ENKINDLER

Dedicated to friends of mine…

What is a Wandering Rose ?

Roving Revelations

something hidden, something revealed…

Romany manifestations…

Beauty beyond our hands to create

Untouchable with thorns set firmly in place

gnarled with bugs in it’s face

Still Sweet Smell to appreciate

Red runs towards the within

Vibrant as a noon day rainbow
in a child’s sprinkler canopy

Nothing to prove
much to live for

Dangerous and free

Love and Pain dancing amongst natures wonder

another splendid created thing

born from the thoughts from which reality springs

no more bad city

or wasted emotions framed in pity

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Her

She stirs

I conjured her, I’m sure…

Her

She stirs

Her love is a blur….

Imagine a red cloud
of energy so pure
shaped magnetically with
a natural cure
placed unspoken
from lips unbroken
hands churning a spiral
heaven bound
Desires known from
destinations previously unbound
grace displaced gently in
proper measure
Wisdom from the womb confounds
such merciful treasure
guide my steps as I walk
with - her.

Thank you, for her.

For my wife Kristine

published in 2009 in December issue of

The Spinning Compass

A Wandering Rose publication

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I defy the opprobrium

You’ve devised in your cerebrum

To comprise my demise and consider me done

I resist the temptation

You’ve disguised as Light

To compromise now and flounder in delight

Would only reconcile your transmited intentions

I deny such malevolent manifestations

And generate my own transmuted inventions

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Arise like the Vampires that steal life in the night
awaken to a dream as you feel its bite
a dream within a dream
Suddenly aware of flight
lucid I begin to search
for the love I’ve lost
when I was perched
upon my haughty throne
I reach out my arms
and begin to fall
ever nearer to the Earth
hoping for a shot at rebirth
I awaken to another dream
just in time to hear the birds of morning sing
Behold you have survived another nights testing
of sequences of thought arresting
and protesting
held within the minds eye during blinding light of day
reminding me of thoughts gone astray

Art By Kristine Cummins

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Clarity does not come as a whisper kissed wish

It comes through the trauma of birth and rebirth

Invisible certainty that blankets the intentions

It is a glowing presence in warmth

It serves to measures the spaces between the cold and comfort

it battles from a distance to heed

it is the most precious gift in time of need

It arrives in layers

like layers upon layer of unstated prayers

Like a ladder

from here to where peace resides

It paves the path to a productive

progression of processing

worthy of manifesting passion

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Contemplating compartmentalization of conscious circumstantial curriculum certainly ceases from coercing calamity, so in conclusion…craving common clarity clearly circumvents catastrophe.

Courage could be the challenge if certitudes create creeds causing charismatic conviction to conclude. Consider continuing cautiously, ’cause carefully chosen changes could create chronic cheerfulness!

Change is contagious.

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I hope you won’t fade to black

too soon to see the pleasures of the past

and futures end come to birth

Eyes green as the Earth

Hardened by it’s turning

determined as a demon

to find peace amongst the yearning

lost in the belly of the Goddess

reasonably unrehearsed from the beginning

acceptance is really the only thing worth pursuing

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Feeling like going as far away

from memories that stalk me

to a place where love is velliety

Realizing my true being

and accepting the total parts of me.

Knowing who I am and want to be.

All I want is to be happy,

independent of circumstance or authority.

Enjoy the pleasure and the pain equally.

Accepting the wonderous mess of life and it’s possibilities.

In my mind,  a seedling life force green.

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In a position I somewhat chose

though my thoughts are clear

my future unknown

who knows where

I’ll land from here

on this journey

absent of fear

all I can do is be myself, by myself

stay true to me

rebirth has placed me here before

this is when I pray for that open door

counting on hope to keep me off the floor

rebounding from a life of bouncing

like a nomad

this poet’s life entrancing

to all the friends I’ve had as lovers

thank you for the time spent undercover

who can forget the weekend getaways

time away from time

that seemed to last for days

mesmerized that this life is such a mystery

full of joy and entrenched in tragedy

yet a wonder for those who care to see

dreams that take away disease

entropic memories

still moments encased perfectly

for the lessons learned and lost

fading to darkness has it’s cost

treading water through the chaos

independent and free of thought

grateful to be here in this spot

thankful I am able to pause.

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Emptied again,

drained from a mountain’s view…

Angel’s Breath escapes from Winter’s clutches

and mornings’ earliest dew

Waiting for a moment of laughter

to replace the sting of the chill

Frozen in the countenance

of my molesters will

Knowing unless I embrace every thought

it won’t ever go away…

One infinite circle

one eternal stain

an endless cycle of pain

This is the price of purchasing

an out of order brain.

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