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The Dryad and the Wanderer (Para & Kirk Morgan collab)

Wednesday, July 14th, 2010

If you were to give words to me
What would they be?
Can they sweep us away?
From the venom’s sting
Angry
dark­est
of inks
Anguish felling
Bro­ken pens
Whis­per to me now
And with your words
Bring us to where
The beau­ti­ful poetry
yet
still
sings…

I dip my fin­gers
Into the cool stream of con­scious­ness
Your thoughts flow over mine
In a gen­tle rush.
When I raise my fin­gers
To my lips
Curi­ous words roll
And drip
To soothe fevered flesh.
A sub­tle mys­tery is born
On ancient banks
Only the sink­ing sun
Can attest
To the renewal of beauty
As our thoughts mesh
Once again.
The eter­nal stream
Surges
With omnipo­tence…
The black dis­ease of anger
Has dis­solved
Within the majes­tic tow.

And can these words whis­pered
Across the skin of pens
Lift one out of the dark­ness?
Where is this mag­i­cal stream?
In what wilder­ness
That these words drip­ping
And rolling from divine lips
Lead unto
And defend…
Upon which path
Beneath what set­ting sun,
Shall we now step?
For the heart of the ancient for­est
Is dark­ened and dis­eased
By the black anger
Vengeance cries
And echoes of words
As sword blows
Sent
O’ ancient allur­ing dryad
Silent splen­did lyri­cal entic­ing muse
Unto which tree
That roots into the elder streams
Do these words lure into?
Dare I offer my hand?
Unto celes­tial reverie
For you to lead me
Into these dreams?

Hold my gaze
The stream lies here
Hov­er­ing over the vast dis­tance
Curl­ing ques­tions
Into answers
That need no def­i­n­i­tion
Only assur­ance
In their valid­ity.
On mere thought
Sun­light invades
The dark­est wells
To bleach resent­ment.
On sheer will
The chasm opens
Upon the bril­liance of hope.
The wilder­ness
Lies here in my heart
Scarred
And trem­bling
From the night­mares
Of bat­tles
Lost
But with strength
To frolic
And splash
Once more
In the stream
If only you will be here with me…
Take my hand
Let us dream
Again
To drown all doubt.

And how may I gaze into eyes,
So far away?

The sun holds my vision
Gaze upon its splendor…

The wilder­ness is vast
The chasm is deep
The sun knows me not
For it has burned ere eons
Never near…

And how may I feel a heart
With­out one of my own
Bloody and fallen into
Its sin­gu­lar black-hole

Embrace mine
For it has always resided
In your hands
In your pos­ses­sion
In your fate
It whis­pers to you all of the ques­tions
Which my words can­not sate

And how may I touch a hand
Leagues out of reach
I have no gold
To pay the toll…

This hand rests
Idle
To suf­fer the touch
Every day
Your hand caresses
With sen­ti­ment…
Invaluable.

Gold
Has only brought cor­rup­tion
Greed
To the ancient forest’s
Stream…
Pay not
To find me

I have wan­dered o’er end­less eons
Across the fields
Through the forests
Among the stars
Over and within these dreams
Lis­ten­ing, lis­ten­ing
And yet still not know­ing
And ever find­ing the dark­est of cor­ners
Night­mare verses
Slay­ing arrows and vor­pal tongues
While wish­ing to find her thigh
Instead of a mill­stone
To lay my head upon
Yet upon these quests
I have yet to find home…
The wilder­ness is vast
The chasm is deep
This wilder­ness is vast
The chasm deep
The sun knows me not
For it has burned ere eons
Never near….
Even if the sun remem­bers
Eons before the for­est
Yet still younger than I
Bloody and fallen into
Its sin­gu­lar black-hole
Before the heart fell into
Its black-hole
And every gate­keeper
Demands its toll
And the dark-heart of the for­est
Knows not how to pay anymore

Oh wan­derer
Weary and bleak
You’ve paid
With your pre­cious soul
Until it seems
That noth­ing remains…

But I will not believe!
I will not believe
That the embers
Of your essence
Have been drenched
To extinction!

Is my heart
Not pure enough
Bright enough
Strong enough
To cap­ture your gaze?

Will the song
Of my soul
Never be beau­ti­ful enough
To play the melody
Of your existence?

Dear sweet dryad
Yours is a truly beau­ti­ful song
But there is another psalm
Which I hear ring­ing
Ever deep within
Her voice, her soul for­ever car­ried upon the kiss
Of the autumn winds
And for­ever this wanderer’s heart
Belongs to one…

As days grow long
And nights grow cold
Let this voice
Whis­per as hope
Upon the journey’s path
To enlightenment.

Embrace
This final note…
We are all one
In
The End.

©Para & Kirk Mor­gan 2010 7–14

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Hole ~Para/Oddpoet Collab~

Monday, June 21st, 2010

The hole is get­ting emp­tier
As the faces fade
Into the shad­ows of the walls.
The faces never smiled any­way…
Just stared inward
With vacant eyes
Col­lect­ing data.

Invis­i­ble ten­ta­cles
Push away the sky
Demonic hoards work grav­ity machines
And archaic machin­ery
Fueled by lust and burn­ing souls
Faces replaced by black hearts
Not deign­ing to beat
Fly­ing Iri­des­cent insects wing­less
Fall
Deeper Into the chasm

The insa­tiable void
Devours screams into silence
Just below the slow lurch­ing rhythm
Of organic cogs plead­ing
For release…
Plead­ing to the supreme mus­cle
That will never cease.

The mech­a­nisms of the hole
Have all become vis­i­ble.
Each mask of flesh
And tis­sue has dis­solved…
The pre­tense of all human issues
Has been resolved
With the clar­ity of a sin­gle glance
Inward–
Into the eye of raw pri­mor­dial reality.

Eerie calm
Amidst the howl­ing silence
Essence dis­tilled
Gran­u­lated
Await­ing deploy­ment
Shape Shift­ing shad­ows
With wands made of clouds
And aban­doned bones
Pre­pare incan­ta­tions
Ecto­plas­mic scripts float upward
Nucleotides seek­ing union amidst the pul­sat­ing mass
The Hole pre­pares for birth

All pos­si­ble data
Has been col­lected
The embryo
Weath­ered by caus­tic evil
Inten­tion­ally unpro­tected
Emits a siren’s blar­ing cry
Of liv­ing…
Of liv­ing…
The ini­tial sign
Of human life unforgiving.

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The End ~Para/Oddpoet Collab~

Tuesday, February 16th, 2010

The end rests
Lan­guid and del­i­cate
A sin­gle dan­de­lion seed
Estranged from the puff
Blown by rebel­lion
Or per­haps just nature’s course
To impreg­nate the ground
With more sun­shiny weeds



The end
It rests on my fer­tile mind
I cry for the clouds to unleash
A tor­ren­tial wrath
Imbed the seed to grow roots
But my mind remains arid
The wind stirs lightly
The dan­de­lion seed rests
Lan­guid and del­i­cate



Moments fused with hours
And time crashed
Against the shore of sen­tience
Vague­ness flashes
Thoughts whirl
Run away
Laugh­ing
Chal­leng­ing
The mote in God’s eye



The begin­ning…
I became…
Chaos fled
Fused Tachyons
Blazed
Scream­ing through the newly birthed light
I become many things
A par­ti­cle in the pri­mor­dial soup
A sin­gle cell
Need­ing mem­ory
To fill the void
Fus­ing
While incom­ple­tion raged
Become…Become…
The voice insis­tent
Demand­ing
Pulling pain
Out of beau­ties ori­fices



The end drained
The pla­centa of birth
Claw­ing for release
Upon the pure sands
Untouched by mankind
Fer­tile soil washed away
From neces­sity
Unnat­ural in the wail­ing cry
To be…
Accepted into the region
Unfit for any king or queen



Weeds grew
Bold and erect
Sup­ping upon the light
And dew as sweat upon the brow
Nature grew unpromised
And auda­cious in peel­ing the lids
From eyes refus­ing to see
The puff–
Blood­ied and alive–
There beyond obsti­nacy
In the face
Of time
In all its abhor­rence…



Then…
The music appeared
At first shy and unsteady
Yet insis­tent…
Demand­ing all take part
All share the essence of their being
Unique instru­ments… unique voices
In that choir all liv­ing things took their places
Like notes fused to alabaster parch­ment



The seed which was now more than a seed
More than what it ever could be
On its own moved to a strange grandeur
A feel­ing, a cer­tainty
That it was eter­nal
That its voice was needed
In that con­stel­la­tion of sound



The music would not stop
Could not stop
It held all things to its cadence

The music played…
And all life danced and swayed
To its rhythm



And it was…



Beau­ti­ful…


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Her Love. Her Poet. Her Warrior. ~A Susan/Oddpoet Collab~

Saturday, February 6th, 2010






col­lab­wed­die

On crisp parch­ment unfolded from within a weath­ered pouch

Deliv­ered by an unknown horse­man

His words came to her…



“Inamorata…



The dark­ness is com­plete



Through Hades lies



And Cerberus’s breath



I believe again we’ll meet…”





The vis­i­ble trem­ble in his usu­ally ele­gant cur­sive fright­ened her.…





“They



Say no man can escape his death



Yet



It’s what I seek to do



I’d travel



Long and trou­bled roads



to



lie again with you.”



Silently hot tears began to fall

They stung her cheeks

His words, now blurred through the saline and fire light

Grasp­ing the paper he once touched ever tighter

She read the words of her love, her poet, her war­rior…



“Beloved



The Stars are strange here



Their mock­ing light



Lend­ing cre­dence to the dark­ness



All



Man­ner of Demon spawn



Assault me



Whis­per­ing…



Taunt­ing…



Telling me



You are a lie



That beauty such as yours



Does not exist”



She knew this day would come

The old woman had warned her

The prophecy she denied

It now beseeched her



“It’s as if



They seek to deny you



Have me dis­avow the



The fidelity of you



I can­not



Give lie



To the truth of you”





The fire in her hearth roared

Blaz­ing with the pain in her heart

She fell to her knees

Shiv­er­ing in fear, feel­ing her loss

Despite his deter­mi­na­tion

Doubt befell her

The witch was wise

The prophecy ful­filled

But yet, he still believed…in her.



“You are the way­path



The



Road



Back to the world



Where dap­pled Sun­light



weaves webs on flow­ing streams



Where caress­ing breeze



Orches­trates the dance of leaves”





Her heart trem­bled

The locks of golden hair softly flow­ing

across her shoul­ders rever­ber­ated with her pain.

Car­ry­ing the weight of each sob and gasp…

His love was unlike any­thing she had ever known





“I can no longer suf­fer this dark­ness



I seek the light



I seek you



I recall your image in my mind



Grow­ing



Fus­ing unto itself



Explod­ing out­ward



Like a newly birthed Sun



I cast away the chains that would bind me here



Your image glows in the dark­ness



Lay­ing the crea­tures low



And I walk



Deter­mined



One step



Then another



Closer



Ever closer to you…”





She traced the last of his words with her fin­ger…





“They call me the



Heretic”





“So



be



it.…..”





Fate had found her.

Her love, her poet was gone.

Falling away like the ink from the parch­ment



“So be it.…..” She uttered.



And then there was the dip­ping in the well…



A well of ink to fill the quill of her hurt and her pain.

Once she began, the words flowed for weeks and days.

As did her tears.

Her poet was gone.



“They



Say no man can escape his death…”





“So be it.…..” She cried.



She had never writ­ten a word of verse before that day.

She only mused the beauty of the oth­ers.

But she loved his the most.

And he knew it.

She was his muse.

He was inspired.

He would cre­ate.



“I seek the light



.…I seek you”



Under the gaze of her love

He had writ­ten lines laced with col­or­ful com­plex­i­ties and mean­der­ing metaphors.

Twisted mean­ings like puz­zles with unseen keys.

They made her think.

And she smiled with delight.

And the pas­sion­ate ones, of love, were few and far between.

When they came they brought tears to her eyes and a smile to her lips.

But now, her poet was gone.



“All



Man­ner of Demon spawn



Assault me…”





“So be it.…..” She wept…



Then, in a morning’s mourn­ing, she sat at his desk, alone.

Fin­gers traced the parch­ment of his choos­ing.

Crisp and clean.

Unlike the dusty and soiled parch­ment deliv­ered in the horseman’s pouch.



“Beloved



The Stars are strange here…”



She closed her eyes and caressed her cheek with his bril­liant white quill.

Oh, how she’d watched it dance in the evening’s fire light.

Night after night as he wrote she watched it sway in his strong hands.

Spin­ning tales and lines and magic before her eyes.

She admired his mind. And loved his soul.

But now, her poet was gone, and her days turned to night.



“Whis­per­ing…



Taunt­ing…



Telling me



You are a lie”





“So be it.…..” She cursed.



Her nights were the days she wrote the most.

Line after line she found her voice.

She tried to purge her pain.

But it would not go away.

Again and again, there was the dip­ping in the well…

A well of ink to fill the quill of her hurt and her pain.





And she knew…



it was for­ever.





“I recall your image in my mind



Grow­ing



Fus­ing unto itself



Explod­ing out­ward



Like a newly birthed Sun



I cast away the chains that would bind me here



Your image glows in the dark­ness



Lay­ing the crea­tures low



And I walk



Deter­mined



One step



Then another



Closer



Ever closer to you…”





“So be it.…..”



She closed the door.



Her poet was gone…











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Winter’s Revenge (A Para/Oddpoet Collab)

Thursday, January 14th, 2010

Cold she is


Paint­ing death with icy fingers

A deft scalpel touch

Oh vicious heart

Wan­ton killer

Your caress and breath

Hound the living


She puts a fin­ger to icy lips


Shh… she hisses


Fin­ger crum­bles, tiny shards shatter

To end at elbow

Nay, the body mat­ters not

She hisses eternal

Lips caught

Frozen

Pursed in what would be

The per­fect curve

Of the per­fect kiss

Left behind as forgotten


Shhh… she attempts again


This time evil emerges

Black but­ter­flies escaping

Black thrust…


Shhhh…


All trem­ble

As black hearted Freya works the wheel of fate

Vapid breath freezes on cold steel

Pet­ri­fied love encased in muted breath

Once Blaz­ing embers

Sadly still their tired hearts


The sour breath of hibernation

Min­gle with shiv­er­ing seedlings

Spring’s promise hushed by her win­ter rag­ing heart


She halts the wars

With raised eyes

A moment’s flash

They are left behind…

To later embrace


It

Pen­e­trates deep

Seek­ing her, search­ing sleep

She flies

On the wings of black butterflies

She flies


Tire­less upon the earth’s frigid breath

Brought to breast upon death

So cold

The wind to spur flight

Warmth eter­nal

Upon the liq­uid kiss of infer­nal spring night…

None com­pare his demise.

A stat­u­ary of ice.


Gos­samer threads of silver

Fore­told in an ancient tomb

Weave webs of magic pathways

All lead­ing to that doom


The Sun’s fire

Quenched by black­ened night

As sup­pli­cants light candles

And but­ter­flies take flight


Spun of loom

Adorned of pin­na­cle flame

–For shadow–

The sil­ver hush

Escapes her time­less lips

Once more


Shhh….


Cold…

Black…

As a winter’s eve.

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The Copula (a Paracelsa/Jenn & Oddpoet Collab)

Friday, January 8th, 2010

From lips across val­leys
Val­liant nature whis­pers sub­tle fears
The ground opens in stun­ning array
To cap­ture
And devour
Each tem­pered fright­ful tear…
 
Each stalk of grain wavers lightly
Search­ing, seek­ing to steer sun­light freer
All I hear are whis­pers grow­ing nearer…

The night would hide us

Swal­low us
Whole

I hear
your whispers

Sen­su­ous pleadings

Reach­ing
Touch­ing
Grasping

I am a blind man

Search­ing

Yet your light
flashes

Thun­ders

Across the mid­night sky

I know you are near

I know you bring the dawn

Lost in the cop­ula
The dis­tance stretches so far…
The earth rears and sput­ters…
Slic­ing winds
Leave emo­tion ajar
 
And curl­ing into the hori­zon
 
The con­nec­tion strains
I can­not hold the stars
With bleed­ing fin­gers
Pull me through
To linger in the dawn
My form cries to dis­si­pate
Into long shad­ows upon the witch­ing hour
Break­ing silence
To spawn a new day
A new way to belong

The mourn­ing night fades
It’s mute pleas
Dis­si­pate
Like for­got­ten dreams

Sleep­ing Rain­bows
Awaken
Vibrant green
Bleed­ing Red
Repainted
Anew
Dawn’s Tech­ni­color palette

Orni­to­graphic refrains
Burst upon
The worlds silent man­tle
Like blind cacophony

The dis­tance con­denses
Com­busts inward
Pro­pelling one
Into one
An invis­i­ble explo­sion
Unseen
Upon the unsus­pect­ing dales
 
Once again
The earth embraces
The col­lapse
Of the cop­ula
Bril­liant
And interpersonal

Once
Again

The tapes­try
revealed

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