Central Market, Lancaster PA

Light from the edges, light from the ends
High, high space with ceiling fans
Keeping it all mixed up.

Aromas intertwined.
An inconceivable spice melange
Coffee punctuation.

Bustle, Jostle, make way please
Colors of crafts
Popping rice cakes

Light from the edges, light from the ends
High, high space with ceiling fans
Keeping it all mixed up.

Breakfast, lunch, dinner?
YES! Snacks too.
Coffee punctuation.

Strong Amish hands.
Some Amish boys too.
Chatting with a man in dreads, laughing together.

BYO Bags, if you please!
Smoothies, Juices
Veggies, meat.

Light from the edges, light from the ends
High, high space with ceiling fans
Keeping it all mixed up.

Coffee punctuation.

Milady's Jester

I am Milady's jester
And the author of my chains.

Her laughter forges links
About my heart.

Her loving smile the padlock
Which will surely seal my fate.

And yet...I care not for the key.

Swaddling Chains

Swaddled in these loving chains
I find it hard to move.

The links weigh down my every breath
And chafe against my skin.

Where once they gleamed they now corrode
And I am tarnished too.

Why won't I raise my fisted hand
And use the key within?

Cherished by this chainmail mask
I find it hard to see.

The links occlude my senses
and I can't tell where I've been

Where once they offered safety
they proscribe reality.

I'd like to raise my fisted  hand
and use the key within.

Chastened by this cleansing blade
I find release in pain.

The scars adorn my living flesh
as payment for my sin.

But soon the turmoil does return
and I must cut again.

I'll never raise my fisted hand
and use the key within.

Veterans Day - 11 November 2013

To all those serving and all who have served, thank you.

For all those who have paid the price of life, limb and sanity, a prayer.

May we be worthy of your sacrifice.

Reflections

Ocean stillness
Ocean rage.

Human passion
Written page.

Mercurial surface of the sea
Reflects the mind of humanity

The poets capture in their verse
What painter's pigments oft disperse.

Nature's patterns resonate
Human chaos reigns.

Inspired by the poem Ocean Bliss by Lynn Geist

http://goo.gl/lM8VBU

Time is an illusion

What is has always been
And will be forevermore

The spark is recognition
That our paths have crossed before

The knowing glance transcends
The miles and minutes in between

The illusion is the sense
That until now we've been unseen

Comfort calm and warmth comes
With the filters stripped away

A pause at the oasis
'Til we begin another day

Oh that this real communion
Stretched into all of time...

But it does.

Hacked

Bludgeoned spinal pathways
Bypassed sense of self

Broken to a "Master"
A shell and nothing else

Cast adrift and wand'ring
Of soul devoid and numb

"Master" self-styled Savior
Savoring a shell that's dumb

Spinal pathways followed
For finite eternities

Convinced Self did not matter
In the web of puppet strings.

An overheard admission
The breach in trust exposed

The fallacy is shattered
Myth? Fetid. Decomposed.

Whither will the infant?
Fullness comes in time

Credit to the "Master"?
None