The Book Of Truths As Told Through Whispers

whispers

 

 

Far too many sun ups have passed me by

On clouds of melancholy mist

Truth abandoned in the fog of words

Clouded memories lost or forgotten

To become fairy tales and folklore

History casts an ominous shadow

Ghost bones begin to rattle a beat

Softly the voice of Satan coaxed

Whispering gossip from the time beginning

Come and see Lord what we have made thee

 

What hath our religion become?

Murmurs of behavioral reason

Treat those as thy would thyself

Unless they are considered less

Abominations in the eyes of ourselves

What can’t be defined we must condemn

Before it reveals us for what we truly are

Babes swaddled in the cloth of hypocrisy

Eyes unable to see yet fit to judge at will

Sanctimonious visions of how life exists

 

Whispers written in a book called truth

Scribed from the days of opulent lies

The rules of life with answers so simple

Yet too complex to include the disparate

Designed to assuage the guilt of our conscience

In the name of all we have yet to understand

So soothing to bathe once in a week

In the baptismal waters of deceptions

Reading but not following his rules of conduct

The holy book of truth as told through whispers

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Our Sunken Meadow Serenade

sunken meadow

 

Hand in hand

We waltzed

Across the midnight sand

Pioneer love

Searching for meaning

On a small coastal land

Laid down our shoreline footprints

Imprinted with fervor

Forever to preserve her

The tracks of mother love

Etched along the shore

We dreamed of our sandcastle

Granular palace of pleasure

Emotional countermeasure

That never stayed

The fortress like our love

Taken out with the tide

Only our memories stayed

The moon softly singing

Our Sunken Meadow Serenade

 

Seaside full of love

Jellyfish and Horseshoe crabs

Starfish and scally-wags

Sea Gulls and terns

Turtles and sandworms

Loons screaming out in a terrible fright

But when we listen more close

The truth revealed

Aquatic love had filled the night

Like the stray life of the sea

We joined in midnights elation

Making love under the vanilla moon

We could hear the night breeze swoon

With the stars illuminating our trail

We knew we’d be there soon

The rocky shoreline led the way

Our Sunken Meadow Serenade

 

 

The thrill of capture

In an ocean of rapture

Under an onyx sky

Love glows silver from the diamond eyes

The sun took to rising

Leaving the world to tend it’s horizon

Together we waded

In the forming morning dew

From the tears of the evening

I gave myself to you

A carpet of shells and stone

Let out a sensual moan

Bodies arched in bold submission

Covetous ambition held us tight

Grasping me tender in the shadow aquatic

Erotically fanatic

We pledged our souls

Piercing my body she whispers her song

A moist tongue rips through my flesh

Like a ravenous wanton blade

Our Sunken Meadow serenade

 

 

At sunrise I hear a dream

A world I can no longer hold

And no longer visit

Too many sunrises have passed by

Too many hours that I cried

Like the love no forbidden

I can never go back

Our innocence dissolved

Lost for both of our eternity’s

Swept up in the ocean current

Let not lost love become a deterrent

Even though love came far too quick

And left us far too soon

We shared the moon

Wisps of passion blown across the sand

Once where seaweed footprints glistened

In the glow of the crest

Now a distant dirge

Young love expressed

Natures orchestra whistles her sonata

From a passing regatta

Waves lay down rhythms

As they kiss the shoreline

I close my eyes and fade away

Dreaming of the Utopia we made

Now I have but one song left

As I fall asleep

Wishing pioneer love had stayed

Our Sunken Meadow Serenade

 

 

 

Bye Bye Baby

baby

 

Beautiful Feline

Our Baby

My little girl

Said good-bye

A world of sadness

Yet a thank you in her eye

Leaving sweet memories

Of her life gone by

 

Right now

Across the world

In many a grave

Some marked

Some not

The souls of the billions

Stir slightly

Shifting

To make room for one more gentle soul

For “baby”

For her we cry

Because Nature keeps subtracting

As love comes by

 

Some think it pathetic to see

An old man reduced to tears

But I don’t care

Disease is pathetic

This feeling is pathetic

Death is pathetic

And life’s not fair

Good Bye Ba

 

Dave? Daves Not Here…

db

 

By J.T. Hilltop

All day long I’ve been hearing and seeing people say that David Bowie was extremely good at re-inventing himself. Personally I find that to be a bullshit statement. He wasn’t invented he merely lived his life on his own terms. I think maybe David Bowie was far too original for some people to understand so they put him into compartments they can label. They invented a label for Mr. Bowie and when he exposed another piece of his personality they re-invented a new label. David didn’t invent himself he shared himself, in all his glorious facets. The only expectations he lived up to were his own and that defies the logic of those among us who can only understand people when they’re placed in comfortable sounding compartments.

Whether he was wearing an Oddity like an abandoned spacesuit looking the sell the world or busy making cha cha cha cha changes into a Cosmic Traveling Starman riding spiders on Mars he willing revealed all the components of his life with us while entertaining us with phenomenal music. All while reaching his fame. What’s your name what’s your name. David simply slipped in and out of the pieces of the jigsaw that made him such a wonderful puzzle and graciously allowed us to experience it along with him.

In constant conflict with conformity David took us on many wonderful rides each one more fun than the next. Rock, Glam, Dance, whatever the Hell he felt like exposing he did. His legacy for me will not be merely his music but his teaching us how to be brave and express ourselves as who we are not who others want us to be. Jimi Hendrix told us to wave our freak flags high but David Bowie took it a step further, not just raise your flag but to refuse to allow anyone to label your flag. It’s our flag and we wave if proudly. David Bowie will forever be both a Scary Monster…..and a Hero.

 

One Last Smile

one last

 

What can we say when the world holds still

Both breath and soul have departed

In place of joy we have but time remembered

Our lives reduced to years

But those years are mine to own

And my years with you were the best of my life

And I will hold them until no strength remains

To praise my fond apparition of before

I place the phantoms of our time to word

Because when memories are afraid they will be forgotten

That’s where they go

To become stories or song

Words of love

Words of joy

Even words of anger

So that never shall we either forget

Despite my pain I smile for you one last smile

I’ll make it the best smile I can manage

In that tomorrow when I awake alone

I’ll still be part of your memories too

Live and Love in Peace, A very Happy New Year….Make some great memories this year

 

Republican’ts And Demochats

demo

 

(Modern free form beat poetry)

Just cause you’re on the right

That doesn’t make you all right

You looking through on the left

Act before nothing is left

I am politically ambidextrous

So impress us with your expertise

 

It makes you uncomfortable

Cause you just can’t understand

So you create a bunch of labels

Spread em all across the land

It makes it easier when you to file me

So you can defile me

That way you don’t have to get to know me

So show me

What you think I am

 

You put people into compartments

Your absurd

You treat us like cattle you can herd

You pompous turds

You don’t even know who we are

We’re not just a vote

A banknote

We’re a group of living concepts

Its nonsense

Indivisible with no liberty, no justice at all

The righties calls the lefties all fools

Singing E Pluribus Unum

While your screwin’ em

You’re gonna ruin em

So what am I to the far right side?

From a group of radical ignoramus?

Think that you can tame us?

I dare you!

Do my thoughts scare you?

Am I a tree hugging hippie

Who loves Mother Earth

I have since birth for what it’s worth

I’m the resistance

It’s just a philosophic difference

Try it it wont hurt

I care about rights of women

I believe in equal rights

Democracy isn’t exclusive to the whites

We are a salad of cultures held in check by you vultures

But you can’t understand

I care for my fellow man

You’re just a Republican’t

Who thinks he’s a republic can

 

 

And don’t be looking so smug and deft

Over there on the left

You don’t like me either

You just want to invoke my vote

You make me nervous

The only thing you ever served is lip service

All you do is talk

You can’t get women’s pay equal

And it won’t happen

I’ve seen the sequel

The poor receive wages of sin

For gods sake let refugees in!

Why are guns still a thing?

Cause you don’t do a God damn thing

But chat

To fat cats

Just like the right

You never even fight

You ain’t all that

You think you’re a democrat

But your just a demo chat

Talking us under a bus

Living among the upper crust

Tossing us crumbs from your linen tablecloth

What disgust

 

 

Neither side has an exclusive on deceit

Stay out of my kitchen if you can’t take my heat

You politicians caused the wreck

With you one hand pledging allegiance

While the other takes my check

You call me a communist but who pays the fucking lobbyist?

A trusty Politian standing an untrusting shade

If things all go your way well man I guess you got it made

But your pact is with the hateful

The insult of the day

Wish you were an illusion but you’re an illusionists to stay

 

 

Republican’ts and Demochats

Enslaved to fat cats

Know what? Go on ahead

Beat the crap outta each other

Call each other names

Continue playing games

You’re all lame

Off base

Peace is the tortoise in this race

Your rabbit hate has a rabid fate

And hates gonna lose

Hates an obstruction which thrives on destruction

Someday you’ll understand

Hope it s not to late

 

You run a Presidential race

To dominate the rate race

Forgetting the human race

The one race we all must win

Humanity is our kin

People full of hope and love

Try to remember that before you destroy the world

Keep us alive

Peace is the most noble struggle to survive

 

 

 

I may be a dreamer but I’m not the only one….Peace Out

 

A Sonnet For Narcissus

fountains

 

 

The fountains of Narcissus

Lay still in pools at lull

No longer rushing waters

The tides have risen full

Peer into its vacuum

Where deadly ripples form

The circles tell the story

A world of life forlorn

Just one look

You’ll be hooked

But don’t stare too hard

Or too deep inside

An evil killer lurks

Where monsters hide

 

 

 

In the shadows of my ego

The phantom self lay hidden

In the corners I fear to tread

I’d wished that I had ridden

Clings tightly in disdainful glee

Claps enthusiastic ovation

To witness for the world to see

My glorious humiliation

In a vision of rebellion

Internal battles leave their mark

From wars fought through the years

Scars so red and scars so dark

With tears that tell a story

Somehow I’m still alive

To fight the future battles

So narcissus can survive

 

Met A Girl

sad song

 

 

Glistening snowflakes fall and melt

Leaving no evidence of their plight

History or memory, truth or tales

But their grandeur survives in my mind

For but a fleeting moment

Until sand castles wash out to sea

Rainbows glories fade

Cotton candy skies dance away

And moonbeams light the way

To a starless day

 

 

Memories are tales

Our life and loves

Inscribed in our hearts

Which beats out our songs

We sing to ourselves and weep

We sing to ourselves and smile

Each memory another stanza

 

I Met A Girl

I met a girl who sang the truth

The way loves tune should be

Her words rang out so beautiful

But she wasn’t singing to me

Met a girl who sang her story

Or maybe it was only one memory

A voice of silk and words of hope

But the tale seemed sad to me

 

Met a girl who sang soft and blue

With warmth my heart was mended

A bluesy tune that wasn’t sad

Until the music ended

No song is sad

No tale Mournful

No story wistful

Until the song is finished

 

Les Poetes Ont Ete Reduits Au Silence

silence

 

 

A storm so profound it was felt cross the ocean

 

 

The prophet stared as the flames burnt his words

The poets ink running dry

A mother stood weary holding teardrops of blue

As the fathers wept to the sky

 

And the children screamed the name of the king

Who answered dressed as a mime

The laughter dried up and shriveled with age

It seems we have run out of time

 

An event so profound it challenged the bards

Who cried free of nary a word

The lion of treason roared out to the lambs

A evil growl that all the world heard

 

Say

Have you heard the news

The president died

As people hung out their clothes

How could that happen

Who shot the king

Shrugging shoulders nobody knows

 

 

Turned our ears to the voice of the one who made sense

Of every bit of life’s drama small and immense

 

But Bobby stayed silent

Nothing more to be told

Fear grows much younger

And the world looks so old

 

So we turned to our prophet begging a sign

No oracle answered we’ve now crossed a line

What’s gonna happen

What where and when

When like the rising sun

The poet picked up his pen

 

No longer standing silent the tellers took back their stage

Told us all stand together wash away vengeful rage

 

With the power of love You write your own story

Fill you heart with belief for hate has no glory

Get back to your life

Don’t yield your power to a coward who preys on your strife

 

 

 

 

Hear the toll from the cloisters

And the laughter of children

Don’t let the world tremble and crack

Your just one in a million

Sing with the stars

And dance with the moon

The poets and prophets

Are singing your tune

I have words to share

I’m ready to show it

I’ll not let the terrorist

Silence this poet

Live free, love free, and stand tall and proud

PEACE

 

ORDINARY

ordinary

 

 

Follow your dreams…Great advice but ridiculously vague. You shouldn’t just choose your dreams in reckless abandon but peruse them with calculated passion. Otherwise you may wake up one day to realize the most you’ve made of yourself is to become excruciatingly ordinary. Being ordinary cam be a malignant tumor on your creativity preventing you from expressing the most beautiful statement in the world. That you are you!!

Ordinary

 

Just like everyone else

I’m nothing special

Not even close

My life is boring

My existence morose

I’m so damn ordinary its not worth my breath

I’m so damn ordinary I even bore me to death

 

Typical

Just another mouse in a maze

Just run of the mill

A part of the herd

Aimlessly wandering

Like a flightless bird

I’m so damn typical I’m not worth my breath

I’m so damn typical I’ll bore you death

 

Irrelevant

Just plankton in the ocean

Part of the machine

Another cog in the wheel

Live in my fantasy

Cause I hate what is real

Not a well respected man of the town

I’m so irrelevant I look up to see down

 

Cause that’s me

I’m ordinary

Just basic stock on the shelf

A humdrum existence

Who’s bored by himself

Pounding down potions

Going through motions

Numbing my brain

To ease the pain

Of being plain

Different day same shit

Endless cycle

In an endless pit

that’s my fate

But wait?!

 

What if I could change?

My life rearranged

I’m kinda interesting

In an ordinary way

Well…

I can dream anyway

 

I’m an astronaut spy

On a cosmic safari

A suave handsome winner

Who never says “sorry”

Could be a sexual player

Whose oh so enduring

Or in a rock star hotel

While I’m out touring

But I’m not

I’m just boring

Ordinary

But I’m me