I Am, yet I Am Not

             I.                   

My name was whispered as time was born, 

will be the last echo as it comes to an end.

Of my body, the earth took form,

The wind borrowed my breath,

my tears became seasons of rain and fire.

I am not of magic, magic is of me.

Within my soul rests the core

that engulfs the eternal sphere.

When your desire reaches for me

I will dance like a mirage

And vanish…

I am, yet I am not…

© Oct 16, 2013 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

II.

I am a god through creation,

yet I am not the God of Creation.

Letter by letter

I turn whispers to sighs

and place them in the empty spaces.

Word by word

I shape images onto parchment

and leave time lost between moments.

Page by page

I yearn to search behind the shadows

the secrets summoned by fire's glow.

the gentle whispers that beckon…

© Oct 17, 2013 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

III.

Murmurs spill the ink of passion

as I write into the night

upon wisps of desire.

Your eyes feed

on the blood of my words

like a starving vampire.

I seek not the body mortal;

it is your soul I wish

to cast upon passion’s pyre.

your heart, the wick, which ignites…

© Oct 17, 2013 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic


IV.

The dance of longing
between flame and wind
consumes life’s stage
as shadows pretend.
Illusions of need
hold the lines,
truth transforms
within love’s confines.
Love engulfs with each drop of wax
morphing tears of pain
through memory’s collapse.

rains offer, yet another, morrow

© Oct 21, 2013 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

V.

I am the beginning fog that finds
all secrets hidden within shadow,
The ending rain which falls
to expose the depth of sorrow…
There is no truth to time,
to think is to exist.
Memories trapped within each tear,
(the bloodletting of mental pain)
Shall be my crown and sceptre
When I end the war and reign.
My thousand years in a moment shall trump
your moment in a thousand years.

The sand becomes the glass…

VI.

Passion searches between
the beams of the moon
Longing to touch the remnant
of chords left out of tune…
There is no time for lies,
to think to create.
Singing birds orchestrate
the lust in harmony’s song.
All worlds stand enchanted
as time begins to unwind.
Recurring moments of "now"
strip “was” and “will” of all need

The glass needs not the sand…

VII.

The immortal elixir stirred and poured…
I drink of myself (am I not a god?)
Giving from life eternal, as I am life itself
all love returns from whence it came
Taking scripts old and new
to flow once more in endless storm.
Offering no tears of repentance
yet receiving the rains of salvation.
Cascading effect of eternity
falling forever back upon itself.
A mirror gazing into a mirror,
never to begin, never to end.

The is no reason to chaos…

VIII.

I am the light you seek in darkness
and the darkness that stains the light.
Encompassing the spectrum
there is no end, ad infinitum.
Order seeks not the offer of reason
chaos offers no reason to seek.
Of one another extremes do tend
to remain on the dance floor of thought.
I am blinded by depth of mans’ faith
yet see through the shallowness in his mind.
Greed perpetually feeds on passion
as passion attempts to purify the need.
As the dog chases his tail
the god curtails the chase.

I am, yet I am not the answer…

© Feb 18, 2014 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic
NOTE: Subtitled "The Spirit of Poetry" (in 8 parts)

Jimmy Dorsey - I Hear A Rhapsody

Beautiful song. Takes me back, so long ago, to that hillside chateau in France...where I first saw true beauty. Her elegance swaying between the music adrift the night winds captured my soul’s desire. Her lips moved so softy with words that my ears heard not, but my heart understood. All the madness in the world slipped away that night, leaving only the serenity offered by holding her in dance...

Suicide? Not today...

It has been said by many that the greatest use of our imagination is through thoughts of suicide. Many fail to embrace the unknown. Afraid of what hides under the bed, listens from behind the curtain, or lurks in the dark recesses of the closet. The imagination can lead us through those dark places, into the shadow of shadows, and on to the other side. Death is only a threshold to another life, but be not hasty to give this one up. There is no other existence like this one. A moment in chaos leads to understand the eternal realm of order.

Allow Me Entrance

I could lie and say "I love you."
But where would that lead?
To the realm that needs another lie.
I could tease and say "I want you."
That might achieve a moment of bliss
but that would fade and die in time.
I could taunt and say "I need you."
Would that open you up
for another prearranged line?

I want to know you before knowing
Speak the words without sound
Touch your darkest secret
And find that forbidden ground.

Allow me entrance and stay
in your heart's cathedral.
Show me the skies you paint
with the dreams in your soul.

Then and only then
I shall kneel before your altar
Kiss your sacred chalice
And attempt, your passion, to stir.

© Oct 13, 2013 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

MISSING

Last eve heard a tiny bird singing words to the world,

“history does not remember the things that do not happen.”

I fell into thought and lost myself to time,

let the slow dew of never fall gently from my cheek.

The stormy sea that slowly surrounded me

was alive with waves of “never to be.”

We walked; the rain not touching our souls,

We danced; our fingers never entangled,

We kissed; with no brush of lips,

We fell; without rhyme or reason,

We loved; missing its impassioned embrace,

We spoke; never making a sound,

We promised; things that were never to be.

Oh how I remember the things that never happened,

and I shall hold their memories close.

© Oct 12, 2013 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic