ii

Jake has lived in this building since 1977.  From his seventh floor apartment he rules lonely over his domain.  He will leave the place very hour or so, take the elevator to the ground floor, walk to the window, and if the weather suits him will wander out to Wellington and circle back around to his beloved Roslyn.  Jake moved here after his wife passed.

In 1951 Jake played for the Edmonton Eskimos.  I have never been clear which position he played but he is a small man.  When we encounter each other he always asks the same thing, “did you ever play professional football”, a nod to my size and strength.  He takes a look at my legs and tells me it was such a waste I did not, “with legs like that you would have plowed through any line in the league.”  In his day perhaps, but with the behemoths playing today I wouldn’t be so sure.

From an apartment balcony below someone is playing the sax.  It is very cool outside.  One can feel the autumn creeping into the days and the frost into our nights.  But it is bright and sunny.  Our musician’s rendition of Summertime, sultry slow and bluesy, is apropos.  I sit in my bedroom, the window open, soaking in the sound.  I am a little glad for the music, and a little sad for the passing of a truly wonderful summer.

And mostly I am grateful for my future, my new start, from this place.

guitrhaz  rlm2011

Bladderus Interuptus

Toss and then turn and turn again

Lay the lie to stay in snooze

Kid yourself attempts the doze

The curl attempt to squeeze the pipes

Then prostrate and still please go away

The aging prostate the bladder fill

It wins again and off I go

Until again I live in nappies

Bladderus interuptus I will Depends.

Zzzzzzz!

mizzle sashay

why would one hide in such weather…

splash instead, it is so much more fun

jump from puddle to puddle

making sure every jump is a cannonball of

glee...fully

stand at the curb by a great big puddle

so when the cars speed by they shower you with

surprises

and kick water at them

why would you save all the fun for them

practice your tai chi

in the middle of the road

in the middle of the deepest puddle

standing on one leg

lifting your arms high

and curving your body in meditation

just before swan

diving

into the depths of the urban pond

it is only laundry

this is only skin

and this is so much fun

for the big dripper

Malignant Stripper

Festering festered re-festering foul spot

Bleeding occasionally

Growing malignantly

Burn on burn on burn on burn on

Feeding the disease

The stripper starts and starts again

To shed to skin and skin once more

Moulting death and now stilled life

The body bruised blue and black

Proof lived of sensual spoor

These tracks do lead to demise

The undulate pattern

The lived well lived

Warnings heed but ignored

The dollar string as thanks for time

Regrets are none

Regrets are none

The dance is done