posted on November 14, 2011 at 7:56 pm

drug saw cow boy

with all the crimson yellow in my head

i beseech thee lord thy golden staff

which doth glow in dream some say out of shot

t’is the quickening of the bursting evening afoot

the crackles of black upon black the clock will stop

a thousand faces swim upon the blank visage of woman

woman as tiger woman as hunter woman as healer

woman as hag

woman as mother as child as teacher

as white female centaur moving into lime

come we drown in feminine cosmos

a chorus of women all mourning for me

bring on the doctor bring on the lawyer

bring on the curtain and bring on my fee

the ocelot springs in a frozen assumption

his claws retract in the middle of flight

where is the engine that pumps out delusion

who is in charge of the chaos inside

how can you understand everything

when nothing is more important than light

and light as you are you fall away fast

picking up speed beyond point in time

how molecules dance when once but disturbed

the smaller you go the faster you whirl

some voices are singing a bright lively song

a mirror of birds

a feast of blue notes

a study of nebulous shapes in a sky

a space full of planet revolve around star

god in his wisdom has painted his portrait

in sea and in weather and in fire and steel

we have entered a sound  where colours reversed

overexposed  violins to pure flash

and th’elegies of summers long dead and dying

they linger in synthesis

they dodder in glow

they hang in the air upon heavens rafters

adrift in a wildness alone in a world

i land on the dock with my winged heels oblivion

i surface a dream that has struggle asleep

many the meadow fog dimmed in morning

where raven and quarrel purveying their wares

malignant gnome who breeds in the graveyard

the horrible sprite of an unhappy bride

away from this plane i hasten a’flame

for am i not  son of the spritual spark

i track lonely black oceans as my soul looms on homeward

i gaze at the monsters concealed there within

a dragon of gold with teeth of pure pearl

a lion of marble with jaw inlaid jewel

a beaten statue of baal yonder master

behold at your peril gaze if you will

the summer has left me gasping for springtime

the morning just keeps begging for night

the night has gone within some life

then suddenly

its alright!


14 Responses to “holidelic”

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    princey | 14 November 2011 at 8:36 pm #

    Excellent 🙂

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 14 November 2011 at 8:50 pm #

    Simply amazing !!! I connect with Mr. Lee on the outside of this hemisphere and just yesterday I mentioned to him about yearning for something ‘lighter’ from you and even with a possible twist of humor and in less than 24 hours you neatly place one on display. That was magnificent sire. As my home nears the brisk layers of cold embrace, layers upon layers. You, sadly almost a world away, paint a mental snapshot of summer and her glory. Oh, how I miss her. Oh, how I wish she would of stayed when so many asked her to leave because of her apparent brutality. She was only putting on display her divinity I cried. Others asked to quickly for that sudden change to cool themselves down. But her heat is one of her raptures and now she is a faint memory, so many tricked just today by her reflection ( it was 70 degrees here in Chicago on Sunday…simply a gorgeous day).

    Soon…she will be such a distant memory and her wickedly vicious step father, mr. Old man blue and cold will wrap his arms around us, not in an embrace but in a snarled grip.

    Oh how I miss her and long for her return already. Now you have her and her tempestuous glory. Your luck is exceptional. But than again…you can control time. We can only exist in it.

    Darrin K.

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      BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 14 November 2011 at 8:56 pm #

      Can I use Holidelic ??? That is a fascinating word you just shared with all of us. I don’t remember your usage of it before…???…
      Have we been witness to yet again, another Wordsmith creation ??? Or have you improvised from a ‘greeting card’ aisle of the nearest cannabis palace…

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    Stewart | 14 November 2011 at 10:09 pm #

    Adjectives I approached confessed inadequacy for the task at hand. Left with nothing, I only say thanks.

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    . | 14 November 2011 at 10:15 pm #


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    Lara | 14 November 2011 at 11:11 pm #

    Great rhythms in this one.

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    Anonymous | 15 November 2011 at 1:19 am #

    sometimes you just need to write these things down somewhere they go so that when you go forward you can come back and read through again and then remember you know it’s the ox, he is the one who must find his way home and when you figure this out the story is told.

    it’s like figuring everything out but still knowing you’ll never be bored because as you go forward it always goes faster and faster and you’re never quite done which is good like the melodies you hear in a song.

  7. Kraig
    Kraig | 15 November 2011 at 3:54 am #

    OH YEA! Love them glowin glasses and love the write up today!

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    plumlady | 15 November 2011 at 8:34 am #

    You are truly an inspiration for all the “shy unsure sulky little twits” that are out there right now growing up. They’ll end up being the ones taking care of us in our old age…and it would certainly help if they were as hip as you….I’ll appreciate that in 25 years!

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    Crasher | 15 November 2011 at 4:52 pm #

    a bit of the beat poet there.
    reminiscent of that unsung 50s baard a certain mr kilbey stevens.
    resplendent in corduroy from his beret to his trouser cuffs.
    full beard (sans moustache of course),his tussled mop combed forward.
    reciting his lines in a sweaty basement coffee shop.
    from his audience lots of yeah mans and copious finger klicking.
    revelling in the chaotic spontaneity of it all.

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    Jesiah6 | 16 November 2011 at 1:10 pm #

    Great Post!
    the smaller you go the faster you whirl

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    Once | 16 November 2011 at 1:11 pm #

    Summer turns to winter
    And yes, it’s overnight
    The fear at
    Watching your parents grow older
    The horror at
    Discovering your body’s changes
    And mystery
    The reveal what we don’t want to see
    Someone knew about this
    And didn’t tell me
    And oh, how the universe sings to me now
    Like it never has before
    And oh, how my purpose once blinded is clear
    For evermore
    And mystery
    Can I remain blind, duck it somehow?
    I look in the mirror
    Adjust my face, my place, my space
    It’s different but now
    I know who I am
    And this means more than anything
    This is all
    And when winter comes
    Like it always will
    I am here
    I am alive.

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    lioness | 20 November 2011 at 12:41 pm #

    Steve, you continue to be the master of words… *bow*

    (that’s a compliment from a proud lioness!)\

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    hellbound heart | 22 November 2011 at 7:49 pm #

    I always regret not being able to log on here for a few days….start hangin’ for my word fix…..
    love always….

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