December 23, 2010
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on the dawn of my 28th year
™Deyja of the omens™
©K.R.N©- - A D&D stone roll Die 111- -
a man of my word
though my sense of time
if not my sense of life
differs from one
side of the die
to the other
images paint my mind
yet my limbs are like trees
driven by the winds
to sway in bursts of art
yet as a mind wills the vvill
there must be order
a spell one can summon
to cast upon the witness
beauty in an instant
within an encased
state of being
yet always these enchanted chants feel the most hollow
when one merely longs to sing a hymn worthy
of one's muse...
*
the will of time swaying the hourglass
spinning the bottle with fate
as a kiss with a mortal
coils at the edge
of the twenty seventh
moon as eighth
races across
dressed
as the
dawn
a morning
of another
petal
as the hands speak
in motion
a voice repeats
“she loves me”
*
the tao of palms
circles rolled of colours
as the year closes
into the dragon's winter
a hallow solstice
as this hollowing
of a soul searches for
a root to boil
in a spiraling tea
as the leaf that is
ferries ones hopes
across these uni-verses
veils we share
as threads
tie
what tides lie
before the foaming
surf of our
wondering youth
&
our wandering wisdom
*
when I close the door
eye never turn around
on the 28th year they notice
that the web eye had sewn
to guard them from
the cosmic bombardment
was removed on my 26th
as the whole of the 27th
remains a mystery
without a hope
eye left them
fore in our
time
spent
in youthful
digressions
eye had learned
their dreams
passions
peeves
yet they only
gathered
eye was a strange tree
but perfect strangers
can name that fact of me
so eye left wondering
if I had close friends
or am eye just close
to everyone eye
encounter
with
a
hope for a counter point
to my almost assuredly
absurd narrowing
burrowing
view
at a moments notice
fore I live to be surprised
so I have to follow my guts
& dream that eye am wrong
*
- - arrow digits - -
live as if the shadow will never reach you
know that time will arrive when the hood
lingering before the threshold is our blood
as the rage we wielded will meet
with the passion we passed
through our veins
one grasp rise above the crown
as the breath of the universe
inhales into a stilled
silence as the parting
draws one to point
away from the center
falling curved
as heaven's bow
the archer
straining
the dawn
of
“a day moon”
*
- - de 28th kata - -
“when you are free you will know how caged the rest of them are
you shy away from touch
shielding and sheathing your embrace”
building a being worthy of death
as the cost of a life paid in lives never escapes you
build a mind that can find humanity again
build a frame that will
sea one through the oceans
of sense's gluttony
when one burns keep enduring till there is no air left
give pain no heirs to rob you of your future glory
speak of bare hands but know
one is always a swordsmen within
the order of poets resting
under the shade of a willows
wielding the arrows of destiny
dancing the steps of the tao
motions of the bending river's
mouth to gravity's breath
circles circles circles
the shape of one
to reach
with
from a dot to a line
from a line to curve
from a curve to a whole
from a whole to a hole
always circles
yet ones destiny
can be any shape
as the warrior
knows
the shapes
before us
reveals
where
one
needs
to be
or
what shape
one needs
to be
*
and finally
happy birthday
to me...
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