Melodies of Thine Life

One day hath passed,
This bright and blithe morning
Doth unravel.
Life,
A two-sided wonder
Twists and speaks
of great merriment and grandeur.
To ever thought
A world
Rollercoaster
Down and up
The silver slide ‘till
Death unfurls
Its wispy fingers.
Full and whiplash,
They feathers rot
Upon the horny shores of wrath.
But, awakened, thee from
Dark chambers.
Swallow up past blackness,
Wallop in stirrups set for confusion.
‘fore life doth have a grasp of us all,
Yet we may bend and break its fate
Like cherry blossoms
Breaking spindling tree-limbs
Swaddle their babes.
This morning,
Wrapping up thy hate;
Devouring thy pleasure
At the sin fold gates.
Rapture at its precious beauty.
Upside down
Reality bites at our collar bones
As we twaddle and fiddle
With strings that won’t fit,
And feelings that won’t wander.
But what to make
Of the fawning scrooge,
all delinquent with awakened furver.
Bring thy light
To haste and hot
The slow day away.
Hands reach out to say
What a bumpy ride this is,
What unfinished business
May uplay the gulping
Frights of yesterday.
Nay!
It is not the raven that watches
At home, by thy telephone wire
Nor the chirpily robins and jays
In the green trees outside.
It’s the meddled doves
Watching cue-on-cue
Until better hours
To sit upon the clock face,
And wreak havoc on the leftover space.
Two lips, quieted and resting
Until the time
Is right.
Who’s to say that waiting
Isn’t much more
Than what the devil doth thinks
in his fiery palace;
Or the angel doth thinks
in her clouds and chalice.
Closed minds doth open up
Prime new realities.
Fix the unfixable,
Wring up the unfathomable
Stir the unmixable.
For to let out the fever within
Is to set fire to the body,
And ice to the heart.
Bound by thee and thyself;
I wander.
Contemplating life
And all its woes;
Predesigning pleasures.
Wait until it drifts away…..
To nothingness—