Trinity 的个人资料Runaway Soul Poetry照片日志列表更多 工具 帮助

日志


1月24日

Ascetic

Ascetic
 
I sit in a lotus position atop this mesa
because I'm wanting peace of
 mind amd soul, keep it simple let it go
an ascetic, life with few things
no commitments, no desire, no diamond ring
 
That sweet aroma of sage
the majestic rock, unknown age
silent sound of whispering wind
I'll never go back to the city again
 
Not when I can see stars upon stars
I do not miss the raging rush of cars
I drink from a sweet, clear pool of mountain water
Oh such simple things are all that matters
 
I finally meet my higher self and meditate
deny them their urge to medicate
No, here there is not a headache
    coyotes howl off in the distance
I am a hermit craving this existence
 
An austere adobe home where I can loudly shout
where just my voice echoes about
and when it fades away only the whistling wind
I swear I will not leave this sanctuary again
 
written 2/22/2003
syndicated RSS 2006
1月22日

Duality

Duality
 
I am the full moon
In it's splendid, watery melancholy
Yet I am the sun, flaming, flaring
Burning with sarcasm
I love my Lord yet
I stand up to Him with fists and chest
I am a sinner, repentant on knees
Then guilty again
Of the very same sin
I am the sea waning and waxing
The desert sere and unforgiving
Champion of the homeless
I scorn my neighbor
     I am fear I am peace
Whole then in pieces
Tears of joy tears of pain
I'll not be the same again
 
Copyright January 2006

The Mechanics Of My Heart

 

Quote

The Mechanics Of My Heart
The Mechanics of My Heart
Once youthful at heart I sped the highways
Hair spiraling about with my ragtop down
Oh wee! brand new shiny car days
Turning heads all over this town
 
Now a cold hard engine is my body
Aged skin, a hard metal frame, an antique car
Tempered by the road of hard knocks, oddly
I have clocked many a mile and I really have come so far
 
Still, my heart is steeled, it has become imprisoned
Cold concrete creates my cell
Suffering a battered heart, no longer precision
I simply do not run well
 
Stalled in a lonely garage
With a deadbolt on the door
Rusty from wrecks, slammed and barraged
Flat stuck, maintenance poor
No oil or spark, no fluidity of soul
Metal bone, once warm now cold
 
Who would fix me?
Not cool, out-dated, many broken parts
Maybe a Transcendental mechanic who I hope can see
Fuel is not pumping through this sad carburator heart
 
Hopeful and young I once sped the old highways
Hair spiraling about with my ragtop down
Carefree on brand new shiney car days
Turning heads all over this town
 
Trinity Keller 10/04
all rights reserved