Daily thoughts

Don't get me wrong. I have friends from every ethnic group, country, faith, gender, and sexual preference known to man (and perhaps a few not yet known). And I care for each of them. But I am not understanding all the hell-raising going on in Arizona over some claiming religious rights. Does this mean I can sue a Muslim that refuses to sell pork in his store? Does this mean I can sue Protestant church for not using the Koran? Does that mean I can sue the Black Panther movement for not allowing me admittance to a rally? Does that mean I can sue my neighbor for not sharing his wife? All these examples are based on beliefs. Why have beliefs at all if they are to be trampled at the whim of a few political puppets?
I remember the 70s very well. No one flaunted a label and everyone was friendly. WTH happened? We all embraced a label and stuck it on our egos and pushed our chest out to promote our egotistical way of living. I have walked through Harlem unmolested and unscathed, but if I walk through those streets with a "white pride" shirt on, I won't make it 2 blocks. Be yourself and quit promoting your ego! I don't care about your way of life as long as you don't try to push it on me. Being different is what makes us human.
All this crap is just the government stirring up derision and hate amongst the masses. This will make it much easier for them to institute their police state. Wake up and smell the sheep fodder. Walk away from the madness!

~TRANSFORMATION~

I awoke with a start

and realized how rich I truly am.

My coffers are filled

with love and hope.

My friends are my jewels and gold.

I’ve no need for trivial sparkles

that perish as quick as the sun sets.

I am still a man among men

and a king in my little room.

I dance between memories

with rabbits and ducks

and give them life

and they offer more love

than my queen

ever mustered up for show.

I now realize…

I never had what it took

to be a king

until I lost my kingdom.

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

NOTE: photo is random internet find

I Offer Life to the Words of Poetics

 

As night falls
I offer temptation
To those not easily taken
Draw closer
Into the shadows
Let me prove the depth of…

…life…

This evening…I…
Am the instrument
of creation
The giver of wings
The whisperer of…

…words…

The darkness
Settles in… I…
Reach for your soul.
Submit to my longings
Let me take you away
I offer the caress of…

…poetics…

© Dec 9, 2013 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

when I die

When I cross over,
I do not want any of you
to visit my grave.
I won't be there.
I will be alive
in the books you read,
riding the wind
that causes your hair to stir,
dancing in the flame
upon your candles,
living within the song
that brings back yesteryear.
Do not cry for me.
Celebrate my new beginning.
The caterpillar is gone,
the cocoon is empty,
the butterfly is free.
Look for me in the fields of flowers,
listen for my whispers in the wind.
Do not miss me.
I will be with you
always...
Look in your heart for that is where I will reside.

Daily thoughts

Yes, I write of love and the awe I have for the most amazing gift our Creator gave to mankind, the woman. Without the woman, there could not be life. Life manifested beauty from the essence of woman.
Many have inspired pieces from me, but the love and whispers are from a time long past. I am not extracting the splinters from the flesh of beauty, I am focusing on the fragments of beauty left on the tree.
Some say my writing invokes flirtatious behavior. Many say I play with hearts. Bah! So, I must clear the air of these matters. The only skin my hands will ever caress, from this day forward, is that of parchment. The only body my hands will hold in dance is that of my quill. The only love my heart will embrace is that of literature. The only blood I will ever spill is the ink in my well. The physical world means little to me any more. Yes, the body is a nice playground, but the soul is the cathedral I seek to wander.
My intention is not to capture your heart, because I might break it with one of my many inequities. I want none of you to feel the cold, dark emptiness of solitude...even if but for a moment. It is most hollow. My desire is to touch your soul with the wisdom and magic that have graced my life. To teach and to learn. No matter your action, reaction, or lack there of, I learn from each of you. Silence is as much of an instructor as endless conversation.
With all that being said, let us move into the future as one hope and one love of restoring harmony to our planet. Namaste.

NOTE: photo is a random internet find

I miss you...

There were good days and bad. I will remember both. I will always cherish to good times. The bad times just make the good days seem a bit more sweet. No one will ever erase the memories of you. No one will ever replace you. We were the perfect match. I regret that you failed to see this. I am sorry I could not destroy your demons, but I was busy fighting mine. I find inspiration in all things, but the beauty that guides my hand is the memory of you. Through all the damnation you cast upon me, I focused on the angel you once were. That is how I choose to remember you. The pain I have come to bear numbs the searing emptiness. It will never end. I add my cries of loneliness to the howling winds. Hear me. My tears are now one with the rains. Feel me once again as I slide down your cheek. I miss you...

© Feb 8, 2014 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

NOTE: Photo is random internet find

MY MARY IN LACE

Without form the mist falls
embracing memories from the halls
caressing this night of trees
setting to dance the ball room of leaves
wind songs offering whispered phantoms
answers to life’s unspoken questions
Sol and Luna never to know

The darkness and fires that burn within,
each morn, leave dew
on the conversation
between old gods and new.
Smooth the edges of the broken pieces
of the chalice of mankind.

As I sit in sorrow
pondering what could be
in the stead of what was,
Luna beams through the darkness of dreams.
It is here that my Mary appears in lace.
What lovely features has she;
shadows of ebony adorn ivory skin
like love etched with caressing kisses.
My apparition comes close.

I long to reach out,
but Percy’s words are adrift
quelling the fires of passion.
Desire will hide in the rain
and fall to the earth to find shelter
and flow to the seas of madness.

Oh Mary, Oh Mary
your Byron seeks not to destroy
only to gaze upon your beauty
to write of love’s sweet joy.
Attend me in lace
as my quill will dance
to attest the existence
of your gentle grace.

Concept: Nov 11, 2013
Completion © Feb 6,  2014 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

NOTE: my thoughts on what George Gordon might have written for Mary Wollstonecraft.