past at last at first a past

I was lost in the ruin of cold doubt a place where I've been before times two the winter on the fringe of falling through magic mist upon the brisk evening ice this trail follows unknown frozen graves where bones are saved for the next waiting at the endless line of chaos with swirling temples of dry dreams blues bound for the eye of eclipsed illusion the underlying truth turns over confusion where his face is there glowing blind white he wheel's down under the crystal cave night past a mound of gray & white battered stones at last I feel the race come to a close at last the day brings in the sniffled nose at last the least is written on the blue ribbon at least the last is behind the losing first at least the thirst is dry and drunken verse at least the hearse drove the mound of deceased at noon the feast of birds released at noon the air was broken clean at noon the place was landing through at night the moon was turning blues at night I built a raging saving fire at night the roast was in the frigid dew at first light the songbirds sang patterns at first light I thought of your holy face at first light I'm alone in freedom open homes past a mound of gray & white battered stones

claim my mind

each new star arrived into a pool of cool water rippling with a wave of quiet eternal return sending other waves back to the moment of birth all greeted there with old galactic rebound moon angels of all shape planets whispered turning the ages for gravity abstract centuries mistaken for planets long ago left behind disguised lunar eclipses of an eastern seaboard stories fell upon the ears of heroes hoping a great ship would return for their minion awaiting the fables to hold this true arrival knowing the time is dwindling down to zero motions form our blue tidal oceans ships set sail over hills of salty seas heavy burdens shift into whirlpools driving away from incarnate arrivals hold me in thoughts of winter dreams see that every second turns with this caress the old hearts for ancient reasons claim my mind for now is the beginning

abstraction times

I've looked in the forest

where I sing to twisted trees I've knelt in my basement with thanks & praising ease I'm reading different takes how to manage the open mind I'm breathing in with the wait exploring just what to find I am that I am that is and was where the birds soar high & true I am that I am that is and was coming at the knick of time for you the abstraction blends in nice losing answers among the divine they left me in a swirling dream among the thousand glowing scenes inside a pattern of the infinite shapes that bent from the previous colors all brand new to the mind songs with complex beauty turned sung on the wintertime walking heals when the sun decides to gently appear all for the glory of spring in april calls fluid as the river thaws into churns

with handshakes or a hug from strangers

facing questions in the face of danger fresh smells saved the hibernating words bringing in the earth for a night swim under the reflection of brilliant stars beneath the sacred moon hours we straddled a paddle with the river

until we made it to our other home

resting the flavor filled with spice

this abstraction blends in very nice

the blue spruce

just a crack of light exposed the doorway inside another world among grandfather trees was this a dreaming coincidence awakening where such a strange light peaks out emanating or was this an odd star reflecting the moon whatever the case I peaked inside a tree to see voices whispered from these barked beauties sounds of a stream were running from inside I heard a hammer pinging off in the distance laughter and music playing sweet and true maidens singing in unison of a land being reborn my guess was these were gnomes of some kind precious little tiny people having a social wang dang doodle I rubbed my eyes and ears to try and wipe away this illusion but the light just shown brighter from this mossy tree I peeled a little bark back to get a better view and sure enough they smiled right up at me politely they didn't seem to care that I was much bigger I'm sure they knew how to leave at the blink of my eye or as fast as a falling star appears and fades away they would throw magic dust and simply be gone so I enjoyed their company and watched their ways living so care free and exploding with pure joy living like the trees that were their homes I felt like a big ogre compared to their miniature ways but I did have a mandolin with me so I played they jumped out of the crack dancing with one hand waving free as I played they placed glowing shrooms at my feet I paused and ate one because it looked like a treat as the song continued they leaped and danced all around me the sky opened up and filled with reds purples blues and greens my strings became golden rods of energy shooting brilliant light beams their laughing ears trembling and their faces smiling massive grins we felt so alive and immune to troubles other worlds from here as we progressed the night morphed into a quieter peaceful zone the night dreams appeared before our eyes coloring new homes so they gently returned to the tree from where they were born I shook my tired head and wondered how in this beautiful world the light dimmed along with their voices sealing cracks in the tree I slipped back to my tent and recalled the nights events all through the tiny view from this ancient blue spruce

singing the future

under skies of a clean blue

away from the scene often charged the day baked into a mans move never feeling unsure or even ill he said the changing guards will as a color form guides the fingertips folding the night past the even numbers odd and matched to the wheels humbled on a prayer run of burnout squeeling anticipating worlds to arrive with news creating and building the soft dry nests for the seven thousand greeted guests who weirded up the stage of time keeping things out of the service lines strolled from walking trail crossing prints sold to the highest bidder of bold retold around the burning ring of gold just so every voice of winter can hear screaming his own message for a spell she called this whole explanation input as a brave foot stood at the window to chase off the determined codes becoming colder near the frozen eyes staying warm from the light of fireflies quoted boat captains spoken old moldy stories all around many tall ears glory eyed waiting for the punch stuck in the rut of sulphur mud he backed us out with doubts to collapse the face of our shouts going low and down over sounds so the highest felt piercing true sticking past the solid gripping glue left from charging battalion chiefs severed for blood stained meats the fire died to find some sleep a blue moon sat filling up with light falling down over the west to rest pulling dreams away for caught morning sang a faithful smell to a pot of brewing brown roast I listened to the abstract singing ready to climb into the future

golden springs

ringing traps just caught the face into shaming sounds of uneasy pain where moonscape dogs circle strings above the sky of starry deep blue chilling april rains split through

now you stand above the dream shapes

looking down upon the scattered scene you wonder about something a second behind it just skipped something you knew was true but instead of worrying too much about it you turn to face your feet forward again taking big giant steps into the shadows feeling confused bordering the cold edges how could this all come to be such a ghost did I miss the thought that mattered most did you feel the jagged force of wind or did it smile on your pink rosy cheeks was it the night that plays these games did I paint the image of a cross in your head could it be I'm ready to decompose death do you see the golden springs from the tree I wonder sometimes if I could really be there past the questions that stride or stumble on their own wings flew me up to a sacred mountains place ringing traps just caught the face

a wasatch path

a wasatch path rolls along to catch joy turning through the gaining elevation changing my mind into a blue and purple eye past the sounds of city lights and doom the trail twists and turns far away over mistakes placed by the hand that awaits further notice these moments fall like diamonds from the sky they challenge the questions and reasons why with rustling leaves on the breeze soon to begin the counted wheels turn stumble and descend poised for the badge of courage pinned on men who joined in the balance of eternity motioning fast under the golden grave of life placed by themselves little glowing elves drank honeydew from a rose petal moist ancient wood had fallen at just the right time where no human turns to see what bonds the forest steep or gently crawls beneath their own precious bouncing feet this path just keeps rolling along with amazing pure joy arrows shot love into a broken heart about to face a hole in outer space where archangels and devils are amount their horses lost riding parallel colors blue chasing a man who's choosing neither two shaking their warm hands minus the grip where crippled baking eyes drip salty tips called under the panda colored stone dry missed but forming balance with a kiss retold soldier tapes ferment the wild grapes chilling the cool autumn winds upon mountain tops jostled for what was a nimble jumping start arrows shot love into this trees broken heart

Grandfather Speaks by Howard Terpning...poem by ACS

with a dance of poking sticks stirring the coals a wise man spoke soft stories in the abstract soul he took his time to grab a hold of your attention leaving no detail without a romantic definition we could see he has told this one many times before we felt so absorbed and alive with surprise of even more the fire crackled and I jumped at the sound it cut sharp listening to the beauty of myth from a sages story telling art

three spirits

today feels like a magnet pulling apart gold dreams of old to say a meal spikes crawling carts of sold scenes is bold mine just rewinds a massive undercurrent of remote views signs pen in the unkind whirling torrents rewrote for truth