PhantomCascade

[judih]

phantom cascade
illusory obstacles
caressed and polished
praised in guilded haze

walls where no walls stand
floors built on emptiness
standing in stupidity
mud-caked pretense

the mountain top levitates
the view grows majestic
as ions expand
and laughter dissipates

sound becomes nature
flesh melts to sighs
hands held disintegrate
one-ness, huge-ness, life-full

let's not descend
(once up, always up)


judih

[WIREMAN]

higher and higher
ladder call it love
the up above made
beatific on parade
cafe writing today j
filled uo half of one
of those drugstore
memo books with a
pen that cooks and
anarchy all round thee
the big ? in the cafe
was about this coca-cola
bottle handle on the
natural health drinks
display, o the complications
that arise each and everyday
like the red balloon in that
movie from when we were
kids, let's keeep rising, yes............

[hester_prynne]

Disposable
at random,
shows it's teeth,
lays me out,
on the floor,
alive.
I linger there,
play dead
with myself,
headlocked,
in the heaviness,
of chance.
Against my will,
slowly,
I'm re-levitated
to hope,
pimped by tides,
for a few minutes
more.

[stilltrucking]

illusory obstacles
caressed and polished

the trickster
Coyote waits and he is always hungry

standing in stupidity
mud-caked pretense

a good solution for me is

memo books with a
pen that cooks and

I'm re-levitated
to hope,
pimped by tides,
for a few minutes
more.

A deep breath and rest
—”And I will lay me down and bleed a while, and then I will rise up and fight again.”
__________________
nothing to do with anything I suppose but my mind turns back to my father.
fatherhood, if men are filled with pretense and good intentions where does that leave their children I wonder?
Trying to find a father's love, thinking about Crazyy Mile and his quotes, That bleed and fight again was one his favorites when he had lost again. He always had a saying for every situation, but never a good one about women. not that I can remember.

[WIREMAN]

the flowing phantom cascade
on it's way to the dwelling place
soundtrack by riyaz tabla &
raagini tambura me on my
C bamboo flute....the sounds fade.........

[gypsyjoker]

I never sang for my father
I never cried for him
Now he reaches out to me
Dreams of a loving father
The man I feared
The man I feard to be
Silent dreams
Sound track courtesy of a beating heart

[jimboloco]

caveat emptor on the floor
let the buyer beware at the door
a flowing phantom cascade
of gypsies and tinkers
and drinkers of pimping tides
wafting away up high
lonely as a cloud above
a lovely host of daffodils
fluttering and dancing by the lake
the sun gets heavy
laughter dissipates
and floats unon th breeze
while away with ease
sweet scents take their leave