Spectral Verses, I Through X, The Complete Series

Spectral Verses, I, The twilight and the gloom What fair voice calls my name as I loiter in the grave a poet now besieged with ignoble repartee, death is just a misty cloud that hides the quilted waves patterns of the fickle tides that charge then run away. In my youth I sang great chants, my verse would never sway banished from my native soil I sailed to war with fate, hearing echoes from my past I fought in unknown bays hoping for a hero's death my sins to mitigate. Alas! No peace, no resting place, unsettling as the moon where my spirit walks between the twilight and the gloom. Spectral Verses, II, My heart folds loosely bound With lackluster elation I tense my burning pride; static mantras push up the sweet lilies from the ground, each blossom scents stray breezes my verse has softy cried yearning through the ages for that close uplifting sound contained within the pages my heart folds loosely bound, that holds my soul and weds my mind, splendidly it climbs. My angry youth was stolen, where all I've loved has died ruptured dreams that mangle lives, the clock stroke loudly chimes unintended mourning that shift across grey skies reaching toward salvation for the light that fools my eyes. Spectral Verses, III, Youthful combs of fire My writings plague solemn desires dispatched within my grief, waiting for my souls revival as I sense the failing beams above my head stars once bold, now dying, fade in disbelief yearning youthful combs of fire extinguished while I sleep. My words of love coldly covered by the graveyards mossy dirt embracing lips of favored lovers as we lain in soft caress; bites my savage tongues expression has now sanctified the hurt in my bed of weeds and clover where no soft cheek warms my breast. Spectral Verses, IV, The die my soul has cast Black scorch marks of dejection where I burn with pains delight what my shallow terms have bought me fills the die my soul has cast. In the throes of trepidation I have turned against the light clutching runes with boney palms tossing stones that read the past. I scribe a new adventure scribbling verses in the dust; I align the passing planets influencing natal charts. Scorpio will be rising that Saturn's foot will crush, the Moon and Mars enjoining, lovely Venus bares my heart. Blending the earth tone pigment as the brush strokes flesh her face with eyes of eternal softness and hands of phantom grace. My white linen shirt the canvas golden ruffles tress her hair her temperate presence forming shyly rising in the air. My breastbones hardly breathing I retreat back in the dark she calls her eyes entreating with a voice of goodly praise. I sing to her my love song with my notes c minor sharp, embracing empty visions, strumming string-less harps. Spectral Verses V, Moon tides the pattern of my soul Falling beauty pales in nights unsleeping whispered to my marker hedged in stone fear not though the midnight breeze is weeping for the moon tides the pattern of my soul. Rolling waves embrace an inner silence inflected by their rising harmony pounding shores drumming steady violence she calls them back and slowly they recede. Monuments are built to gods and martyrs, idle worship reprised in pageantry, wars afloat in blood and human horror rewritten by ignoble history. Surging seas unleash a stalwart power, tempestuous they rage in mystery; penetrating, crumbling earthly towers immense foundations washed out by the sea. Innocence must brave the unknown silence; purity will light the burnished eve, cast me moon, redeem me from the violence, in the beauty of your midnight weeping breeze. Falling beauty pales in nights unsleeping whispered to my marker hedged in stone fear not though the midnight breeze is weeping for the moon tides the pattern of my soul. Spectral Verses, VI, Void of dark For in the seamless fabric of our dreams we walk between real and imagined life prescient when we wake our senses stream to the horary poverty of strife; but our soul created by spirit mind its beacon shines throughout our earthly shell within our dreams it flies traversing time and gleams the truth above this worldly spell. Consciousness of self, the eternal spark, has given meaning to the void of dark. Spectral Verses, VII, Linguistic chains of slight Opportune tenacity regulates my soul against the wave born thoughts of reason that have intensified the toll, extracting cherished bits of memory from the speciousness of mind regaled within the boundaries we have aptly labeled time. My heart no longer beating, my cold blood dried and dead within the confines of my spirit my eternal book is read; to the ghosts that haunt and plague me, to the inept breeding pride, to the worthless charms and omens, to all who lived and died. I rattle in my coffin linguistic chains of slight as I turn each crumpling page black dirt absorbs the light, but I know the bitter answer to the quandary we call time I am trapped within the moment of a stalled and stagnant tide. Spectral Verses, VIII, Raise high the curtain of your dreams Astounding as the grimaced pain that falls upon my breast that turns within my soulful pleas disturbing peaceful rest, as poignant as the simple pause where all my dreams are lost between the silence of the lines where truth is rarely sought. In the deepest regions of my soul light is blindly shuttered, mayhem then infects the grace where lifetime vows are uttered, wasteful words that garnish mind placating idle reason love grows then rots away when its fruit is not in season. Deeply plows the hardy till that seeds so life may follow replant the blanket of my grave, the ground grows old and hollow, soil turned by harsh bitter hands with dead skin thick and calloused shovelfuls of passion sound on my wood and satin palace. Console me and recite the words from the marvel of my youth; forgive me of my petty sins, search between my lines for truth. Do not follow in my steps for you are prone to go astray, raise high the curtain of your dreams, don't pause and look away. Spectral Verses, IX, Conceptual realm of beginning In the conceptual realm of beginning where my spirit is dispelled by the light forced through the canal of awakening I will breathe my next breath of life. By the pangs of my birth's separation where my being is renewed in the flesh worldly base to divine aspiration I wander unable to rest. Empirical voids comprise the heavens; multitudinous suns burn out and restart, I will share their fate for millennium through the finite beats of my heart. On the cleft of divine intervention between marrow and umbilical blood despite genius of human invention my soul's evolution is love. Spectral Verses, X, Flames to the west Soul! Fly high your flames to the West! Hence spoke the fiery eves request twilight glints and the sun protests folding back her sails. Soul! Fly high your dreams to the East! Arise to lights unending reach full moon is hung in dawn's retreat moonlight shyly pales. Dress! Touch your midnight scented bride that plays and shifts in shadow hides from new to full her bridesmaids cry bouquets tossed to earth. Upon the firmaments divide they raise their spinster tearing eyes upward reaching knead sea and sky bastions of their birth. Awake! Awake! The pastures' swell with tall green grasses, verdant dells, the misty mountain casting spells life reclaims the land. The yard birds sing their yearning song to svelte wildflowers and dewy corn upon the hill the tower's dong church belled steeples stand. The joyful singing of the choir tuneful chords of love's desire embodiments eternal fire poles the compass bares. From North to South the magnet points directing lives, approves, appoints, in life and death reflects, anoints passions that we share. The church bell softly tolling now, the death of death has been avowed replanted by the tillers plow spring buds in my view. Get up! Get up! Your spirits free drink gypsy wine and dance with glee dispersed within the liquid sea life begins anew.