EVOLUTIONARY TIP FOR THE DAY

 After 30+ years, I have finally given in and realized that breathing coconut flakes is NOT in the evolutionary curve for mankind. Choking still occurs. I will continue to try and find alternate things to breathe, but think good ol' air is still the best bet. Below is the chemical composition of air, and I see it does not contain coconut flakes or any other food particle that I frequently attempt to breathe. I have realized that scientific discovery is not my forte.

TRACES OF CHILDHOOD

Long ago, you were the girl in my dream
I was a boy with simple sights
Sticks, stones, and my inkwell…

Picked my feet up off the floor
To keep out of reach of the dark
Closed my eyes to chase away fears…

…and ran to you…

The passing of time has changed the fantasy
Now you are in my nights
Nothing can bite or rake a nail…

Turn to face the closing door
Let the tears cleanse my heart
Close my eyes to yesteryears…

…and run to you…

All I’ve left is my ink and quill…

I left behind traces of marbles and balls,
yet carry their essence in my jean pocket…
I still dream of walking on the moon,
and of being the “man inside the rocket.”

Scissors, strings, and glue are lost to time…

I no longer focus on “if,” I prefer “will,”
the smooth flowing ink takes me to you.
Reaching though time and space for a dance,
I gaze into your eyes across the blue.

I have yet to find a part of you that isn’t special to me.
Your feet dance across the world and brought you near.
Your hands tell a story as our fingers search in yearning.
Your smile warms my heart after years of winter’s calling.
Your eyes burn with the passion I have never known.
Your heart beats and calls out for my sacred rhythm.
Your body sways in passion and beckons my touch.
I praise the Creator for a treasure such as you.

I drop my traces of childhood fears…
…and run to you…

© Jan 11, 2013 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

NOTE: for my WW II girl in from the hillside chateau, my Tyrian queen, My Muse...one day we will dance...
PHOTO: random internet find

MORE SHADOW THAN DETAIL

Darkness engulfs my world.
Bodies from Heaven eerily illuminate.
Shadows blur into the lines;
vagueness bows unto detail…
Feelings bleed from sound
and wash over me…
Reviving…
Forgiving…
Cleansing…
Believing…
Slowly I hear the rising
of soft whis’pring winds…
As life itself began,
so a haunting voice enters,
and ensconces all in audience.
As sight is given to life
I fall into the arms of awe…
The majestic figure rises
between the columns that hold the heavens.
Cloaked behind obscurity’s veil,
yet displaying wings of crystal…
My angel steps from the night
and into my lucent world.

© Dec 6, 2013 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

PHOTO: courtesy of PaM
NOTE: all thanks to my inspiration.

SHADOWS CALLING

I’ve denied reality and found shadows a physical barrier…
I hope if I close my eyes you might appear…
Love is tangible to an open heart, and also to shut eyes…

You are in my heart, yet just out of sight’s reach…
The elasticity between the dark and light binds my hands…
The static between your soul and mine, lights the night skies…

The curtains dance around you, silky and smooth…
Like caressing fingers, liquid from the moon…
Torment burns my mind from half a world away…

Passion’s fires ebb and flow deep within my being…
Last night’s whisper of, “yesssss…come to me…”
Echoes trust in this world of decay…

The veil of evening keeps sound the secrets…
As tears fall quiet in the folds of the gloom…
But my essence hears them as they plunge to a silent pool…

Collect your memories in my cosmic lachrymatory…
Let me offer them before the ancient ones…
Proof of a queen’s love for a hopeless fool…

© Dec 5, 2013 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

NOTE: photo courtesy of PaM

WHERE IS LOVE FOUND?

The ancients scripts of sages left no clues...
...to calm a heart touched by the breath of an angel...
...no warning whispered into winds of tomorrow...
...to prepare the coming of such love.

The label was peeled from the alchemist's bottle...
...the masses afraid of taking a chance...
...refusing a sip of chance without safety...
...you and I have thrown such caution to the winds.

The wise-men gather under cover of darkness...
...and seek the key to our elixir of love...
...they will not find the answers in books...
...true love is found in the forgotten corners of the heart.

© Jan  5, 2013 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

TRAPPED BETWEEN DUSK AND DAWN

The great spinning wheel
takes us round thru dark and light.
Moving thru emotions;
breathing the winds of day gone past

Thoughts cast weaving fingers,
yet nothing when we seek to touch.
Faith depends on depth of hope;
hollow or solid, both will shadows cast.

Promises offered to the sky
in hope of gifts returned
Do not renege on the heart’s needs,
and embrace the flesh of wants.

Oh ye of little faith,
Drop your dime-store hymnal.
Forgiveness comes from deep within,
not from shallow sacred water fonts.

Don’t set your eyes on a false horizon
and hope for a sunrise of salvation.
Wake yourself from illusions of hate,
dispel the fog from the mirrors of “if.”

Icy hands of reality reach up to grab
the vanishing treasure chest of love.
Release your misguided destination,
toward becoming the whipping boy of life.

Disrobe yourself of the mantle of despair,
don the rays of truth and trust.
The miser of souls glides thru time
sowing seeds of dissension within the glass.

If you become a frustrated god,
all you touch will turn to fool’s gold.
Return the fallacy of no return,
accept creation as a perfect canvas.

© Jan  5, 2013 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

Zombie Apocalypse

This is what I see when I look through neighborhoods and in city streets. Bicycles abandoned for computers. Life exchanged for virtual vortices. Children's laughter no longer fills our streets, but their screams fill the halls of our schools as they are slaughtered. It is time to stop the conditioning of violence through mainstream media and halt the infiltration of evil into our homes by via World of Warcraft and such. Unplug your virtual child and let them live. Being attached to a machine 24 hours a day is for someone in the hospital that has no control over bodily functions, not a child that has a whole life in front of them. The Zombie Apocalypse began when we allowed out children to believe that existence depends upon the ability to navigate the internet and drive fasts cars, be a pimp with hos, and shoot police officers. That is a mindset created by the state to breed a future generation of criminals. Unless you wish your child to perish in the streets or behind the walls of a penal institution, get them outside on bicycles and chasing fireflies and butterflies.



 NOTE: photo courtesy of  Sophie Sadovskaya