This corner is a reference to a description I once used in an attempt to explain where these poems come from. "It's as if I'm hit upside the head with a brick!" The ideas seem to come from nowhere and everywhere at the same time. I am merely a medium and the words pass through me, it seems. Usually they come to me in a brief flash so fast I have great difficulty keeping up. Very much like the scene in Amadeus when Mozart is on his death bed dictating to Salieri; this impatient demonic voice pushing me but my hand is incapable of writing as fast as the information is thrown at me. The poems I have written are very similar in origin, only worse. It's as if I'm watching a two hour feature film for the first time - at an incredibly accelerated speed. I'm fortunate if I'm able to get an outline on paper before I loose the entire vision. Frustrating and exhilarating at the same time! So, if you're still interested, click on a title below and read on. There's a place for your comments at the end. Don't be shy, I like the feedback. I already think I suck, so it's not as if you could hurt the one feeler I have left with confirmatory remarks.

A Will I Must Obey

The green, green grass of Summer
has changed to shades of brown,
And the smiling face of Autumn
looks like a circus clown.

Crimson leaves and purple sunsets
too soon will fade away,
For nature and the seasons
know a will they must obey.

Grass isn't green forever,
and nothing gold can stay,
But Springtime follows Winter
when the snow melts away.

The Word of Nature's unchanging
though seasons come and go,
Though the roses lose their petals
and rivers cease their flow.

Like the seasons,
I keep changing;
there's a will I must obey,
on my journey all the way.

[A Will I Must Obey] [October] [Autumn's Touch] [Within] [Myself] [Unconditional Friendship] [Transformation] [The Chapel Under Construction] [Bloom] [Fingerprints]

October

There's chill about this morning
Because it's late October time,
And frost will soon descend to earth
To paint its silver shine.

And I suppose October's rose
All blooming and with grace,
Will have to wait upon the sun
To warm its pretty face.

The Summer flowers have gone to sleep
Except for just a few,
October time is in its prime
All fresh with morning dew.

There are mums for Fall,
And still some greenery,
But I suppose October's rose
Was touched majestically!

[A Will I Must Obey] [October] [Autumn's Touch] [Within] [Myself] [Unconditional Friendship] [Transformation] [The Chapel Under Construction] [Bloom] [Fingerprints]

Autumn's Touch

In this season of reflection, there
Is beauty to be found
In every leaf of every tree
Where Autumn's touch abounds.
We hearken to the silence that
Is deafening to the ear,
Which hides within the stillness
And the waiting for us here.
If only we would take this time
Of in-between to try
To feel the warmth of Autumn's sun,
And know someone's passing by.
Then with a sense of wonder, we
Must certainly revere
The work of creation when
Autumn's touch appears.

[A Will I Must Obey] [October] [Autumn's Touch] [Within] [Myself] [Unconditional Friendship] [Transformation] [The Chapel Under Construction] [Bloom] [Fingerprints]

Within

In the corner of my thought rests
a mimic of beauty.
A pure image of what I'd like
to be, which will never exist.
I glance in the mirror to see what
lurks behind the pain in my mind.
I find my inner beauty which is
more honorable than the outer shell could ever be!
I will never be an image of beauty,
but my heart and soul will always share
my beauty that lies within.

[A Will I Must Obey] [October] [Autumn's Touch] [Within] [Myself] [Unconditional Friendship] [Transformation] [The Chapel Under Construction] [Bloom] [Fingerprints]

Myself

I am not myself.
I am a mixture of everyone I've ever
been in contact with.
I've been molded by their thoughts,
who were molded, who too
were molded.
I am my mother, my father
the President, the Pope
and the freak down the street.

By: DQ

[A Will I Must Obey] [October] [Autumn's Touch] [Within] [Myself] [Unconditional Friendship] [Transformation] [The Chapel Under Construction] [Bloom] [Fingerprints]

Unconditional Friendship

Before I always looked,
at the color of someone's skin.
Then you taught me how to look,
for the beauty hidden within.
You showed me you were a person,
with a heart, soul, and mind,
you taught me to look for only one race,
and the race was mankind.

When I was excited or nervous,
you were there until the end,
to say goodluck my friend.
Some of my friends shall shun me,
but let them tease and taunt,
it matters little to me for now,
I know what I want.
Unconditional friendship,
you can give me this I know,
you will always be my friend.

[A Will I Must Obey] [October] [Autumn's Touch] [Within] [Myself] [Unconditional Friendship] [Transformation] [The Chapel Under Construction] [Bloom] [Fingerprints]

Transformation

This life - a psychedelic dream - corners
turn me into states of mythic reverie -
beneath the crucifix a door eternal
mystery - naked feet and bloody toes
comb through my hair as i walk through to there
hallowed red tears drip down upon my eyes,
to cheek, to breast, to belly, and to thighs
to rest in a silent pool at my feet.

I walk through this life and look back to see
faithful blood red footprints following me -
here where laughter escapes limited form
my mind is finally free - blood within
my blood life's crucifix annointed me.

[A Will I Must Obey] [October] [Autumn's Touch] [Within] [Myself] [Unconditional Friendship] [Transformation] [The Chapel Under Construction] [Bloom] [Fingerprints]

The Chapel Under Construction

Open books
Lie temporarily abandoned
watching, silently willing anyone to absorb them.

It is in a quiet classroom
Where one can stay and learn
About oneself.

Surrounded by the stillness of opened umbrellas
And dampened air.
Composition of form.

A lone figure stands eating a pear,
Looking out of the third floor window,
At the chapel under construction.

[A Will I Must Obey] [October] [Autumn's Touch] [Within] [Myself] [Unconditional Friendship] [Transformation] [The Chapel Under Construction] [Bloom] [Fingerprints]

Bloom

Sunlight and snow
lilted on lilies
wine winter
silver, sipping silver
the hummingbird
and huckleberry blossoms
slipping into lilac leaves
take leave of ice
melting, living into life.

Weaving Spring - the Sun Queen
latches the loom
and beckons:
"Bloom, bloom bloom.
Burst into brightness. Bloom
explode into colors. Bloom
Blossom bombs of ruby
Blossom bombs of rose
explode into gold.
Bloom. Bloom.

If you would enter
the garden of the sun
bid bloom the winter
and load a flower in your gun.

No, don't blow away
don't blow away
Bloom
with paisley peacock eyes
with flying flowers - dragonflies.
Bloom
with thunder as laughter in disguise
Bloom
No, don't blow away
don't blow away
Bid to bed the night and bid to life the noon
dawn
dawn
dawn
Bloom.

[A Will I Must Obey] [October] [Autumn's Touch] [Within] [Myself] [Unconditional Friendship] [Transformation] [The Chapel Under Construction] [Bloom] [Fingerprints]

Fingerprints

Nothing.
I felt nothing
but your warm palm
pressed tenderly against my cheek.

It was a casual touch,
your hand against my face,
a caress of afterthought
that smoothed the stony edges
of my frozen gaze.

In your hand
I was your spiny pine block,
raw and weathered,
reedy and rough,
waiting to be worked
by your craftsman's hands.

I believed I could feel
every ridge of your fingertips
as your slender digits
molded me,
hollowed my eyes,
smoothed my lips
and soothed me
like the scent of warm April rain.

Without your touch,
the color is gone.
The vivid reds and peaceful blues
are left a disturbing, powder brown
like sawdust
on your cold workshop floor.

You have touched,
so kind,
my aching face
and left your fingerprints
on my forever.

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