The Wilderness Poet meditates within his own kind of privacy within a thinking room where he creates his artistic vernacular that he feels is quite spectacular, and that treasured poem in song of "MEDITATION," still sears his soul within it's unique quietescence, it's essence within loves beautification and sanctification of years long gone by, and as I recall another time; my father strolling to and fro, the ancient violin tucked beneath his chin, and drawing with his bow the sweetest sounds, and this unique lyrical poem being indelibly interned within a young childs mind, and I in kind, supremely close to my beloved father who didn't seem to be aware of his little boy, as if lost in time as within a trance, way back when within thirties days of a Great Depression, as I listened in to a "treasure" within richness, even though we were very poor. I should if I could, but alas I can't let go I know, even though there is no significant enfant past or evidence thereof to cling to, why it's just a faded dream with no meaning, just weaning me into solitude. My fine computer midi plays~~~~~~~~ the refrain again, taking me quietly, effortlessly into the medival realms of suspenceful quietude where I must seek the past or lose the meaning of why I abide within the vision of the sweetest Shangri La, even though I know I'm auld and grey, but still peering through the stained spectacles of a once upon a time, when seized the sacred prize.+++ And now our genetics show through our children and grandchildren. Our son, the artist and writer; mister Douglas Christian Larsen of Yoder, Colorado, painted this portrait of me on his computer, and I was very moved, and I am proud of him and of what he stands for, as he too strives for Eternal themes within his noble dreams.

PURE GOLD ETCHED WITHIN THE ECLIPSE I sought butter yellow gleaming gold within my most exquisite dreams, for peaceful sleep is one magic land where Monarche butterflies fleetingly fly, and lying here with but a golden vision, as if the long night breeds it's own brand of magical mysteries within misty metaphors, and thoughts of what was I here for and where ever was she and whom could she be? The longing of dreams while I'm asleep within the deep, upon the fabled deck, under starry skies of an archaeic ship, and without a sextant or of directions it would seem, then it was when I spoke in prayer~~~~~~~~~~~~~~; and asking where she was and oh whom could she be? And the anguish of it all still is haunting me as it ever will as I recall one lonely man within a voyeuristic butterfly land beyond the sea, as if I knew too well the suspense within waiting, just before two lovers lips would entwine within the eternal eclipse of purest twenty four Karat GOLD. Walt Christian Larsen All Rights Reserved: BITS AND PIECES I knew too, that nightwinds blew, as I again travelled, unravelled within exotic jungles of latent metamorphosis, as I took the tour of supreme osmosis, and to awaken again, remembering not a thing. Good vibrations as I try to relapse, to regain access into the past where I often travel alone with poignant monotheisms of surrealism, and so I arose to face the new day, trying with difficulty to portray what my dreams could not say. Profound feelings, flickering inklings of bits and pieces, so hauntingly recalled, as 'twas the insight from another realm as I take the helm on minds seas of mystery. Walt Christian Larsen All Rights Reserved: E.R. ROOM The salty smell of doom is the busy E.R. room, and it's a game of blood, with infections of the flood within the walls, as the pale Moon soars~~~~~ across the night heavens, as if it's headed for the archipelago of the inevitable full eclipse, as wail~~~~~ of the siren cuts through the bleak opaque, spawning~~~~~ it's mysteries within moods within demented phantom demons of mephistopheleon and with pregnant metaphors. There is weeping~~~~~~ as the southern Sun sleeps tonight, obscurred beneath a planet scorned by that universe of stars, before the coming of the dawn, as the shadows reflect upon the white ambulance, arriving at the E.R. door too late, as someone very dear must eclipse before the Moon must be obscurred and so secure beyond the darkness keep. Walt Christian Larsen All Rights Reserved: CATHEDRAL UNREAL "by the way, a famous recording studio from Nashville Tennessee requested this to be written as a western song; I did not concur. As unreal as it seems within my dream, I see the turquoise sky above from the shadowy depths of the Eucalyptus forest. It seems the vast cathedral and it's ominous silence could be accompanied by reverberations from GIGANTIC organ pipes unreal. It was within that sunny seaside community of Goleta small, as found a sacred garden of tranquilities call, where millions of delightful objects of HIS creation disclosed, boggle the mind with intrinsic colors so sharply enclosed. Monarches, those princes of butterfly supreme, arrive every year as within a dream, with 'ner an absence to their port of call, unless because of greed, their historical trees do fall. We wonder how long this magic extravaganza will last within a new world growing so fast, as we long to prolong this incredible sight, as so sadly they will be gone soon unless we put up a fight. The primeval forest of trees is quite something to view, and then to see it dusted with color supreme, as if within a Shangri La it would seem, as the incredible navigators gather unto one accord, as sent to us with love from the FATHER above. Walt Christian Larsen All Rights Reserved: A THIRSTY SOUL "about my beloved father" I was but five, when first 'twas heard Meditations sweet refrain, and that magic of the ancient violin, as harmonious notes began to rain, and as I travel back with a teary eye to a more sensitive time, as I recall, it was not a diminutive segment of my nursery rhyme. Lost within trance of supreme transparency, he strolled back and forth, drawing with his bow, melodic appreciation into a baby's heart for what 'twas worth. Unto me, was the impassioned plea for a youthful heart set free, and was his parlance unto a thirsty soul, struck to muteness by my beloved fathers soliloqual role, and was my time with him to feel so ever near and nought of earth to fear. Walt Christian Larsen All Rights Reserved: SOME WISDOM FROM I sought wisdom from someone very wise~~~~~. for he was my mentor, and he emenated the strongest quietude as he seemed so very vivid true unto the inquiring soul, and so like unto a boulder he, within his supreme thoughtfulness of course, and it was with deep remorse that I saw him getting frail and close to ninety years, but still I searched within his mind for something weighty too, to adhere unto, for it seemed that the Reaper didn't mean a thing to him, as he lived just one day at a time, as if he knew all answers to life itself; my beloved mentor, whom 'twas that Patriarch unto I of Pomp and Circumstance, just showing the way, day by day, not condemning the wayward, and I know now what he was here for, before he left us forevermore. Walt Christian Larsen All Rights Reserved: ELECTRIC SMILE Beguiled~~~~~~~ by the electric smile; the jump start for a heart that 'twas once torn apart, but born again as the clouds of strife and sadness were drawn away with the light of day, or as if the veil of travail was removed to expose great happiness for two lovers whom, and how could I not help but love the beloved one with the "ELECTRIC SMILE?" Walt Christian Larsen All Rights Reserved: CONSPIRACY-PIRACY I am consumned~~~~~~~~ with feelings of doom, for I do love America too, the beautiful and so do you, but sadly so; some come unto our shores with plans of demented horror, and now we perceive the EVIL of civil aviation piracy, that consumns this nation in mourning. and what is next for ones bereft? There is a demented theme heard within the screams of perishing, as fire destroys MONOLITHIC towers where once was the AWESOME power that lies buried within the rubble, as frantic workers dig within heroic deeds. Mere words cannot describe what I felt inside as I awoke this very morning tuned into a nation in mourning! Walt Christian Larsen All Rights Reserved: TO BE LOVED 'Tis as is GOD's forgiveness as the Wildflowers empower beneath the desert Sun, and then will stun the senses so, as we go across the wilderness among the enchantment that is Heavensent. Each little article is so so delicate and unique within it's own empowerment, as vast carpets of Sunflowers are opening up to say, "hello," unto the admirers so, expressing love with a magic spree for you and me to see, and then too soon, must wither and die, as if this is natures way to say again and again, "you are loved," and then I must weep with joy. Walt Christian Larsen All Rights Reserved: BABY SEAGULLS AND WE "innocent touching" Baby Seagulls were running to and fro, as incredible longings with beautiful belongings; as we were there upon warming sands, and my youthful hands touching someone so delicate and sweet, as the great Sun felt so so good, and I looked deeply into depths of loving eyes, seeking warmth from someone only such as I, and I cannot lie, the pulse was raging, as I felt the miracle of youth and it's incredible newness and softness, as so ingulfed with bliss, as if not to miss what was going to be eternally mine, but not alone within the silken sand of a seaside land, listening to the magic of breakers washing ashore, and as I reminisce, my heart now cries for more of this, and whom could say, what magic would prevail as all was well at romantic Sandy Point. For I still can hear the muted cries of baby Seagulls and their attentive Mothers too, as if on tip toe and running to and fro. Walt Christian Larsen All Rights Reserved: MISTY BLUE I once breathed~~~~~~~~ her mystic name, and now I am not ashamed to admit that I was mesmerized, as I peered into forbidden oval eyes, that seemed to hypnotize 'neath the cold Moon, and of course I was just the fool, as if asking only for the lonely path into oblivion, and upon my way, betrayed, dismayed and so so very lucky too, to escape~~~~~~~ unscathed from her vengeful cutting sword of words. Some things seem to work out for the best, it seems~~~~~~~ as I sometimes dream upon this bed of roses so, reposing and supposing of what life with her would have dealt, as within a deck of cards? She left so soon, that I might live~~~~~~~ and to love again 'neath the new Moon, but still as the last leaf upon fallen snow, the sorrow showed through the thin veneer of one still obsessed of her caresses, and so~~~~~~~~ yes, I forgive her and will always care, for insights gained~~~~~~~ that will remain until~~~~~ the end of time. Walt Christian All Rights Reserved: BELOVED DOVE The Dove is the most sensitive, the sweetest, most trusting creature designed by GOD himself, and when the "HUNTER" sees~~~~~~~, freezes~~~~~~~, then pulls that cold cold trigger so, and wouldn't you know, there's no remorse of course, for to he, it's just a sporting creature, to be hunted to the very boundaries of extinction so, with the BELLOW of many shotgun blasts; reverberating within that kind of mind, with 'ner respect as man remains~~~~~~~ the most dangerous aspect of suspects within a world of crude, cruel and hypocritical disfunctionalisms per sey, as it's tiny offspring, wait and wait for food, and that is good? Walt Christian Larsen All Rights Reserved: DEEMED UNTO THE DAMNED I once dreamed that I was quarantined and deemed unto the damned, as some seem within these universal, intellectual, but ineffectual themes of craftsmanship callled crafted verse. Without wanton guarantees, and I am venturing again into mediocrities philosophies, as if to please no one sane except myself, and forgive me if my soul less shoes seem to be leaving only vague imprints upon the stepping stones of a narrow trail into Hell and back to no avail, as woe is one poet wanderer. Within this dream, I am but the Meadow Quail, slowly inching forward, but woe and oh, as if foewarned of the pre-ordained of naught and ought within the literary wishes of just and because. And, will it prevail, or might it nought instil that noble cause upon the causeways of betrayal so? The poetically damned indeed are nought deemed within worlds of high esteem, and oh, what can it mean as I ask, "forgive me please, for illogical verse, and please let it be for me, as I rehearse within the harmonious alimony of words, and alas I ask, "am I really deemed unto the damned?" Walt Christian Larsen All Rights Reserved: CHINA'S SCREAMS Some call it; "population control," mass murder for millions, and how bizarre 'twas the beloved minister, so sinister too, the humanistic, linguistic soul of the theologians mind, as he said, "that's wonderful," with such abandonment of and about, as without a doubt, of dreadful themes in consequences of China's tiny screams, heard round the world by the sympathetic, with only pain and eternal darkness for the pathetic little ones of obscurity. I will agree that I was slightly mesmerized, as viewed the innoculant eyes, as that wonderful young man of loves sweet causes, as he peered unblinking at I with unwavering eye, that bearded man of the gospel, who seemed like CHRIST, but spoke within unrelenting themes of death at it's efficient loss of breath. That warm hearted reverend that could cry so easily before a multitude of worshipers, and pray unto the vastness that rules the Universe, with complete disregard for life itself, had instilled within that dreadful curse of the severence of the unborn, and with his logic, theologic observation. New liberal intellectual laws seem strange, and my how times have changed, as modern man has so re-arranged what is politically correct, as helpless millions die alone, and only GOD above, their witness. Walt Christian Larsen All Rights Reserved: A LINCOLN WAS Prominent high cheekbony features; and he was a noble creature, deserving that Noble Prize indeed, but alas, that dramatic event was fifty years after the "benefactors time of need. Though to win "BIG," he was abused by a Mule, and the kick of which caved in his noble brow, and he almost died, but came back within his youth long before the truth should be known; of the GREAT EMANCIPATORS dramatic "emancipation" of the Slaves. The greatest man alive within his own time was deemed to die a martyr from the cowardly act above the stage of an old Washington DC theater, by one actor despised, and to be lain in waste, the wisest man since King Solomon was, for his 'twas that noble cause of "The Mortal Man of Sorrows." Walt Christian Larsen All Rights Reserved: FACTORY CHRISTMAS IN 1972 Rosie the Riveter was the beautiful posey, with dark black flashing spanish eyes, and of course, Christmas came, bringing yule tide cheer with enigmatic celebrations too, within the name of dear Old Santa Klaus, whom unbeknownest to those who were there and kissing so, seemed so lonely too, and wouldn't you if you were just an old geezer; the visitor from the far off Pole of snow and frigid ice? Well now, Rosie got real cozy, kissing most everyone within sight with visions of delight, and so it looked like anyone would be allright unto her within her role as the most beautiful riveter alive, and Santa Klaus up and dressed like one of those mechanics so, so he might receive a kiss or two, just like others too. Poor old man Santa wanted just one kiss, and he was sure that mrs. Santa would never know at all of his small wish at Christmas time within the confines of the aircraft factory line of willing men so young. It was Santa's turn to burn her lips with warmth, and he closed his wrinkled covered eyes and bent real low to touch a pair of red blood lips, and sadly so, to stumble~~~~~~~~~ down upon the floor, humbled too, for Rosie would have none of this, as she walked away with a smirk not born of myrth upon her fabled face, and that's when I saw that look of sadness and disgrace upon poor old Santa's face. And in case you may be wondering if I too tried to kiss her, the answer is "NO" Walt Christian Larsen All Rights Reserved: YOU'VE GOT IT ALL Have you lived in vain, and is this all there is, for t'was thought there was a far off land of Shangri La within your world somewhere, somehow? Shangri La, and you thought that you would be in awe by now, because of dreams of what would mean as you arrived within your land supreme? My beloved friends, you have it all~~~~~~~~~~~~~, even more than the fabled realms of Shangri La, if there is love within your heart along with the wealth of roguish health, shown within your eyes of two, for that's more than many know within this world filled with pain and woe, and yes, Thanksgiving is coming soon, and so give thanks for your bit of paradisio; that's known to you as Shangri La. Walt Christian Larsen All Rights Reserved: ODE OF THE TELEPHONE With Guardian Angeels; I must be the most fortunate poet within the known world, I do believe, as just not long ago, we received that telephone call from our loving son, as the Colorado storm made the line go dead, and we didn't even get a chance to say, "goodbye and we love you son," and so we went about our own business too, with naught of thought within tragedy, and what travesty, as the telephone rang again within a young mans anguish~~~~~~~~, "i've got bad news for you," he said, where now terror lay abed to reign supremely within our heads, "I've rolled the car three times on the way home tonight, it's totalled mom and dad, in fact I should be dead, but instead my back is sprained, and I have cuts and bruises too, and I think that I'll be allright." We paused to ponder the wonder of it all, and thought out loud, "thank GOD that your alive where Angels ride within the storms of life I pray." Walt Christian Larsen All Rights Reserved: I BELIEVE And OH, it would be like domino's; the deathly throes of humungous towers, the MONSTROSITY of atrophe, and sweet Josephine couldn't escape the coming catastrophy, and so the heroic seven firemen helped her slowly down the stairwell, step by cumbersome step, clear down unto the fourth floor, where she could go no more. Of course those men wanted to flee and grasp for life itself, but they stayed with the old woman named Josephine, and that's when the TERRIBLE VIBRATIONS began and with the warming rush of air, telling of dispair as one hundred floors were coming down upon them, and sure enough, the falling dust and darkness keep obscurred the screams of sweet old Josephine. Thousands died, and eight people lived within that small section of staircase, as the case of questions begin, and tell me now and why, for I do believe in miracles? Walt Christian Larsen All Rights Reserved: GUARANTEES For now and yes, it is a guess, that this very moment is real, as if the healing consumns the living with utmost zeal, for tomorrow must be borrowed quite like unto a gift, and the past is dead and gone, and that brings us back to now, for it is truly all we have with 'ner a guarantee, o can't you see? So, how is it now, that love can grow, but with 'nought of guarantee of one new tomorrow, and that faded photograph is only one simple autographed rehash of a faded past, and how can love stay real forever within humanistical endeavors? Oh now it's a mystery my friend, and it must be just a mystic wish along with fevered kissing to be enjoyed by two, whom may be forever lost within time's great theatre of miniseristical multifaceted mystical stories of those supposed. Walt Christian Larsen All Rights Reserved: BEFORE For the boy in love, plain Perth Amboy was significant too, as much as Budapest must have been, I do confess, and historic Copenhagen was my fathers haven of a Shangri La for dear old pa. Great Grandmother came from Ohio once upon a time; her indian lands of once pristine timber before she died and now lies within the embrace of Iowa, and was she of the Kiowa? I cannot deny; that my roots run ever deep for those whom sleep within that misty veil of destinies seal, as I seem to see the ancient Viking ship through the mists for those whom wish for the lore of those who've gone before. Walt Christian Larsen All Rights Reserved: ONE OF A KIND She was old, timeworn and so very wise, might seem a little strange within her old timers ways, and as of now, she would have been one hundred and twenty three if she was designed as a one of a kind, to last until the millennium and then some. I gaze with sympathetic affection within her directiion, as if trying to resurrect her image once more upon the shiny facade of an old photograph; it is her epitaph. Forty three years ago and the stroke, and she was gone thereafter, and to evoke the sweetest memories too, of one great aunt; that school marm that I shant forget until they lay me down within the cold cold ground. Walt Christian Larsen All Rights Reserved: COVERT TERROR Cold and deadly secrets of the Cold War, was what 'twas for, and I recall the sign, "QUARANTEENED," meaning, you may not enter in, and I knew of it too; that a killer virus lay therein, although the world was not aware of such and seemed to not care as much. I paused beside the forbidden door, I felt the shivers run up and down the spine, as someone lay behind the door as comatose, the fever high and bound to die within the secrecy beyond the cold waxed floor of the corridor that I tread so lightly of, and within someone's frailty of dispair and dread. I was a common PFC you see, doing my duties so within the hospital ward, and not a word, for it was Top Secrecy, and was back in the days of the fifties Cold War fears and of lethal germs at full term of Chemical Warfare Center USA. Now the veil of secrecy dies~~~~~~~ into it's own insignificance of fears resistance, and of Cold Wat years so without it's mystical pomp and circumstance as such, now with nine eleven, the world knows of us. Walt Christian Larsen All Rights Reserved

PENETRATING EYES Penetrating gaze of sharp eyes see, as way up on high, the Eagle soars~~~~~~~~~, while way down below within the darkened jungle so, the MIGHTY Lion roars~~~~~~~ out it's defiance, and it's cat eyes sees~~~~~~~ the prey, the Osprey springs~~~~~~~~~ away, it's glossy eyes bulging with insightful fright. My friends, the eyes have it and tell so well; the story for a spell, until the end of it all, and it does come down unto the end, and soon, for nothing is immortal but only within a dream it seems. Sharp eyes contemplate~~~~~~~ a womans beauty, but alas and woe, true beauty lies within and only oh, where the very wise connive, and seize their property, to propogate until their Moon has seen it's last of fallen mast, and yes I am man, but nevertheless I must cry as I reminisce. Walt Christian Larsen All Rights Reserved:

THE LOST PHOTOGRAPH I recall the haunting eyes that so long ago were accompanied by the tender sighs. She was the realization of standards I had set, and it seemed a miracle indeed that my lofty goal was met. But for a time, she was only mine, and I thought my luck would last until my dreams expanded unto an immortalo cast, but alas, for she found another whom was ready to take her from me, as if my heart to dash. 'Twas as if the Grim Reaper had incised this great beauty from my life, and then the terrible loneliness pervaded the soul with it's strife. So detached, I searched for her within others, whose eyes seemed pale, and the effort seemed useless and to no avail, for the loving arms of many a lass just didn't measure up to that lady's class. So, on and on I sang the lamenting song, that rang within my memory long; "Oh Lonesome Me," and I knew that it would take another of lofty dimension true before the empty days and nights were through. I put away the shadowy bit of paper into the dresser drawer, and pause to glance into it's misty mirror true, then notice the silver grey with harshly deep facial lines that suggest that I am through. It's then that reality dawns, and I truly see, as the present returns to me. Walt Christian Larsen All Rights Reserved: 1995

I was only a tall boy then, when the short man came to steal the prize, and I likewise sent spinning off into the myopic blues, my poor soul as if weeping too then and when I too grew into a perceptive, idealistic man. Too late and I still sought her memory, but she was gone forever as still as death itself. SO PURE, SO CLEAN The fire so pure, so clean and what can it mean? Those reflections so mysteriously portrayed~~~~~~ within darkness revealed~~~~~~~~~~ upon features, and whom can know what the future knows~~~~~~ upon the trail of no return? The embers flicker~~~~~~anew, revealing embryonic sustemic knowledge, to endure or nought, for some are caught within that web of deceitful insistences of wishful resistance as if insignificant enfant souls are encapsulated as if hidden so, although all is said perchance instead within threads of tranquility, as the flames reveal but glinted glances of sorrows shown upon the scars that no one knows more than those revealed by flames of embers so pure and clean. WCL WILTED FLOWER I must agree that I had become accustomed to the flower of youthfulness, but I must express the image of truthfulness as so perceived to be believed. It's as if I'm living within the past with my perfect eyes of deceitfulness. But the mirror cannot lie, as I die slowly without notice, as time entices I within it's unfragrant aroma of cosmic spree. I am nought alone within this vast panorama of melodrama, that metamorphosis of wilting flowers, that means there is an ending to the dilema of life as is lived and seen within a dream it might seem. VEGAS STRIP VEGAS STRIP They come like ants or turkey gobblers do unto the Strip where their stripped of their means so cleanly and easily, and so out of control, like selling soul unto the Evil so, as SODOM and GOMORRAH pales~~~~~~~~~~~~within comparison to the intrigue of fleshly need. Undulating visions~~~~~ of neon blaze will amaze within it's hypnotic craze of brilliance seen of one city's sins of a brand new millennium. Those palatial hotels are the palaces within glinted gleam of wealth untold, and is the blazing mask that obscures the ugly bile contained theirin, as within some take that jaded trip to hell and back along the Strip where strippers ply their trade and morals fade~~~~~~~~~ and where money rules and ruins for gambling fools. Towering~~~~~~~~~~, overpowering hotels are there, providing anything that dares, including wedding chapels quaintly decorated for the poor within self esteem within idealisms unrealism. Neon brightness with no forgiveness for those whom lose as come to some regarding them as used, abused and dumb. Known unto the world as "SIN CITY " too, and alas it's true, and how can GOD bless America when so many brag of the Strip as if it 'twas Heaven? Walt Christian Larsen All Rights Reserved: CLICK on Red Bar to go back to page one, or perchance you want to read more at the Starlite Theatre where I have logged over two thousand poems, click below on the starlite link. Poems by walt christian larsen CLICK just below and center this line for GUESTBOOK CLICK ON RED BAR TO LEAVE A MESSAGE: