Stories of the Past and Future


When did time create the first story
Was it written about the past in glory
I wonder, was it about hunting an animal
To feed, clothe, a tribe living in the jungle
Grunting verses told by primitive charades
By fire, under moon, a wolfs howl fades

Stories of past explorers and sailors
Crossing seas in search of futures
A new world, there had to be one
Planting, growing, evolving on up
Look to the stars, a journey beyond
A kaleidoscope of colours and song

Wars that eliminate species and races
Recording a history of greed and violence
Lessons taught to the young at heart
Not to repeat what ills man has rot
But to set an open course and unite
A world as one, for a future we may write

Ax

Dreaming of a Kiss ~ the end ~ CDXCIX / D


Shut my eyes that I may see, the cause and effect of a kiss given to me
Gentlest lips caress to press, sending shivers my heart melts into a mess
Soft to touch, lips to lips dip, tongues darting out, sultry tip to sultry tip
I do see a kiss a kiss, how sweet it leaves me with this feeling of bliss
Eyes still shut, forever hold, dreaming of a kiss never grows old
Kiss me now, I’ll kiss you back, I believe this is the moment that I wake up

Monday comes dragging along, thinking of that Boomtown Rats song
Tuesday appears out of thin air, half asleep half awake, I swear
Wednesday takes its time but at just the right moment, that camel smile
Thursday is a blur to the core, ring in the weekend like the hammer of Thor
Friday space-heads flashing memes, some write poems of dreams
Glide through the days doing what needs doing, hours fade quickly going

Ax

To Make A Poem Bleed ~ the end ~ CDXCVIII / D


A poet could write about flowers and trees
High atop mountains, low to where valleys sleep
How rivers rush tween canyons and meadows
Veins of fresh water, pours down, oceans swallow
Seven wonders that equal the sum of a minute
Taking in that exact moment of being in the present
Giving in only to stop and look at the stars above
To wonder how far, how far, to go for true love
The gift of a heart is the trust given from the start
Pain comes from the blows taken from battles fought
True love can never come from song nor poem
Whether words written in rhythmic verse or prose
To make a poem bleed, the real must be felt
When senses unite to hear, see, taste and smell
The bloom of natures hold kissed by the sun
Falling in love for the first time, since life begun

Ax

Reading My Mind ~ the end ~ CDXCVI/ D


I found ink in my veins
from a cut of a blade
dripped as a line
that turned into a rhyme
blood dried soaking up eyes

reading my mind…

I found ink in my veins
from a beating heart
boils with thoughts
exploding in my head
misty heat escapes from blasting breath

leading my mind…

I found ink in my veins
from a pounding brain
shots of lightning bolts spark a fire
burns the words flaming dire

bleeding my mind…

I found ink in my veins
from a passionate will
craves to speak a perfect prose
trembling with fear
that your ears would hear

heeding my mind.

Ax

It’s A Mystery ~ the end ~ CDXCV / D


To know life outside of doors, hear sounds that come as wars
Voices talking, who knows what, howling men, drunk and shouting fuck!
Tragic news strikes again and again, these times come suffering in pain
When the value of a symbol is worth more than the worlds starving people

It’s a mystery to me how this could be if God was real

At night when sight leads eyes up, a calm seeing a star filled sky erupt
Silhouette of trees stand still in the night air, eerie branches spread wild with no care
Births and sprouts of a new born life, the first breath of spring cuts like a knife
When two hearts connect, creating a bond to love and respect

It’s a mystery to me how this could be if God was not real

Ax

Herbal Poetry ~ The End ~ CDXCIV / D


Not a word, not a single syllable would ignite a thought,
without the aid of natures gift
From the rocky shores of Ucluelet, staring at whales,
as they swim past this tiny hamlet
The wind kissing a face red, oh how hard a slap,
that awakens the senses from bed
How the moss grows, how it blankets the ground,
how it sparkles when the sun shows
Feeding off the ocean, creatures thrive,
praising Mother Natures devotion

Not a word, not a single syllable would ignite a thought,
without the aid of natures drug
Her beauty overwhelms, all life that it surrounds,
high off a blunt herbal poetry compels
An explosion of words erupt in the head,
every drag held; oh look, black birds overhead
Soaring on by, across the sky,
how wonderful it would be to fly
Eyes closed shut, allowing the buzz to catch a ride,
the imagination runs amuck

Not a word, not a single syllable would ignite a thought,
without the aid of natures love
Eyes meet for the very first time, love at first sight,
what are the possibilities to find
Time stands still in a freeze, struck by cupids dart,
the one that makes weak the knees
Melt in the mouth sweetie, eyes that smile dreamy,
fall in love with a west coast honey
How simple words come, when nature overcomes,
pity how these feelings come like a hit and run

Ax

Dreams From Thin Air ~ the end ~ CDXCIII / D


A time that was, careless and free
Pain was an adventure in discovery
Climbing trees, darting cars
Stitches mend, leaving scars

Spinning grooves, getting high
Dreaming of Jeanie in a bikini
“Yes Master, as you wish”
Man, that Tony, he had bliss!

Make-believe on a TV screen
Somehow we believed it’s real
Having dreams of a faraway place
Exploring galaxies, Lost in Space

Back to the beginning of Suns
The vibe of a poets song sung
Embrace me now I beg of thee
Rip me out from this misery

Venture out into the world that’s real
Not in a box whose message is pay to feel
Trapped in a tube, looping underground trails
Where silence wails from metal grinding rails

Fantasy wins over reality when fear leads
Like a zombie on a subway, under streets
Where no one knows your name or cares
Just getting by on dreams from thin air

Ax