John Ginsberg
Riding
The palm of calculus
With its sour reasons
Riding.
Riding to its death.
Deep dagger and strong will
Soft gallop by forest brush
Smelling the damp chill air.
Stillness.
Riding waves of time to
Reinvent gods.
Visions lurk in shadows.
See the swarm of yellow
Perfected minds in pursuit!
A noble approach by kingdoms of wealth and
Crowns of command where the daughter
Of freedom awaits her rescue……
The background is dark desperate
Luxurious jewel, a walking
Treasure of vision.
Blossomed roses wave the wind and
Carpets gentle step on circles of incense.
Gold bridges to the candy of desire
Soft opal cream and her enchanted sisters…..
O wait! Where lies the pride of
Kings and wealth of crowns?
She’s left the gardens of
Rose in pursuit of freedom!
Quick! The trumpets sound!
Flee the schools and
Shadow your figures
A sweet opalescent glow!
Parade on soldier streets
Chanting witch hunt ritual solos!
Wing a soft pyramid.
Desert life.
Heat and storm flowers
Soak a dry landscape.
Smooth sand and colors
Of gold.
The sun drips wet souls.
Rain falling crystal diamonds
That rinse fingers.
O where do you wander
Lost lady of freedom’s crusade?
Where do cool eyes of pearl
Soak the midnight sky
And wish upon the innocence of dreams?
Frozen sheets of ice,
Cool shivers of dawn and
Darkness of dreams.
Time’s marching band
Drummers of lost
time and invention.
Suspended evolution
Stuck by television
And swarming bands
Of raving bandits.
Captured cities.
Old laws dissolve
With the ashes of men.
Fire plagues and statue
Figures, war and famine,
Suffering children and their red shoes……
O voice! Is it you sweet daughter
Of freedom whose song echoes form
Bird’s tongue,
Whose wish released the star that
Fell into my halo of dreams?
Is it you whispering candles of hope
And the soft prayer,
Burning bridges to
The Human Condition?
Distant waves on the horizon
Cotton foam and the
Music of flight?
Dance!
Shake dreams
Shake habits and old laws
Of murderous death creatures.
Shake the shallow madness
Roaming chains of time
And wilderness.
Reinvent god’s gold
Dreams and flower trees.
Reinvent the seasons
That bind cold repressed souls.
A winking sun and her sisters
Slowly descend beyond
The rock’s shiver, slowly
descend beyond all lakes
And rivers that rinse souls,
And purify the madness,
And purify the souls reaching
Clouds and holding treasure.
Purified water and rain dances.
The soft smell of perfume……