WEBSTER'S LIST

I don't think the words exist
They've fallen off of Webster's list
To tell you how I feel

But though it's difficult to start
It's the language of my heart
Will let you know it's real

~December 26, 2012

BLESSED BE THIS BLESSED LIGHT

I had the honor of playing the reborn Sun King at the Winter Solstice ritual with Gaia's Temple, and of writing and reciting the following blessing for the new era as the Mayan Calendar turned to a new cycle...

Blessed be this blessed light
Born anew this blessed night
The pangs of labor now subside
The tears of fears can now be dried
For every pain and sorrow hence
Every joy and dalliance
Was purposeful, has taken root
In you, the seeds of promised fruit
The quick'ning of humanity
The dawning age of unity
So blessed be this era bright
Blesssed be this blessed light

~Winter Solstice 2012

GREAT LADY OF THE MOON

Great Lady of the Moon
Who walks the wild lands
Rest with me a while

And hold me in your hands

Gather round your cloak

Of velvet sable night

And hunt with me the dreams

That we will bear come Vernal light

~September 28, 2009

HOW I FEEL

Once my heart reconstitutes
After melting on the floor
And once my suddenly wobb'ly knees
Become solid once more

And when my brain regains itself
So rational thought returns
And once my stomach settles down
So it no longer churns

And when all of my senses
Finally cease to reel
That's when I will get the chance
To tell you how I feel

~July 21, 2009

I'M NOT SAYING

I'm not saying "Forever"
I'm just stating how I feel
Right here in this moment
As my every wound doth heal

I'm not saying the "L" word
And all that word implies
I'm just sitting watching my heart
Soaring through the skies

The "L" word and "Forever"
May elude me at this time
But with you here, this moment
Is complete enough to rhyme.

~July 28, 2009

I ALWAYS COME BACK TO YOU

It seems like it's been years now
Since I got to hold your hand
My knees are quivering
Don't know if I can stand

But I'm standing here now
It matters not what I went through
Because I realize
I always come back to you

I can not speak a word because
You take my breath away
Besides, my eyes are talking
So there's nothing more to say

Though I hope the tears don't block
The message getting through
. . .
I always come back to you

~June 6, 2012

Mighty Paul

I wrote this poem as part of a comic I drew where my characters went on an epic quest for the "Lost Lands" of Minnesota where the Minnesota Gods, including the legendary Paul Bunyan, live.  The first image below is the page preceeding the poem, to help set the poem into context.




















































In ancient days there was a time
When mountains were observed to climb
Beyond the point where birds could fly
Into the Minnesota sky.

The weight of this mountain terrain
Made Earth to groan beneath the strain
And so rose up the Devas' call:
"Your mother needs you mighty Paul!"

So to Minnesota went
The axe-wielding titanic gent
Whose double blades could make to fall
The greatest mountains, short or tall.

The earth's Devas were heard to sing
With every single labrys swing
Which levelled mountains, peaks and all
For mighty Babe the Blue to haul
Dispersing well the cause of pain
So Mother Earth could breathe again.

Where mountains' weight had left a dent
The flow of glacial waters went
To ease the sores of Mother's skin
So healing there could well begin.

And where the ox's litter passed,
Filled up with boulders Paul had cast,
Back and forth the earth was smoothed,
Thus by massage her aches were soothed

And there the prairie grasses grew
By hand of garden Devas who,
To form against the sun a shield,
Plant vast arrays of flowered field.

And so healing was brought to all
By Earth's guardian, mighty Paul
Whose deeds were nothing short of grand
And shaped the Minnesota land.