Turtle Eyes

Take me back
to a time
of
simplicity
if
ever such a time
existed

Floating
in salty fluid
warmth
rhythmic beat
sway
rock

Security
if it exists
is invisible
yet
sustains

Invisible
to the human
eye
but
maybe
another's eyes
can see

Who knows
what the aged
turtle
thinks
sees
feels

If a turtle
can feel

The planets hang
in invisible space
in their orbits'
lanes

There must be more
to
life
than meets
the
eye

The Mighty Mountain

Your words are wearisome
as they gyrate sanctimonium,
round and round they roll
like a steamroller
trying to level a mighty mountain.

The more you prate
the farther from you I flee,
to refresh my soul in the marrow
abiding deep within the forest
of the mighty mountain.

Why do you deface such beauty with dis-grace?
Why do you paint her spirit so petty?
Why do you trample her life-giving essence?
Why do you deem the mountain so small?

Your steam will run dry
and though it stripped a tiny morsel
laying bare a small hillside,
your levelled chafe will be erased
and the lush hillside will flourish again
upon the mighty mountain.

The wildwood will blossom,
its glorious grandeur and strength
displayed for those who have eyes to see,
shelter and sustanence reviving sojourners
upon the mighty mountain.

A bush-league major cannot raze
the pristine quintessence
that abides within,
that thrives upon,
that displays her glory,
with the mighty mountain.

october 21, 2oo7


Special thanks to Annie whose trust rests in the mightiest mountain.

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PN

Some days it burns
Some days it aches

Every day it lingers
Every day it weakens
Every day it exacts

A toll

Quarters
Tokens
Tolls
Accessing parkways to meander
Accessing highways to faster

But this toll
Accessing fatigue that drains
Accessing despair that pines for death

I just do not know
if I have what it takes
to pay this toll

My pouch approaches bankruptcy
Time for a loan