Blue Fire, Clear Realities

By James E. Morris ©

Blue tiles, bath place shining multi-spectrum mindsets spinning in cosmic control

Licking at my inner fire burning bright.

The warm dancers of a non-spiral intoxicated heart laugh the future back at me.

“Fool” they shout, “real wisdom comes from within,” they scream. “Step back, take heart, stand clear,” they whisper.

“Take note,” they say, “and listen gently.” You, my friend, are the multiverse, without you, there would not be a reality.

Without us, you would not exist. We are interwoven, in parallels of galaxies, of neurons, of what would happen.

Neons of rays fanning out in light fantasia.

Spurring us on to a beautiful centre. After all, the illusions of beginnings and ends are nothing but totalitarian weapons of mind control invented in pain, not peace by misguided guildfordian surreyites that’s the truth.

James E. Morris
Worldwide copyright, 2005


Egypt
Dream cast my golden winged heart flutters and yet still the calming, charming mists of Bastis wisdom fall like ancient ambered eagles soar.

Ah, my Egypt, my beautiful Egypt. I who Nile sipped sat with thee in hieroglyphic stained and painted crypts of golden orbs, of sunlight astro-starry lores.

For every grain of sand I kiss, for every souk and minaret, and every oasis and multi-coloured islet.

Ah, my Egypt, not heart, what bliss. And you might say, ah my royal and noble ship whose shadowsprites my ancient void you who purple paints my vision in my never-ending afterlife, who floats in ancient wise and
Ra’ic light, who dances in the rhythm of starry lights, who clarifies my inner love for thee. You, my beautiful Egypt, within I see, wandering found, not lost but free.

James E. Morris
Worldwide copyright, 2005

Winter by James E Morris ©

I am the new massed words ranked,
Cranked and spanked.in state minds stoned
and mouldy. Pro staked out in activated trances
of folly neon choruses of Hey you take hand.
Take heart, we’re climbing star bound
Hauling hounds pound my mother’s used and shredded
Heavy laddened leaded pearls of hard earned feelings.
Of never ending maternal tranquil translucent baby
Brooding solidity of feminine goddesses spectrum beauty
Hey rise rise rise evolving sister rise and dance and sing of peace which we your children only dream of.
Your moods fun running with brother sun and
Moon Susannah round and round halo bound faster faster
Faster. She is gone, gone where you might wonder.
Skyward bound nowhere she the thunder
She’s the wind; she’s the breezing, easing, teasing, pleasing, stormy, cloudy, changeling
Of winter torned, born and shredded in auroric
Spell blessed love for you and me. Ah winter!
Huntress rest you’ve birthed your offspring
Rest my love rest my beauty, you’ve earned it.


written for National Poetry Day
6 October 04 (Winter)