Tribute to Three WorldsMC Escher's Three Worlds
Reflecting, child of Netherlands,
upon the pond, and in his hands
he carries lithographic tools.
Pondering ponds, rivers and pools,
he captures them. He understands
the fluid flowing over sands
or silt or peat. The view commands
he enter nature's vestibules,
On nearby forest's noble stands.
a curious catfish demands
obeisance to the pond-life's rules.
Ripples dissolve trees. Catfish schools
artist, its eyes, like pond with lands,
Sphere InversionSphere Inversion
A perfect sphere sits,
unsullied and serene.
Sudenly, longitudes bulge
and ripple radially.
The poles approach each other,
but embraces are replaced
with vaporous passage, each
through the other, to stop
opposite the start.
Then, protruding longitudes
begin their spin, turning
like keys in a lock.
But unlike a lock,
the turning keys reveal nothing.
Indeed, the sphere seems
tangled tighter than before,
a snare ensnaring a snare.
Yet, the poles approach
and pass again, one through one,
returning to their homes
clearly altered by
Thunder's gone, the lightning too,
And sun has washed the clouds away
Rainbow shimmers into view,
And look who's come to play!
See fine fur that glistens white?
Behold majestic horn!
Silent as a moonless night,
A splendid unicorn!
Feeling free and frolicsome
It bows and starts to prance.
A kitten and a puppy come
To join its joyous dance.
Soon a muskrat, fox and lamb,
A bunny and a squirrel
Are each as happy as a clam,
Having joined the whirl.
As the animals commune,
A merry song fills their bazaar.
See the elves that play this tune,
One on a flute, one on guitar?
With all of this harmonium
As Echoes Drift OnwardsAs Echoes Drift Onwards
The echo drifts onward,
Of tales unforgotten,
Or perhaps memories,
Discarded as blindly as faith,
For who could have seen,
That the man beneath the mask,
Could be so cold,
And callous to cast,
Away his cherished dreams,
Where do we wander,
Under the midnight moon,
When all roads lead to dust,
And where do we soar,
When all our skies are crowded,
With other lights burning far brighter than our own,
Do we seek to ever float so high
Or are we simply clutching
at the threads of fate
Hoping that just once
We are not the ones who cut the lines,
For the roads of destiny are a tightro
An Imperfect DreamAn Imperfect Dream
Is there such a thing as an imperfect dream?
I believe there is,
It's that state of being, when caught on the seam,
Not truly awake, but not asleep either,
And just as waking is life,
So too is sleep death,
Who are we that walk along that parapet?
Trapped in this state of insignificance,
That wander eternity with our heads in the clouds,
But our feet placed firmly on the ground,
Entrenched in reality but gazing at a place far beyond,
Between the wires and the barbs, to the place we cannot touch,
Our no-man's land,
Where none may stand,
For life is a battlefield,
And some are caught in a war,
Watch the world burnA blackened street with scarlet paves,
A creature lurks within the aves,
Crouching, growling, crying in pain,
This beast lying down, it's battle in vain,
This entity faceless an enigma unknown,
This shadow, this raven, this cowl and this crow,
It no longer spreads it's black-feathered wings,
To soar to the sky above al other things,
This demon, this devil, this damned darkened soul,
In the world it once conquered time has taken it's toll,
It once wandered, weary, wisened and wonderous,
A force volatile, violent, vehement and vicious,
That ancient force omnipotent, omnicient and ominous,
That once held dominion over all of
In the hallwayI saw death hanging around
in the hallway outside of my apartment.
I was choking on cigarette smoke.
He cracked a little smile and walked off,
rattling bones echoing off the walls.
timethere were days once
that melded into weeks.
but i threw time in the blender,
stewed it in a pot, let it simmer,
boiled it over, collected it, bottled it,
poured it out.
those days evaporated, climbed
condensed into shapes we stared at
lying on the grass. don't you remember
lying on the grass?
i remember. we were wet and rusting,
the ironworks of our bodies
slowly eroding, oxidizing,
returning to the soil.
and now that blended time lets me
grow into a tree, into a child,
into your heart.
Excavationechoing off the valley walls,
metal on metal. i'm overwhelmed
that ring of ax on gold
we were rich in this valley
til the night settled in
and, surrounded, we tried to keep warm
curled around the fire,
but the stars were so bright
we both went blind.
hungry animals lurked,
just beyond the fire's heat
until we both exhausted, fell asleep.
i felt them pulling,
first at you, then at me,
and i reached up, drew,
and emptied round after round
after round after round
until they were all nothing
nothing but dust and the ash of the flames
and my eyes cleared, but yours
milky and wide.
now the mines haul hard,
the lines never slac
I Prayed For RainDear God,
I prayed for rain yesterday.
Rain to rinse the sprawling greens that lay across my home,
To wash the coats of the goats that graze there, so peacefully,
To clean the mildew from that rotting hut where the old man lives.
To cleanse my lips, for they are dirty with half-hearted lies.
I prayed for a warm, soft rain.
For a cold rain would make the grasses shiver and shrivel, and
the goats to mewl uncomfortably as they retreated into the darkness.
The old man would simply turn and hide in his aging hut of cold, cold stones.
And my lips? They would harden with the lies I coat them with.
I want a shower to dance in.
So the gras
Shh. (Extension II)Shh, to hear the silent scream
of the girl you used to be.
Don't blink; she'll flash before your eyes.
To let her escape would not be wise.
She's a monster, built of tears and pain.
She'll rip at your soul till no joy remains.
She's out of control, a tangled mess,
Screaming for sorrow, for pain, distress.
It's imperative to keep her locked in cage,
Sealed with your agony, your accumulated rage.
Remember: she'll hurt them, too,
the ones who mean so much to you.
For however you choose to lock her away,
She will demand of you what you cannot pay.
Smile Today, Darling!This mirror does not show me.
All I see is a girl, pale as the moonlight,
The ghost of a heart once pure white.
But when I lift my hand, she lifts hers too.
Who is this girl? She's blurred into ash hues.
There's something, though, that screams out loud:
A sparkle in her eye proclaims, "I AM PROUD."
A twitch at her lips, a fourth of a smile
Surfaces from a decade's exile.
A burst of a rainbow, a ray of sunshine,
'I'M GOING TO LIVE," is today's headline.
So now, I finally see me.