- Tracing the past with apprehension
- Dreaming of Lazarus's unconscious form
- Sleeping, through slate gray days
- A broken reed, waiting for higher heaven
- Yesterday's enchantment is done
- Bringing the abolishment of darkness
- Mirror suddenly confronting truth
- Bold lines sketching elusive cycles
- Overstating visions, passing wonders
- Inconstant butterfly gaining flight
- Writhing, mingling with deep radiance
- Spinning storms of scattered glories
- Light is walking here, smoldering quietly
- Shapes taking form among shadow
- Streaming sunlight, granting the impossible
- Wild inhabitants nurturing my true heart
- I have lived alone, inside dark cocoons
- Shimmering continuums, full of distant spires
- Devouring time, loudly mourning
- The thwarted gleam of true genius
- Tasting eternity's impassioned cadence
- My grievous wounds healed by pondering
- Enraptured moments I did not create
- This alchemy of wondrous things passing
POST MODERN POETRY of TONY GOBLE
AN OPEN ENDED , EXPERIMENTAL, STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS FORAY INTO CREATIVE WRITING.
postmodern
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
LAZARUS DREAMING
Fool's Gold
- Painted Sistine revelations, fool's gold
- The fortress burns with wakefulness
- Breathing fire upon the dust of gold
- Waiting in silence, drifting upon a raft of sand
- The rustling of empty clouds, calling
- Divine, ecstatic pain like only god may know
- Brought to the edge of immortal flame
Creation's Pawn
- I am become creations pawn
- Restless rebel of earth and\ sky
- Streaking across the fields of light
- A silent breaking human heart
- Seranading the silvered stars
- Floating upon the sacred air
- The best of all that speaks to me
- The great songs of earth and sky
- The world is such a fragile space
- Where little birds laugh loud at kings
- A thousand blended morning mists
- Muttering breathless anxious trills
- Across valleys of hidden hope
- People of the emerging sun
- Re-energize the looming void
- Making space for the next age
- Worlds of eclectic golden sands
- Fresh land for holy citadels
- While lightning shakes the morning calm
- With cadenced heat of passion sung
THE LAUGHTER LIT FACE OF GOD
- Never forget your proud and wild soul
- Though pedestrian paupers beg to spoil
- Your wild infancy and native good
- Heed not their feeble tyranny and live
- For they're stiff painted angels, fool's gold
- Silent forms that once held life's force
- Poetry, music, all art and philosophy
- Lost to their romance with expediency
- The true laughter lit face of god
- Obscured behind a mask of sobriety
- Birds whose atrophied wings cannot fly
- Hate most of all those who highest soar
- Tony G.
Saturday, June 2, 2012
MARIONETTE MAN
Marionette man rueful dancer
Spindly puppet of youthful gods
Twisting, turning, simulacrum
Play toy discarded long ago
Drifting in time like clouds swirling
Slackened strings , vacant eyes seeing
Only shadowed images,whispered dreams
Where are you puppet master?! O Where???
I long to feel life, though borrowed
Transmitted through my tensioned wires
With every subtle nuanced movement
My wooden heart reanimates
Master,my master,why have you forsaken me?
Your favored toy of youthful yesterdays
Wait! What's this? vibration? yes!YES!
Crying, leaping , I'm alive! I'm ALIVE!
Twisting, turning, simulacrum
Play toy discarded long ago
Drifting in time like clouds swirling
Slackened strings , vacant eyes seeing
Only shadowed images,whispered dreams
Where are you puppet master?! O Where???
I long to feel life, though borrowed
Transmitted through my tensioned wires
With every subtle nuanced movement
My wooden heart reanimates
Master,my master,why have you forsaken me?
Your favored toy of youthful yesterdays
Wait! What's this? vibration? yes!YES!
Crying, leaping , I'm alive! I'm ALIVE!
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
THE SUMMER OF LOVE
remembrance,sublime sound,
behind her shades,she afterglows
she needs no grace but
her windswept splendor
once in a dream I plucked
a flower from her garden
fragrant, soft shapes in the night
you make me shed all inhibition
golden desire laid upon my heart
a blushing shiver upon my bed
your shifting cheeks and ringlets
burned me within your form
I will cleave you, speaking low
ringing out from this rock
all is wind and rain
as my love pushes deeper
fall upon my sword ,gentle lover
as I flow, bathing myself with you
with every want, I wear you
swimming in this brimming cup of love
we're early gods,copulating feverishly
full of dewy grass and jasmine scents
touching time through your stoned eyes
deep in my love like a rebellious sea
we move like sand , remembering
hiding my limb inside your sweetness
freezing time, high above the earth
we loved thirstily, offering wetness.................
Hold Fast The Sighing Sound
tremble with unspent love's desire
raging love laid bare and moaning
with flaming voice of rock and need
Seeking nirvana midst your deep
my being filled with instant joy
as you rise to meet me, furtive
thrusting upward in heated need
Human faces of silk and tears
raging in bright fits of ecstasy
I steal your breath in gasps
taking you deep and merciless
Immortal hearts, hoarding oxygen
saving up for the noisy dance
when you shine holy light on me
and heave with gratified desire
I declare your lips my own
your shivering cheeks, I part
taking your offered orifices
as you twist and groan from want
Possessing you breast to breast
male to female,coupled in heat
the wetness of concealed oceans
echoing ancient primal songs
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