Submissions by OyateInyanNajin
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
THIS SAD ILLUSIONS STEADY FALL (2:00 p.m., 8-14-14; Palm Springs, California)
as past
sloughs off
to dust
and ash
both more
and less
than all
it was
before
and aft
tomorrows dawn
is but
a gasp
as yet
unborn upon
the silent
dreaming wake
of this
days night
still yet
to come
tho held
at bay
here presently
by platinum
suns
bone deep ...
sloughs off
to dust
and ash
both more
and less
than all
it was
before
and aft
tomorrows dawn
is but
a gasp
as yet
unborn upon
the silent
dreaming wake
of this
days night
still yet
to come
tho held
at bay
here presently
by platinum
suns
bone deep ...
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SUNSLOVE (East Beach, Galveston Island, Texas; 6-22-2000)
the waves
in this gulf
caress my
body more
sensuously
than any
lover ever
has so why
do i still
feel so
very alone
at times here
at play
all by myself
with this
intimate sea
the balance
of warmth
wet and wind
seems to
satisfy my
human skin
just enough
as the suns
love slowly
cooks me
by degrees
sautéing me
in my senses
so joyously
surrendered
to all this ...
in this gulf
caress my
body more
sensuously
than any
lover ever
has so why
do i still
feel so
very alone
at times here
at play
all by myself
with this
intimate sea
the balance
of warmth
wet and wind
seems to
satisfy my
human skin
just enough
as the suns
love slowly
cooks me
by degrees
sautéing me
in my senses
so joyously
surrendered
to all this ...
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IN TIME IN MIND IN MADNESS LOST (4-1-89, 2:00 a.m.; San Diego, California)
and so it is
here
little is clear
yet little is all
here where tears
crawl and stars
quietly fall away
into somewhere
into nowhere
into blackness
soon enough
all fades away
in time
in mind
in madness
lost
everything in
its own way
here and beyond
where stars
are tears
and night is day
between all things
all borders fade
and here we are
laughing crying
living dying
truly all one
still yet dividing
resisting hiding
in the gray
from the fact ...
here
little is clear
yet little is all
here where tears
crawl and stars
quietly fall away
into somewhere
into nowhere
into blackness
soon enough
all fades away
in time
in mind
in madness
lost
everything in
its own way
here and beyond
where stars
are tears
and night is day
between all things
all borders fade
and here we are
laughing crying
living dying
truly all one
still yet dividing
resisting hiding
in the gray
from the fact ...
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SATURDAY MORNING DAWN (9-21-01; my 4th Spirit of the Pines Retreat, Lake Livingston, Texas)
serene dawn
quietly awakens
as soft fuzzy
peach light
gently lifts
the lingering veil
of nights diminishing
darkness
into pale blue
newness away
above the
graceful silhouette
of pine topped
rolling hills beyond
the eastern shore
across this
sleeping lake
looking up tall
pines and oaks
seem to soar
above me
backlit against
this cool
fall morning sky
the expansive
lake itself
a fluid mirror
of silver peace
reflects the light
of rising sun
so...
quietly awakens
as soft fuzzy
peach light
gently lifts
the lingering veil
of nights diminishing
darkness
into pale blue
newness away
above the
graceful silhouette
of pine topped
rolling hills beyond
the eastern shore
across this
sleeping lake
looking up tall
pines and oaks
seem to soar
above me
backlit against
this cool
fall morning sky
the expansive
lake itself
a fluid mirror
of silver peace
reflects the light
of rising sun
so...
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FAR AWAY GONE AGAIN (Puerto Vallarta, Mexico; April, 1989)
halogen lights
on dusty
cobblestones
alcohol doesnt
bring me home
it only cracks
me open wider
life and death
and rooster crows
thoughts in minds
and words off
tongues that hid
like bats
in caves today
now rise
like moths from
sun bleached bones
to lure me
off into this
tropic night
where perceptions
fly away
ever further
into deeper
...
on dusty
cobblestones
alcohol doesnt
bring me home
it only cracks
me open wider
life and death
and rooster crows
thoughts in minds
and words off
tongues that hid
like bats
in caves today
now rise
like moths from
sun bleached bones
to lure me
off into this
tropic night
where perceptions
fly away
ever further
into deeper
...
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4 Comments
THE FUTILITY OF QUESTIONING STARS (5-3-96; Galveston, Texas)
One evening, feeling particularly overwhelmed
by my sunken human condition;
too tightly wound up in this mortal coil.
I stepped out into my patio garden,
and puzzled at the proximal brightness of Venus,
so distant above, yet somehow here with me tonight.
She appeared to be watching me much more closely,
than all the other stars,
as if she were there to counsel, or console me,
out of her higher, deep spaced concern.
I could almost hear her...
by my sunken human condition;
too tightly wound up in this mortal coil.
I stepped out into my patio garden,
and puzzled at the proximal brightness of Venus,
so distant above, yet somehow here with me tonight.
She appeared to be watching me much more closely,
than all the other stars,
as if she were there to counsel, or console me,
out of her higher, deep spaced concern.
I could almost hear her...
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AFTERTHOUGHT (undated; Galveston Island, Texas)
I wonder why it is,
that when my path
is suddenly clear
and no obstacles
stand between me
and the answers I seek,
I seem more perplexed
and worried about
my good fortune,
than I am relieved
about the apparent solution
to my problems?
that when my path
is suddenly clear
and no obstacles
stand between me
and the answers I seek,
I seem more perplexed
and worried about
my good fortune,
than I am relieved
about the apparent solution
to my problems?
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CEDARCIRRUSSEEUS (3-2-2000; Galveston, Texas)
earlier today
i rode my bike
through the
soothingly
yielding shadow
of a grand
old cedar tree
whose strong
tapered trunk
and extended
dark arms of
textured bark
reach up
ever sunwards
lifting fragrant
sweet dark tiers
of dense green
canopy up into
these wide wide
open china blue
skies above
like martha
grahams
expressive arms
flung freely wild
in graceful
praise sunwards
ever reaching
a seemingly
frozen wooden
dancer caught
mid flight in
its soul deep...
i rode my bike
through the
soothingly
yielding shadow
of a grand
old cedar tree
whose strong
tapered trunk
and extended
dark arms of
textured bark
reach up
ever sunwards
lifting fragrant
sweet dark tiers
of dense green
canopy up into
these wide wide
open china blue
skies above
like martha
grahams
expressive arms
flung freely wild
in graceful
praise sunwards
ever reaching
a seemingly
frozen wooden
dancer caught
mid flight in
its soul deep...
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6 Comments
ARE YOU STILL SLEEPING? (10/1989; San Diego, California)
momentarily
contained
here in this
landscape
of hair and skin
i feed the sky
with my persistent
breath
the earth
with my life
as the sky
breathes freely
back into my
awakened being
some silent song
of ever longing
for further
completion
wherein
each moment
is dawn
within
this open
circle of
broader
seeing
i am
though fetal
consciousness
...
contained
here in this
landscape
of hair and skin
i feed the sky
with my persistent
breath
the earth
with my life
as the sky
breathes freely
back into my
awakened being
some silent song
of ever longing
for further
completion
wherein
each moment
is dawn
within
this open
circle of
broader
seeing
i am
though fetal
consciousness
...
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2 Comments
ANOTHER DAY (6-7-89, San Diego, CA; spontaneous stream of semi-autobiographical, impressionistic, free-flow-spill)
another day
usually he spits
at all the oblivious
pathological dominance
yet thinks in he at times
some gene some thing
gone bad or only
berserk perhaps
controls affects
or quirks this lad
some mutant things
strange prominence
arrives in mind
just waiting to be had
but will he take it
just look at all
this evidence
for here n resides
his confused sense
thus finds he
at such a wonder n
and so slips further
away beneath most days...
usually he spits
at all the oblivious
pathological dominance
yet thinks in he at times
some gene some thing
gone bad or only
berserk perhaps
controls affects
or quirks this lad
some mutant things
strange prominence
arrives in mind
just waiting to be had
but will he take it
just look at all
this evidence
for here n resides
his confused sense
thus finds he
at such a wonder n
and so slips further
away beneath most days...
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PEARL DIVIING (12-20-05, Sunrise; Galveston Island, Texas)
broken lines
of ink bleed out
from tip of
pen in hand
through calm
stilled mind
onto nocturnal
page again
one word
at a time
begins then ends
soon followed
by another
like thin wiry
strings of black
word pearls
though so few
ever seem
to become true jewels
yet still somehow
they come
together to gather
of their own accord
drifting up from
innermost depths
like sunken
unexpected gifts
of subliminal
buried...
of ink bleed out
from tip of
pen in hand
through calm
stilled mind
onto nocturnal
page again
one word
at a time
begins then ends
soon followed
by another
like thin wiry
strings of black
word pearls
though so few
ever seem
to become true jewels
yet still somehow
they come
together to gather
of their own accord
drifting up from
innermost depths
like sunken
unexpected gifts
of subliminal
buried...
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WINTER NIGHTS RAINY STREETS (Thinking Of You; for T.B.) (date unknown)
winter rains
falling
in the streets
have me
recalling
many old blues
daydreaming
here tonight
as i stare off
into the snaking
colored ribboned
reflections
of stop lights
go lights
and yellow caution
like sunflowers
poured into
molten streams
shimmering me
into shivers
of goose bump
chills thinking of
you lights
now as the
stream runs red
it seems as
if i am
still locked behind
the wheel here
but...
falling
in the streets
have me
recalling
many old blues
daydreaming
here tonight
as i stare off
into the snaking
colored ribboned
reflections
of stop lights
go lights
and yellow caution
like sunflowers
poured into
molten streams
shimmering me
into shivers
of goose bump
chills thinking of
you lights
now as the
stream runs red
it seems as
if i am
still locked behind
the wheel here
but...
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