...of fire

Slowly she sways and seduces,
the hissing serpent of fire is subdued.
No longer able to consume by gentle caress
the flames bow and join her dance.
She enchants a thousand rhythmic tongues,
entrapped in one essence.
The elemental fire now flickers
in trance, hissssssssing…
She controls the passion
Feeds my desire at her leisure…
She is…

© Sept 27, 2013 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

NOTE: photo is random internet find

Autumn, My Doorway To Inspiration (The Falling to Winter)

As I sit beneath the ancient trees
and watch the Autumnal rain of colored leaves
gently fall upon my books
and parchment,
I feel the goodbye kiss
of the Summer
in the cooling winds.
Soon I will be hiding in shadows
from the harsh bite of Winter.
By candlelight,
I will long for the elegant dance
of beauty
between butterfly and flower
a testimony to Spring.
It is in that icy cocoon
that my mind remembers
days of youth and wonder:
The awe of chasing fireflies,
The sweet smell of baking pies.
The Eagles singing songs of life,
counting stars so high in the sky.
From my window
I will relive it all,
if only for a moment.
Then once again,
enchanted will I be
by the molded piece of wax
that accompanies me far into the night.
The flame that dances upon the wick
slowly ignites
the embers of passion
stored deep in my heart.
There, and only there,
do I find beginnings;
the creation of of a new inkwell.
What great gift of inspiration will nature offer this pass?

 Sept 27, 2013 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

NOTE: photo is a random internet find

In-sanity's Genius

My mind reaches deep into the gaseous expanse of thought. The echoes of the past flow through the now and into the future, then return to tease with fragmented motes of infinite possibility. Consciousness condenses the wisps of the forgotten into droplets of things soon remembered, causing their gentle rains of madness to slowly fall upon the roof of my sanity.

Day by day, I find this thunderous rhythm more difficult to avoid, the lulling beat of serenity within the quiet of the maelstrom of sound pulls me back into the night.

It is of this darkness, lending enchantment and life to the lights that dance across the horizons of understanding, that draws me to colors outside the lines of reason and grants me free reign in the true realm of in-sanity’s genius. Releasing the man-made constraints that contain the areas explored within the endless mental caverns of the esse, I have found a home in the wilderness of my mind.

Ahhhhh…ahahahahaha...wanna play?

                                                                
© Sept 22, 2013 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

Today's thoughts after conferring with the Red Squirrel

Good morning/afternoon/evening/night wherever you are. Blessings of peace, love, hope, inspiration, health, and prosperity.
Albert Einstein once said, "Imagination is more important than intelligence." Whether you agree or not, the importance of imagination far exceeds the need of intelligence. Granted, intelligence is needed to an extent, but the powers-that-be only allow a politically directed stream of "knowledge" to pass through our school systems. The power that has been the driving force in humanity's evolution has been the inspiration of dreams. Intelligence is learning what others have done in the past, imagination is creating your own mark for others to learn from in the future. I challenge you to not only feed your intellect, but to nurture your imagination. You never know what you might leave behind as you create that first step toward something new in the world of wonder.
And as for children in your lives; do not force your ideologies upon them. Do not hand them stars, let them learn to reach for the Heavens. Teach them to express their own understandings and desires. Teach them to live, love, and laugh. Do not chain them to existence and the mundane.
And help all humanity learn to hope and dream. Be kind.

NOTE: photo is random internet find, text is my thoughts.

ONE LOVE

Although you loved me but a moment in eternity;
know that I loved you an eternity in each moment.
You may or may not still love me,
but I will always love you.
Once you were in my heart,
you were alive forever.

Everything I write of love
is infused with a memory of you.
Your smile brought light to the darkened room.
Your laughter kept the walls from closing in.
Your whispers held loneliness at bay.
Your kisses fed the fires in my heart.
These memories guide my hand,
and offer a certain truth to my love.

You are as much a part of me
as my soul is of the great expanse.
I cannot miss you
because you are always with me.

~One love~

© Aug 18, 2013 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

I remember

I remember soaring the skies of eternal love with "her" at my side. The indescribable feeling of being ONE with another. The intoxication, yet complete awareness, of love. And then the falling. The falling. The falling. The plummet from light to darkness. The pain. The barren eternity of missing her. The torment of the soul. The agony of feeling incomplete. The questions, "Was it me? Was it her?" The temporary madness of self introspection and self destruction of sanity. The screams. The dreams. The loss of focus. And after all humanness has been burned away, the purity of the soul remains and we remember that we are more than flesh. We are spirit.

perhaps...perhaps not...

I search the winds for a trace of my Muse,
her song no longer reaches my ear.
Her whispers fails to stir the air or
offer animation to my quill.
All I possess is a memory of a memory;
now blind to the hint of her presence.
The blackness of my ink,
a shadow of a shadow,
does not lend curves to my lines.
A loss.
There are no smiles or sighs between words,
only emptiness.
Trapped in the thought of a thought,
becoming lost time’s movement.
I was in love with the idea
of being in love.
That was enough for a moment.
To keep the smallest element of hope alive,
must I believe there was a thread of reality?
Perhaps…
Perhaps not…

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