Seas of the Moon, Part II

 

Sea of the Edge

Here where reason and madness 

Excel their margins, 

Genius stands upon the crest of a wave

Where the map ends

And the vast unknown,

Filled with danger

Monstrously lurks.

Here acts of enlightenment and courage

Are a daring proposition 

Encompassing both madness and genius

In the Sea of the Edge.

 

A place where limits are tested

And the narrow edge is a delicate home

For the souls who prosper there

And a definite hell 

For those who become lost 

And fall in this sea

Where the waves toss

Like the blades of a knives

Whose edges are keen

As life dangles itself forward dangerously

To be lived to the fullest

At high speed.

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Southern Sea

In a hospitable clime

On nights when magnolia blossoms

Sweeten the air

And the Moon glows

In a clear sky

 

A plenitude of peace

Pervades the moment 

And the abundance of grace

Manifests in the waves of charm

That emanate from this sea,

Graciously gifting the earth

With soft summer nights

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Sea of Moisture

Rain and mist are ceaseless

As the waves of the sea of Moisture roll

With the Light of Nature

That nourishes the fields

And waters the soul 

In the nights of heavy moisture

Where yods of Moon fire

Rain down upon Earth

And are captured in the retort

Of the psyche,

Those moon drops brewed 

Into the silver and gold of imagination.

                                          

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Sea of Showers

 

The mountains and the valleys

In the waves of the Sea of Showers 

Are scoured with a rain of glorious light

That expands in albescence

As the high tide of night

Washes across the sky in torrents

Of luminosity                                              ............

 

Sea of Cleverness

 

There is a brilliant flair to these waves,

An ingenuity

Of quick-wittedness

As the adroit moonlight 

In all of its brilliance

Gifts  the moment with intelligence

And the waves dance away

Through the aethers

With exquisite cleverness.

 

    

 

The Lost Birds

 

Beaks pointed toward infinity,

They soar into the intangible,

Lost, careening into the unencompassable

With no direction.

Hurtling on wings of magic

They vanish like sorcerers

Who depart for unknown dimensions,

Lost to all conceptions

Of ordinary reality,

Their wings clutched by the void.

In the Land of Closed Eyes

 

Down cascades of star light

Into the vast ocean of night sky,

I swim inside the bodies of women

In the land of closed eyes.

 

Past fields of children unborn

I am carried mysteriously along the current

Of cosmic mind.

Immersed in their sex,

Wholly absorbed.

 

Entwined with their feminine souls,

 I writhe in pleasure

As their ecstasy washes in enormous waves

Across the universe.

 

There, deeply coupled with their essence,  

I explode in rivers of roaring starlight

And enduringly dream that I am a man.

 

On, on into the heavenly night I swim,

Sublimely floating within them for many eternities

In the land of closed eyes.

Janus Poems, 2021

 

As the year 2020 comes to its conclusion

I reach into the unknown

And take a gamble

With a dangerous move

That holds the key to my future,

A move in which the aethers about me

Tremble pregnantly.

I cannot speak of what this gamble is

For the fabric of this chance

Is much too delicate to pronounce into the open.

It is a secret that only I hold the key to,

I and the god of beginnings.

 

Much is left to chance,

Left to the god to mold as he will. 

I forgive myself for being desperate

But I must take this gamble

At this point in my life.

Much is riding on this roll of the dice.

I place myself in the god’s hands,

Praying he will see by me.

 

Where I have failed, and failed

Miserably in the past,

I readjust at this juncture of my life.

I position myself as properly as I can

At the doorway to another year.

 

I try to stand still in this doorway

As time crests

In the waning moments

Of the old year.

The completion of fate closes in

And as midnight approaches

A celebration is in the air.

Horns and explosions rock the sky.  

The year past has now all been decided

And the year ahead is a mystery for all.

 

I study this moment, looking for opportunity,

Looking for how a scheme might be realized

As the horizon of the new year begins to expand

And its wings unfold in the flight of time.

 

I gaze from this doorway

As the time horizon widens before me, opening

Into the unknown

Of what the next year will bring.

Hopefully, relief will come from this global pandemic.

I curse the viral disease and all that it has wrought.

 

Again and again, I feel the aethers tremble about me, pregnantly,

While I look into the future, wondering what will precipitate.

The wings of tomorrow and the new year

Climb high into the sky as midnight passes.

In this doorway in time

That opens onto the unknown

The world quakes with the force of a new beginning,

And I celebrate it.  

I believe I will be victorious.