The devil
is a
dancer
In the
cabaret
of fire
His steps
are most
alluring
His eyes
beget
desire
He twirls
amongst
the partners
Disguised
but known
to all
And making
his
selection
A child
of Adam
— falls
**
Never let
reality
— obfuscate truth
Never let
the legend
— be tarnished by proof
Never let
the facts
— carry the day
Never let
the magic
— get reasoned away
**
Staying close
to the moment
the world made sense
In touch
with his feelings …
tomorrow’s paid rent
Alone
with his questions
the answers collide
Breaking through
the unconscious
— forever alive
**
You can never tell
unless you show it first
What the eyes will see
— the mind will free
**
Colors drip down
but never up
Gravity’s palette
— rainbows to touch
**
Looking for a
socket
to plug in tomorrow
Looking for a
conduit
to exit today
Looking in a
mirror
reflecting my future
Looking until
breathing
— each word that I say
**
Hidden
in caverns
the words
rising forth
Each droplet
a treasure
in ladles
to pour
Through whirlwinds
of drought
and twisters
ordained
The wellspring
indulgent
to fill
— and sustain
**
There are no
accidents
though some
would explain
Cause
or causation
each hair splitting
phrase
What is
and what isn’t
their images
born
Unconsciously
conscious
in matter
— and form
**
The art of looking
grows slowly …
Tall oaks in
the wind
The bison in
Winter …
His warmth
from within
The art of seeing
takes longer …
with each passing
glance
Reforming
the picture …
you once left
askant
**
In the distance
pirates chase
like devils
on the wind
Tonight’s horizon
morning brings
what destiny
— portends
**
Metaphor
only thrives and grows
forever
on the vine
Simile
lies a
rotting fruit
— bereft among the rinds
**
An Anthology Of Perception 