May 2012
31 posts
Silence voice behold
Dreamy mind reveal
Falling leaves told
Snow can conceal
Passion sun unfold
Flowing river real
Silence will speak
If we listen
As we seek
Out endless time
~s
Fishing
It is the twilight of night, I sit alone at the edge of the silent shore. I see the silken water shimmering the reflection of the mysterious moon. The warm breeze gently whispers into my ear, and strokes the surface of the darkened waters.
In that reflection the brilliant moon trembles. I watch in fascination. Yet, reason controls rhyme. At a blink of an eye, I look up to realize the...
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Doubt Not
Through the folds of illusionary time
I see the manifestation of who-
I want to experience,
the who I want to BE.
~Its on dainty winds and frosted trees.
~Through meadows of broken fences.
~The peaceful does in the dew of spring.
~The changing wind of summer.
I see my paths, and there are many
…
Should I take the one of least resistance
fall in the catacomb of bliss?
…
...
It’s like being in the middle of a hurricane the chaos spinning in all directions And the noise beyond comprehension within the mind and into the world …and a gentle butterfly softly glides by as if you have glimpsed into another realm where the breeze is softly blowing the colorful sun catching wings through a silent melody of peace… …five minutes of that peace as seen...
Discriminate
Who would we liberate?
Who would we curse?
Who would we discriminate
And bury in the earth?
What if white was red
And black was blue?
If men birthed babies
And all women were 6’2”?
If cats were dogs
And dogs loved mice.
If cowshit instead of caviar
Was served on rice?
What if monkey invented time travel
While humans hung about?
Would Darwin have the mind to doubt?
What if in death...
Dyers Gold
Shadows engraft the furrows of her mind
In the affliction they thrive
Wild thorns and thistles entangle her soul
The Dyer paints her wings redeeming gold
Humble potions penned in penance.
~Shamanfox
See through the window of the soul
See the flickers of lightning gold
See the nightingale cry from afar
See the melody of the first star
Reach for the sunlight I am burned
Reach into the wind have I not learned?
Reach for love and feel the trap
Reach to be lost , a vain repetition map
Long for freedom to fly far away
Long for the breaking of a new day
Long for the tears of melancholy I...
Awaken now the passion
The fire the spark
Breed forth inspiration
By the presence
Of a long lost dream
Awaken the fantasy
Let the illusion grow
Awaken the poet
To express
The breath of soul
Awaken in the night
With a haunting dream
Awaken words forgotten
Let them flow
From the cavern
Of her heart
Awaken this mad passion
Let the pages fly
Inspiration allow
Her soul to bleed
...
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Languid sweet apparatus honey diamond recalling shadow worship from your water Forest pink powerless beneath a thousand roses I dream beauty with languages ~ShamanFox
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The Jedi warrior sat in the ferns gazing sky
his whispering symphony a token a relic
of that crystallized moment.
Grasping the passing shadows,
to pull the weightlessness of his being
back into conformity
The silent billows of the morning sun tickles his ears,
and the soft wind caresses his heart.
The lone pilgrim that journeys from forgotten,
the lands of the forever’s never
I am there...
There is always that one last word that must be said before the lights go down.
The mantra of the setting sun, upon these western skies, where the shadows of old west rise in the dust to dwell within the minds of their generations.
The wanton woman staring down from her balcony upon the not so gentle men with tables screeching upon rusted wood.
The tension of whiskey, and hate of money linger...
Staying in the vortex of my mind
the safety cocoon of imaginations
breathless in the universal being
finding the mirrors I project upon
are the dust of dreams wasted intentions
I play my words as a grand piano
my key strokes are the letters, the musical tones
the echo, the words I fail to express
the feeling caught in the matrix web of worldly indifference
I see an ascended master in a...
I wish I could change peoples perspective.
to see the beauty of life, and accept it as it is
I wish they could see outside themselves
into another beings heart
whether it be human, animal, or plant
I wish that I could break all the rules
all the phoney walls and boxes
that keep us from seeing one another
I wish to have a world where we all see
through the materialistic, status
where...
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10 minutes of random thoughts… I don’t suppose one expects me to be some horticulture except-specialist (bizarre en dash), using metaphoric plants and flowers like the blanket of emotions hidden in an air conditioned room. I don’t think I can visualize myself as one of the Train Conductors, burning coal instead of nervous glittery golden flakes of ridiculous. I only say ridiculous because I’m a...
She never really said all that much
She listened
Sitting upon the red floor as the sunlight danced through her hair, her eyes.
She wore citrines
She breathed the essence of raw diamonds along the riverbanks in Colorado.
Her scars visible and open, and a story to tell
That she is perfect
She is survivor
~Shamanfox
There are cool rivers through the wild rose campgrounds. A place where I spent a summer submerged in a dam of tree roots.
Where hundreds of tiny blue butterflies graced my sandals and I contemplated my failures drying in the sun.
There are waterfalls that I continue to seek a hidden cave. Perhaps if only to sleep on the dampened moss. Dream of the lover I once never knew.
There are always...
In the light of an awakening dream
the thoughts, the visions of a scheme
Once fabricated on the waves of time
to find peace in endless rhyme.
In the cloud the Eagle soars
to envision below the love and wars
Hear his harkened Eagle cry
feel the weight as his soul will die.
In the silence of an awakening dream
the thoughts, the visions of the stream
The illuminating light lost to time
by...
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Poseidon shakes my earth
Beneath the waves of time
Riding ocean waves
of ecstasy
Feeding upon my soul
My heart upon the ocean floor
Let’s us examine her, my love
Poseidon the tamer of horses
The rescuer of lost ships
The earth does tremble
And fall into your deepest sea
Enchanting me with magic
eyes lost in this dance
coral gem tokens
Promises, secrets
and the story
...
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Can I transpire through the painting
Into another story book in time
Where the white horse waits
one whose heart beats
silently in the mist.
The armor a facade
Breastplate that speaks
“I have no attachment to you”
hand covered
eyes wide open
spiritualism
Is but a thin veil
Where nothing in words
is unexplainable sound
~Shamanfox
Will my heart be enslaved in misery
full of melancholy intangible mystery
Will this desire a silent passion serene
invisible to eyes an eloquent dream
Will my soul elusive to realities life
forever pine in grief encircling strife
Will my life always be wiles expectancy
full of fury for less hesitancy
~Shamanfox
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It was upon the eastern wind
that glided into the western soul
of forgotten memories
when time was without
as the skin upon our bones
fallen leaf into raging snow storm
and I but a hand that led
across that bridge of heartbreak
when you told tales
weeping upon orange candlelights
As your roots did cease from sight
sharing memories of flying upon
your bluest sky and snow capped...
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I have transfixed the rarities of life.
The contented scorn of woes and strife.
The hideous frost of a barren prison fate.
The glory scorned to wail in honored hate.
The splendor staineth the vile streams.
A feeble homage of bloodless dreams.
It sways the watery grave of old.
An ornament of oblivious lies told.
The enmity crawls in the toil of hell.
A warrior of impregnable yarns to tell....
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A thousand poems
musical enchantment
glorious harmony
Are but the thimble
does perfection
silence the poet?
she writes away her dreams
in metaphors
and her wishes
into allegories
Did a thousand poems
write into existence
a soul mirror
Speak
and it is not the words
not the tone
It’s the feeling of home
surely this must be the end
Life flashes before eyes
death of...
Love
It grips your soul
In a painful wonderful way
Existing outside of time
no thought or reason
beyond circumstances and rules
A power that changes the universe
As inspired into the will
It sheds it’s clothing
and walks in the void
An all consuming of elements
blowing through a thousand Armies
leaving them disintegrated before
the thought was even born
It is indestructible...
It’s a hazy reflection
everywhere I look
and I hear the wise one say
“You are me”
And so I am you
But it’s hazy ya know
sometimes it’s like an
itchy wool sweater
and I just can’t figure out the
wisdom in wearing
Or the off key music
only compassion can tolerate
Sometimes it’s just so not me
I start taking off all the me
I thought I...
