Ramblings and Paintings of a Mystic Wanderer

Alove..

In the beginning…

your words

black and white

tinged

with feelings I knew..

poured over…

cherished…until

one day

color

entered their arrangement

painted my heart

opened its rusty iron gate

thawed frozen tears

brought me back….

in living colors of love

now

in the end…

your words color me…

ALOVE

Posted November 27, 2010 by oshum 

The saddest goodbye.

In  love…

the saddest goodbye

is always the one

without hope of ever seeing

the light of togetherness again

the one that tears and frays the heart

drips the blood of yearning

slowly down..

pooling ..

at the foot of desire

still.. wanting to nurse

the last drops of remembrance

before the light of passion dies.    

Posted November 27, 2010 by oshum 

Is it frozen?

Is it frozen

that  stream of time long past

peculiar to each one of us

or is it

fluid still

rising in emotional tide

of memories review

ebbing at the pull of youths days gone by

surging in a swell of sweet love.. gone long ago

does it move in quantum time rivulets

imperceptibly..  flooding  future  pasts

streaming our life in currents of was  or will be

does it rush to and fro

between now and then

dammed up at the borderline of Now

or is it

frozen like a winter pond????

Posted November 25, 2010 by oshum 

Today..

Today

a sleepy, late November morn

grey blue sky

replaced the canvas

dark of night

when all was black

 in fuzzy clouds

windblown…starless

blue moonless

and

then

the  sun rose

in bluish haze

golden shimmered

haloed  silverblue

the brush of boldness

colored my sky

and the wind  whistled

snowy tunes

at 25 degrees.

Posted November 25, 2010 by oshum 

In poetic flow

He

speaks his feelings

in poetic flow

down

Her page

spilling love  

across her margins

drip dropping

heartbeats in

script adore

poeming

his beloved

to the letter

of his lust

in poetic flow

Posted November 22, 2010 by oshum 

Bloodrocked...

    Bloodrocked…thoughtwisphered

The be of us

Singing love songs

 You

Heatwaved to the me

Flashflood  fluttering

Us

Thru and thru

Breathlabored

         lost

Found touchsprung

Arching

To the tune of our love

 

 

Posted November 21, 2010 by oshum 

At the Buddha's Shrine

Two thousand souls

 waiting  to be born

to laugh and cry and dance and love

to mate to eat to create to grow old

two thousand souls

never saw the light of earth

heaped together

into the stench of unwanted

by careless  hands

 their physical existence

aborted

hidden at the Buddha’s  Shrine.

Posted November 21, 2010 by oshum 

When in the midst of nothing..

When in the midst of nothing

a blue nothing..

all of a sudden

you

write a tale of sighs

and I

in the midst of forgetting

see your words..

then

those bloodrushed words

read themselves into my soul

and there they hook me

they hound me

So now

I

In the midst of a red hot something

Write a bloodrushed poem

for you

in the midst of my blue nothing.

 

Posted November 21, 2010 by oshum 

The thought of me....

Once....

In the dusty loop of time

the thought of me

occurred...

 took shape..... solidified

became alive and breathed

had wants and needs and feelings too

thought thoughts all by itself

desiring then.... another shape

it thought a thought of love

two thoughts two shapes now thinking.......

once more....

in the dusty loop of time

the thought of me

 occurred....

Posted November 20, 2010 by oshum