posted on August 3, 2015 at 11:43 pm
strange street

strange street

grove of stars a universe of trees

wonderful wonderful thunder full sky

i slink along like a rat in a hold with an old burden

the streets are all the same when you lost in a garden

loki like look alike implicated in such subtle stupid mischief

what a shock when you realise yes magic does exist

god exists spirit exists endless succession of lives

weight of all my incarnations crushing me sweet beetle like

all those hundreds of people back and through time

on all the planets on all the planes

suddenly they are all mine to wield

i get the best of them now

if i say dance the dancer dances

if i say listen then all become listening itself

if i say hold still and be quiet they hold off for a while

when restlessness sets in i face a rebellion

the thousand gone versions of me against the one living me

we want this and that is rushing in my blood streams out and out

when i go i will join them

an impression in some newman as yet inchoate

restless roaming phantoms at home in my head

whispering prophets obscure mumbling madmen little jerks

long dethroned kings talking to themselves somewhere in my heart

melancholic girls i was once was sifting through the fading sands

the errand boys and the footsoldiers of endless wars forever forgotten

in some matrix or field i marshall my people warrior and hag

the sailor the corsican the african the thief

the intruder the conductor the priest and the midwife

the singer the veteran the waitress the wife

the hunter the milliner the fletcher the doorman

the squire the prisoner the accused the nobleman

the petit bourgeois the oracle the idiot the architect

the wizard the teacher the sister the salesman

the ballerina the cripple the boxer the coward

the saracen the persian the celt and the anglo

the hindu the writer the guard and the farmer

swirling and whirling in their worlds within whorls

i discharge universal energy straight out of my palms

but i dont understand how to pull on my shoe

songs fly to me in some one elses dreams

i drink them from ruptures where reality bursts

god talks to me drowned out by silence

its so hard for them all to be still to listen to hymn

where the places intersect you’ll find me with a net of words

sitting under the ashes that grow from the banks of Icelandic flow

the languages baffle me but the thoughts are always the same

where today and yesterday merge

at that very second split forever by the date

in the ringing darkness of my room

i enter sleep

and the doors to all the memory is flung open

and all will have their way





16 Responses to “restlessness”

  1. avatar
    NadineFaith | 4 August 2015 at 12:09 am #

    These words are the best I’ve read in a long time. I love your thoughts and how you convert them into poems like this one.
    It often seems to me like you are telling what I also think & feel.
    Thank you for this, Steve.

  2. etta
    etta | 4 August 2015 at 5:55 am #

    ‘Make hats while the sun shines’, Ms S (77)

  3. Pictish
    Pictish | 4 August 2015 at 9:56 am #

    Green Man! Rather like your winter phase lately.

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    Chris | 4 August 2015 at 10:29 am #

    great exploration of the whirling dance of life versus stillness and silence….’ringing darkness’…nice

  5. avatar
    eternallylit | 4 August 2015 at 9:24 pm #

    and the doors to all the memory is flung open
    and all will have their way

    that is it!

  6. avatar
    caitbrid | 5 August 2015 at 2:19 pm #

    Ditto what NadineFaith said. And SK, I love you! Thank you for sharing yourself.

    Kathleen in Philly

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    paulhershberg | 7 August 2015 at 4:35 am #

    Hey Steve,
    Looking forward to the show in Silver Spring, MD Sunday Aug 9.
    I think you’ll like the Fillmore. It’s similar in architecture to the 9:30 club in downtown Washington DC.

    Working right down the block at NOAA…wanted to recommend this place (we eat here for lunch) at this Vegan restaurant, which is a minute walk from the Fillmore:

    AND, believe it or not, there are 2 record stores (remember those 🙂 within walking distance too.

    This one (The Record Exhange) is literally next door to the Fillmore:

    But the one that picqued Marty’s interest a few years back when we told him of the thousands upon thousands of vinyl records they have was Joe’s Record Paradise:!directions

    Just in case you wish to explore downtown Silver Spring a little bit!

  8. etta
    etta | 9 August 2015 at 10:40 pm #

    Hope Toronto n so on so forth so far so goood!

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    David and Monica | 9 August 2015 at 11:47 pm #

    Dear Reverend Steve, thank you so much for taking the time to chat with us. Meeting you and the rest of the boys was definitely one of the best days ever! You are always in our hearts. Thank you and we hope to see you back in Cleveland very soon!

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