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the slightest sense of tyranny
A lake reaches east, south, west, north
Tiny shaped apex waves
all opposites
emotion demanded
work is a place of confusion when duties blur
storms fury in time's space without demure
presence, yellow roses, friendship
a white rose for your peace
a dictionary layered in Latin, French, Italian
and conquered English
fringes gold light kissing dreams
woke late again clock deems
good reasons, poor excuses
standing in the midst
roma, open my heart
make room for the passion to spill
into the tiber
river passages eternal
battle formation
yet the chest breathes peace
every element exists
one breath known per moment
escaper, nomad, walker, watcher
intellectual soul gathered traveling wind
the presence
a dark moonlight engulfed by purple-haze reflections
earth dances, an axis of whit
no more timid choices
fierce
place the message perfectly without regret
let the ax fall into our path
a cool exchange for tyranny's rejection.
j.d.s.
august 16-18, 2007
a dearly loved sister
why was the female
name removed from
Philadelphia in America?
capable destiny
life has been a delicate
mastermind of falling
leaves.
power lines cut views
trees limbs too
sing, sing, sing
wild horse
turnpike.
Hours
A trip to the bank and market
turns into a fast food plight
personal decisions
taken subjectively
by others
take money
the greatest lie on earth
Or in place
Remember fires
harness, a wheel
the circle
trees circumference
dangled down all
memory, in
returns end.
Looking
Many times,
A thousand attempts in rhyme
But how can words measure love?
A rainbow pierced by heaven?
Today's mannerisms while thoughts linger
Days loved ones fell, murder, many good-byes
spoken only in mind
Yet epitome passes in line
Day break
Summer afternoon
Fan whispering small waves in the room
heart brought open from chest
where a bottle of pain
holds grief far away.
reflection
Twilight has broken my heart
Last night a wind
consumed the forest of my childhood
cruel shadows capture the destruction
in lingering moments
As time brings spaces miles deep
the rays of sky, moon, sunlight and twilight
shutter deep blades, memory's broken clay,
into my heart
language laughs
are there not words, I reply,
outward nature's destruction
While an earth cycle from this continent
Bulldozers came, effaced
valleys, hills, forests,
darkness
too was raped
replaced by traffic lights
development ordinances
overseen by small municipalities in the commonwealth
an honest sky
remembers
earth's absent awe
rain pours
disappears
opened by thinly stapled houses, that ate peace
and the forest?
sealed in blue lines
shaped by communication
twilight has broken my heart,
as night pours the remembrance
upon me.
Lunch break
Today cracks open rain blankets.
Tears mixed with sunlight
birds sing beneath
panthers as day nears
noon.
The room becomes a blue
forest in moonlight.
what is left?
nothing, and yet
everything by
midday afternoon.
Monday, man deranged
in the dark
shadows
one child torrid
split open
to incubus
white, gray walls
but ubiquitous
placid oceans
move another child
butterflies, a flora plethora,
orchids
made from ingenuous
hands
what was left
after all?
in the morning
embrace the smallest places
lithe, delicate leaves scantily dripping water
from last nights dream and evermore.
embrace the smallest places
dangerous child in the field
walks barefoot on broken corn stalks
lightning strikes
encompassed by the shear magnitude
thunder cracking darkness and deep
embrace small places
white waves creasing the rippling creek
two cardinals slipping into blue space
embrace the smallest places
in the morning light
before corporate incubus.
Revelation
a dream askew
the whole world and you
following on mountainous summit
a feather from an extinct race
this is a beautiful and dangerous
place
long stretching city
pale gray shadows
good-bye, temporal acquaintances;
To an eternity with true love.
freedom moves in circles
when your strong
enough, social
norms don't matter.
a writer needs
ten thousand languages to
communicate the diversity
an adult must reach
in order to claim victory.
the road must be
paved continually
or nature will
crack open the
asphalt for trees
to spring.
Years of suffrage
make strong
women
she who does not
seek to control
others, is true
master of her
own universe
You're strong enough.
Social norms don't matter.
years of so-called
complicity
influence
cold justice
a graphic river
then terror arrives
ringing the phone
you answer it, listen
and hear
He held a job, but it doesn't
define the passion
that wakes him before dawn.
One degree of a perfect
whole
the experience
together, Life leading Soul.
and though a meeting held
may be an unofficial false claim
the earth breaks open wickedness.
What will you remember?
Thick woods
How thick do the woods
Grow?
How thick do the woods
Grow in the dense
Thought of man?
Where the woods are
The sun is too.
Nature breathes,
Still, not of man
But of roots & leaves
How dense are these woods?
beautiful barren trees
Thick, dense woods
How thick do the woods
Grow? Deep,
Far from the ocean
High on the hill.
bark, limbs, silver in color
thick trees, cut by light
or cut by the machines
full of reasons, man
blue skies pour pale snow
onto the asphalt, through the bend
a wild horse
the photographer watching only
How thick do the woods
Grow in this dense
Place of man?
Peace is spiritual
War on tv
warfare in the media
War resting on the ballot
confrontation going on screens
This is a good world.
without center battle deep in chaos
War in "real estate...
...slaughter in" bankruptcy
Bellicose in social class
Massacre between first and last
War at threads
Duel under the bottom of my shoes.
War studying for the American exam
Strife passing or failing but more so the feeling of not caring
War standard
Holocaust or the Golden Rule?
War calling, calling, calling,
Death the few pieces of debt remaining
War glorification from Caesar's day till these 12 months anew
Still affray how little governments to their soldiers pay
Not much has changed that way over 2,000 years a day.
War the differences between hip-hop and gangster rap
Confrontation
War a small town called West Grove
Encounter politicians and political gain
War climb the ladder it's all the same
Wizard unless you refuse to jump on that train
This is a good world.
Peace for reason unknown, alien to material creeds
Warless manifesto by a dreamer's spiritual pragmatist
Tranquil long walks
Mild-mannered-isms. gold arcs, an oak presence in children
Peace for the beatitudes
Gentle for wisdom.
for friendship, peace.
End war on behalf of the beloved
Peace for angels
Untroubled in favor of the unspoken.
Peace for oceans, and earth.
Warless for poetic song, prayer and conversation
Peace for the freedom fighters of knowledge. Love.
The freedom fighters of charity, the red birds of compassion, and a flag carried by children who are people singing, "Call us people!" Children
with wings over the oceans carrying banners in languages singing: dignity, liberty and the moral standard of humanity.
Peace the spiritual bond, the spiritual breed
The cloud beyond universe, within earth, sky and sea...
yet drifting, lifting
Healing life through
Peace. Infinity's spiritual presence in you.
This is a good world.
j.d.s.
Poetic Ocean
Poetry is a great love of language,
through crafting a message from
the soul to the page.
Poetry is a form of
communication, creativity and art.
Poetry is a kind friend.
Poetry is water.
Ever changing experimental
courage.
Poetry is an Ocean of Love
With chilling calls against madness.
RITZ
changing plans,
a purse with a small
gun
dense breeze
pulling in
fabric over sun
lover over year
rain passing
across summer heat
a new moon
began today
film verse eyes
stories, train-
wrecks, escaping
Katrina- one year later
"today the words come home
water gently melts stone
the world cries alone
war I do not own
still nothing or chance?
the grass left or a dance?
wind spilling rose winged butterflies
a dragonfly in the deep blue dream
genocide the new word for old blood
warfare this new age cut open
cement openings the nature
offers to take back pluto
no more lying politicians
stealing from widows
climbing up the ladder
a fireman
burning building
five stories up
a child
reads.
long rolling waves rumble
the thunder hill pattern
lightning struck into the eye
there is something gold
gusts of wind
a silly volunteer
rome on the tube
a long drain
golf on the green
sewage spray fields destroying water wells
a baby calf in a metal cage under the August sun
we are water, animals are meant to be free.
nature can take everything back
that is why they have to trim her
down, tame her, round
the woman has a stand
what? mr. man?
politician, you fear rebellion.
you don't understand
this is the land where revolutionaries sounded went
pull it apart
the long cold dark sent
katrina, today
still as far away as aspen
somehow as close
as home
the eagle deep
in the sky."
-j.d.s.-
Out-of-town
I'm standing here.
Waiting for this great
Big change to occur
It doesn't
It is the little
Changes.
The summer wind
Evening under the sun
I'm searching for something
else
a place in the pavement
yellow bird racing before
morning
instead of ownership,
acceptance,
strength.
There's a whole hybrid
Change, intrigue
Passion.
There are thieves,
liars, lawyers,
presidents
There is a wall
Between people,
made of silence
shadow, glass
There are thirty
fountains,
in twenty minutes
the light will sparkle
against the night.
it's about to rain.
the show will go on
I will forget my rage.
There is beauty,
Expand the banded mind-set
Open the wings of the universe
Reach forward.
Gather to the places where
the bees, clovers, birds
trees are.
summer,
The air condition is a dam
fool thing for the young.
Now I'm 25, plus the
nine months in the womb.
10 steps forward, he said.
Species of birds singing.
Hallelujah
Hot, closed sunlight
Blue clouds shining into rivers
blue wind
Concord whispering movements,
dancing mystic summer
cloud shadows across young butterflies.
A crowd gathered to
witness the re-enact-ment
one true idea
freedom day, say, sway
the declaration of independence.
July 8, 2006.
Shout loud.
Read strong.
Don't witness Thanksgiving months later
hold the abundance of grace
but walk away from ignoring
9 in every 10 silent Native Americans on earth.
jds
"T"
What are cycles
around earth
from the moons
perceptive
have to do
with longing?
Old City
sweating
summer
pouring over Philadelphia, in buckets, secrets
I'm at a corner nearly
or is this the cross
roads?
Whale juice.
a Russian child learning
English.
Everything. Nothing. A street.
Summer's cold dark shadow.
Transformation.
WAR PAPER
No more
War
Blood baths paved in riches boredom.
Tired ego, pulling
out pieces,
laughter and lions
This whole world is crazy
Beautiful images fly
the color of light
into a sand building
doves emerge from the window
against a sky-colored back
now, painter
ocean full of Iran
the freest person in the world
after all, isn't you?
tired ego, pulling
"america, america, the beautiful"
good tones make ice melodies
but the red flag doesn't mean
we're living
9/11 again, I promise.
promise
no more war.
warned to not cry, refugees,
non-understanding
false call of kings age, of kinds
no more war
I'm bored.
to be here anymore
is a bore with war
this whole, crazy world
one million starved
run Sudanese
crazy times, families,
match sticks with tear drops. People.
blue tides
THE BODY BAG
NOT YOU
A NEW ISLAND
YOUR MEMORY
I LOVE YOU
THE QUIET SEA SAYS
Near Haiti
I am at the sea
The deep dark sea
Looking at the water,
Towards Italy, America,
Costa Rica,
Watching a lady walk up
the beach;
Smiling at the local dogs
protectors
Thinking of New York
th distance
churning, turning, yearning
for presence, sunlight, breeze
finding the search
rested,
feed air, breaths full of song.
in the horizon, a
vast length of
ocean and sky
one dog sits by
us, the child dog plays
in the water, and
shakes, runs,
moves towards
the palm tree forest,
out of the clear, pale
blue.
In north america,
the atlantic ocean
is dark
beautiful, dark,
cold.
NOTES
Hatred is a sickness, error.
Love is the real Spirit.
Love is God .
j.d.s. April 3
Rose
Countess, a poetization booklet
Destroyed the sockets
once your eyes blinked
note the removal
what is to be done?
a shark across the knife of time
sounds roar
the distance messaging, leaving
its trail
the gray, white, gold
oak tree of the breast
fingers alternating Life, Spirit
pours out words
hoping meaning shall
never assume
purpose.
happening
there's a bimbo on tv
she buys fifty new dresses a day
in new orleans the government
has set up katrina rules since Sep 11
come to the foundation and build from the
rock hope, justice, truth and courage
rich buy dresses others reckon to
make food for their children
letters from you mean everything
maybe less because they've never come
trespass on the gold facade of franklin,
raindrops recording history made in philly
January 15 thousands volunteered
while rich girls bought their dresses for the after-party
do not regret... be of passion
people have a right to tell a truth & be that
truth & live that truth
great storms are like great loves
we must rise to meet them
indigenous liberty, the family cried
for you last night
we were all searching.
j. d. s.
1.18.06
The loneliness of crowds
A pierced face, with
flowers
A word unable to
be brought forth
Memory trespass
Error lied.
Full knowledge, mind
Bod-day
Form the invisible
fountain with water.
j.d.s
1-1-06
piano, love
no more shall
the cloud
confuse
the pale need to be
j.d.s.
12.31.05
a poem about the end and a new Time of Trust
it doesn't matter if a mountain comes
the shadows of memory is also a moved thing
tiny reflections of red light
lift the years until they become centuries of intersecting ideas
or ugliness
but beauty
is the sound of your voice friend
there has never been hate in your eyes
"love is reflected in love"
Therefore I have never seen hate in your eyes
For I feel not confusion
I feel certain.
The world has been a polar capital in the ice age of change
the mountains can be moved, they, like emotion, will be eroded by water.
In a gray world, with dark overtones
There is a deep place, where water goes
After the flowing of centuries, has
evaporated erosion and become
the sea salt a mirror reflects
without knowledge of the sky
But I am a blue sky
Tangible stones, burnt down and
recognized by the broken deer
and healed poet,
a falcon embraces its doom
a risen phoenix loving gray loom
bright yellow change
the growth, love, flame your memory, your garden
the slash of my hand
In heaven, the doves were pigeons but always
rain clouds.
I am a blue sky, whiten by the waves of oceans,
Alive this time.
Yet not of space,
I feel better,
with Spirit
and with song.
The clearness of my being is also black ink.
I don't have a secret spell or a normal
projective re-cord for the future.
This now is my reflection
Beyond human frailty
blue sky
Omnipresent Spirit
Life.
j.d.s.12-26-05
conscious water beings
Fearless without fear.
Song without words.
Love without body.
Choice without gender.</
