Saw
Hemingway
again
Siting in a cafe
Eyes closed
hands joined
In inverted
prayer ,
thinning hair
parted ,
red faced ,
meditating
on hell .
So many people
mindfully suffer.
Some end
the weight
give up
the ghost
of depression
of hate
& self loathing
in anaesthetic
solution.
The waters
deep
in summer
whisper.
Murmured
breezes
And crickets follow
in a blue rippling
as dark clouds
edge red
In desperate
sun fall.
Siddhartha
sitting under tree ,
you know
where it is that
we must go .
We will one day
feed its’ roots
and rise up in
It’s sap ,
nourish its budding
leaves , and they
will nourish
In their turn
again .
Street
musician with
3 string instrument
tinkling
gaunt
like the boat man
In Siddhartha ,
detached ,
making simple
music ,
watching
all the world
unfold
Let us Rest
Dark blue stripe,
Red stripe
Light azure blue above,
Silver sliver,
hanging on the azure blue
and Orion’s jeweled belt
up and to the right.
Time with a 5 and 6
in it .
The coming of 7
in heaven.
Let us rest now,
close our eyes,
and fall into
a deep and
unawakened
sleep
to the chirps of birds
as planes
fall fast
and close
into our Earhart
dreams.
From “Eyes of The Artist” by PWChaltas
Years of Love
Years of love
compressed
into few moments
of conversation .
Across
backdrop
of light stretched
blue,
a spider careful,
delicately crawls
weaving webs
between
white worn rails
of time .
Soft music playing ,
lovers speak
In different accents ,
about the past ,
all made present ,
made one ,
real
while side by side ,
dove and sparrow
watch
MArlie by the stArs
ReggAe beAt
syncopated
In the Air.
Brothers, sisters
ReggAe heart beAt’s
near
And the soul
that Makes us whole
With red green yellow
love ,
is An eternal heArt
of Dreadlocks
to the Omega .
Scent of wet
greenery and camomile
sting lush at night.
Tropical intoxication
brought to life by rain passed
and forgotten
The one who
divines and produces
Is king and queen
whether it’s
wheat in Egypt ,
seed, or anything
people need ,
desire ,
or must have,
even the open heart.
U turn at Callender
Passion for the past
On Roncesvalles
the lights are on .
People walk the street
with shadows cast
Shalamar and Hugh’s
are on .
My life is new.
PWChaltas 