Mountains and Majestic

Heaven quiet
mountains majestic made conquer the sky.
Stand tall trees align,
a straight state
a          catch in the air,
an exhale of any despair
and the drift of peace fills all

Two girls tall
in unbragged wild,
the wide applaud now paused
from the world:  the woods adored them.

Straight hearts Lord loved and nature nights
tucks them under the blanket of silent
and heart howling

A lifetime of building makes you cold mind you.

art by this guy



At evenings top
we sit and watch
the fences built
around
our houses
and hope that it will keep
the others
out.

And all the while we pray
that the police will step
in and mother
those who we have failed.

Magnolia

We, the magnolia tree
in winter walls white,
and deep:
BLOOM
We are the softest
purple pulp of sad songs
made beautiful,
over the smoothing of time.
Oceans rolled us over
in youth and
ironed all our wrinkles out
and left them floating
absent,
And while the summer young
were smiling,
we were dying.

We huddled gravely
roots cuddled us bravely,
til in the stillest night
of the whitest despair
through season's roof
we broke up through the cracks
in an unlikely pair

royal honoured display
among darkest days
magnolia magnified,
the fairest of fair.

Just some a whistlin'

art by bluealaris


A slip of a bird just whistled at me
from high in old oak tree
came from high as the city
as brave as a sailor
cussing his way through the seas:

"what pretty hips,
and what summer lips",
this was its melody.

And all the hurt stock
that long held me to dock,
were cut and I was free.

AEM July 2011

When Once I held the Sea.

Hold it Inside by SayinBayan



Inside I'm all a liquid,
a lapping and a listless sea,
and if you are to listen near
I'll wager this is what you'll likely hear:

a Howling wind, a Haunted breeze, a Dark in the noon
late quivering breeze,
a stirring deep, a changeful streak, enough to turn
your ear from me.

You see, inside I'm all a liquid,
an oft disturbed keep,
and the way that your eyes pierce
I'll not have sides to hold,
when the sea is drained to the deep.
And then like the mass I'll survive,
in the gasping half shallows of life,
where we share the common pool of remains
that once like the world held the sea.

AEM June 2011

A-Muse-less Park

Photo by Jade


I'm a showground
unripe in untrod soil,
uncoloured by the watery brights,
that drip one night
for a year of light
before they jingle away for their respite.

I'm a ground that for three long breaths,
calls for wonder under skies,
captures gasps of delight
and turns them inside out for sighs
for three whole nights a year.

I'm a sparkling park and people rush to fill me,

But generally through the long seconds that time deals with one space day space and two dead nights and fourteen beats of silence in an echo of what might be nice,

I'm a barren ground where hobos lie down
and young lovers once a month escape
to blow warm air on my cold belows.

We Built a House with Legs

We bend to fit
together
between our hardest aches
we listen for a
rhythm
while our hearts synchronate
and steady
ourselves to stand on our four legs.

We built this house
where tired heads lie.


AEM 2011