Breathing in the RapidsBreathing in the Rapids (2006)
All that has gotten better
Seems to be my demeanor
I'm still swimming upstream
Sterile salmon spawning
Yet I have stopped fighting
Currents best left alone
I breathe the spray
Water and air
Burning and giving life
While also slowly extinguishing it.
Misty mornings come and go
In a haze of dreams and petty things
We never seem to know.
How can we? What's in store
Beyond these unreal fleeting moments
What chances for redemption we might seek
Before we see another misty morn.
So we ride the ride, pay the toll
Forsake control, catch the falling grace
Hold up the lame, strive for fame
Ever stalling the answer we must give
When dawn comes calling.
Inside a razor
Outside a Terror
An idea, a concept, a notion in error
Diving into coals
To cleanse or to dry
By and by we'll come to see the phoenix rising
Outside a maiden
Inside a crone
A nest made of ash and bone
A soooty with with liquid eyes
Is only one of her disguises, and yet
By and by those pools ripple with the laughter of mermaids
Inside a prophet
Outside a harlot
What was it? No one can recall
It was something she said
And yet her words slip like absinthe from your mind
Something you can't quite get
Your mind around and yet
What was it?
No one can recall
It was something that slipped
Like absinthe from your mind.
Neptune's LoverNeptune's Lover (2001)
Floating in a sea of
gothic dreaming, green and purple hues
grasping at the edges of my mind
in the same way you slip through my fingers
like Pele's black sand.
I float, at once serene, frustrated,
somber and devillish,
neither genie for wishing nor
stoic forbearing. I float,
among the mosses and rocks
in the moat around my cobwebbed stone heart.
If you hold very still when you float
and don't make a ripple,
you can feel the way the current pulls.
As I am pulled by the channel I slip from the tickling
of the reeds and grasses of the shoreline.
I fall into deeper water.
Pausing in eddys, catching my breath
reminding myself not to drown,
Have I reached the craggy rocks of Dover Beach
or the wind-chiseled cliffs of the mighty Pacific?
I peer at the untested waters on the horizon,
wincing with longing and hesitation,
I have thrown away my charts and maps.
My mast is broken, my sail in shreds
I go where the current pulls me,
curious and hopeful, and
Edge dancer, world shaper
Pagan, Priestess, Witch
Deram weaver, soul sweeper
Hunter, Lover, Bitch
Sky rider, depth diver
Trickster, Shaman Priest
Life giver, death dealer
Carnal, Holy, Beast.
Speaker of riddles and permutations
Breaker of archetypal molds
Universe scattered in a million pieces
Glued and broken eternally in
Infinite interactions, all forms temporary
Living dying creating compensating
A sexual creature desires something deeper
Every atom from a different source
Every Jesus, Every Jezebel,
Every Buddha and Kali
Wakes each day, drinks coffee,
Breathes a sigh and moves on.
Is it aware of the holy molecules
Latticed through sacred eye, mind, hand or heart?
Edge walker, risk taker,
Where to go from here?
All about the grieving pray for gravity
To save them from the sky's caress.
When where and who and why collide, what's to follow?
Tomorrow always becomes yesterday,
And now, as we walk within