All poems by James V. Scibetta, © 1996.
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Memories
Memories drift
Like icebergs
On a frigid sea
Alone
Silent
Waiting
For that moment when
A sunbeam strikes
At angles just right
And reveals
A glorious tapestry
Of color and light
And then...
Fades back
Adrift
On a frigid sea
Alone
Silent
Waiting.
Twilight Shadows
We leave a trail
Of broken parts
Of fractured dreams
And careworn hearts
As we dive into
Another day
Another breath
We'll fade away
Into the web
Of eternity
A destiny spun
Of hyperbole
Where twilight shadows
Run and dance
Beyond the realm
Of circumstance
Where fate no longer
Has control
The freedom won
For every soul.
Icicle Teeth
Icicles form like teeth
Growing out from
Rock ledge gums
Dripping transparent
Liquid bone
Onto the ground
Puddles congeal
And in a vain attempt
Seek to grow upward
Only to be frozen
Or
Absorbed
By
Earth and air
Yet
Dreaming
Of being born again
As
Icicle teeth.
The Walk
Let's walk with the person who so foolishly shows
A heart wrecked by time and numerous blows
By love and by hate and every imagined feeling
Who has stumbled and fallen with senses reeling
But continues the quest for that heavenly laughter
And who refuses to quit searching for what he's after
Pressing solemnly forward into the next fray
Despite the fact that there may be no way
To find that substance of life as he feels
Maybe to discover the fate that's been sealed
Then pushing ever onward to horizons unknown
Trying not to reveal the cover that's been blown
To bits with the discovery that what he's been seeking
Is inside the framework of his bones that are creaking
And realizing this as he looks in the mirror
He throws off the chains of pain loss and fear
Lets go a laugh that would challenge our god
Then he looks to the sky with a wink... And a nod.
Staccato Parade
A silent flood of image frames
Empties into the viewing mind
And begins a staccato parade
Of ghosts and angels and other
Creations of the vapor machine.
Emotional waves are churned with
Hazy faces and foggy places
Where reality has blended into dreams
Of distant past and
Here and now.
A random display of artifacts and
Accidents of truth and of youth
Through ages and ageless
Of time and timeless
The queue of the quiet.
Staccato parade winds down
Through ribboned streets
And balloon feats and empties
Into the ultimate parking lot
Cotton candy carnival heaven.
Innocence
I dream the dreams of youth
Of open fields and endless play
When innocence was the only truth
And it was always a bright sunny day.
My imagination so fresh and free
A million worlds yet to explore
Like diving deep beneath blue seas
Right through Neptune’s coral door.
And blasting out beyond the stars
My jet pack bike throttle open wide
Pockets crammed full of candy bars
My favorite puppy by my side.
Though time may change my outer shape
There's one thing I’ll never let it do
That's destroy my inner child-scape
And the innocence that's pure and true.
Timeless
The moon rises up
From behind the hillside
Casts silvery myst of light
Over rooftops of shadows
Cascades down
To the bay below
The light is carried
By gentle waves
That lap against
The boat we share
And sways us
To earthly rhythms
We laugh the laugh
That is timeless
As friends often do
And realize
We
Are the center
Of
Eternity.
Elegant Absurdity
Keyboard littered with bits of nails
And tales of shed blood and shed skin
Filling mountain key valleys with
Raging cascades of fluffy boulders
Web laced shoulders and other
Draperies of time and wax drippings.
Burning gaze transforms and mutates
Casting exotic natures upon screens
Through dreams and schemes each
Story unfolds its elegant absurdity
Intermingling with creatures of the
Past and future shocking in display.
Pulsing waves of energy blow cold
Through veins of steel and arteries
Surreal a living tapestry of decay
Eroding decoding exploding window
Of stains and sacrifice resounding
Wildly in crescendo death embrace.
The Fire Within
This fire that burns within us
Illuminates our souls
And powers our dreams
It transcends our earthly entrapments
Flowing into
The eternal light stream.
We kindle this flame with faith hope and love
And a catalyst
Of laughter and joy
Resplendent with virtue and truth from above
The greatest energy
That nothing can destroy.
One Part
This thorny crown that I wear
Makes some people stop and stare
Blood runs down my pale white cheeks
Leaving cracking dried blood streaks.
This heavy timber that I carry
A heavy load that will not vary
Leaves a trail of wooden splinters
Fragments of eternal winters.
No help due this tortured soul
This my one and only role
Cast by god in just one play
I'll rise again on judgment day.
God Came Down
God came down a while ago
But just as quick he said goodbye
And said he'd be back later so that we should
Leave the light on.
God came down a while ago
Descended into darkened room an
Angel hovered up above as brilliant
Love exploded everywhere.
God came down a while ago
A little miffed that I had missed
A date that we had planned together
But I could not be counted on.
God came down a while ago
And this time said that he's not leaving
And if I wouldn't mind to fetch
His pipe and slippers.
Smashing History
Clouds bubbling and boiling a
Deep purple blue black cauldron
Of chaos heralding the days to come.
This magic mix of earth and sky ignited
In frenzy as time stops and heaves a
Final breath of fear and temptation.
Dark thick waves of air rise from
Shadowed valleys where sins
And suffering have congealed.
Lightning rod of cross and nails
Bears witness to this spectacle
Of the natural and supranatural.
Throngs mad with lust await
Their signal to join in this
Passion play of life and death.
A cacophony of contempt erupts
And wails a siren song smashing
The course of history forever.
Sanctity
Hammered metal cross erected
Forged of fires
Truth rejected
Of
Glistening angles in wine and blood
A play of light
Torrential flood
Of
Freedom won at what the price
In nail gun holes
And paradise
Of
Tortured dreams and tortured hearts
In love and triumph
Broken parts
Of
Sanctity.
Mortal
Condemned
By circumstance
Imprisoned
By fate
The executioner
Is time
Brave Dance
When you look to the sky
at night
do you see
twinkling diamonds
a great tapestry
created for you
created for me
hung in the Heavens
eternal sea
within which we spin
a brave dance ‘round a fire
hearts all ablaze
burning desire
whirlwinds of dust and
water we are
vibrating strings
a raging guitar
ignited by pain
and love
and by fear
echoless hope
a cascading tear
that drips into silence
wild waves rushing on
tsunami emotion
exploding dawn
that greets with the colors
first day of creation
where dewdrops are strung
in glorious celebration
and laughter is victor
over sadness and sorrow
thunderous joy
an endless tomorrow
a step off the edge
of another... yesterday.
Whisper
I stand upon a cresting wave
origins ancient
unfolding time.
All of history swelling up
lifting me higher
beyond the ethers
until I clearly see the vast beautiful infinite unknown.
I whisper, "I am here".
Vibrations emanate from deep within me
flowing out across the great expanse
bouncing gracefully off glowing stars
swirling around angels playing hide and seek
in galaxies we’ve not yet dreamed.
My whispered words curve gloriously
as eons pass.
And still I stand with arms outstretched
heart and mind as open as the cosmos,
awaiting their return.
Distant echoes herald the truth of my desire.
Coming back with fiery tail of gold
streaking across the vortex with pure crystalline energy
my words return home, their home,
bringing bountiful fruits of salvation and glory.
And I immerse myself in the grandest of realizations that...
yes, I am here.
Though for Today
Hazy, coolness drifting away from winter’s home
sunray tubular gauze coated soft solid spike
a dust filled spotlight path
dampness hovers not relinquishing control
to the fact of the nature spin
dirt clumps balance between worlds of wet and dry
the body aches
another revolution
in time held at bay
by memories of summer’s since swept away
into closets of forgetfulness and age
by choice… no by no choice
lest we scream to reunite
the innocence of fresh experience
a taste that is not repeated often
but life numbs its victims
a continuing thwack of the mortal hammer
slowly penetrating the veil of youth
then crushing the armor of adulthood
and finally tapping the fonts into place.
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