Here are six poems that first appeared in the book NightWalks, RavenHawk's Way. If you are interested in a copy of the book, send me an e-mail, and I'll tell you how to acquire one.

NightWalks The Ravens in that space

Women In Movement Cropduster Genghis Jesus

NightWalks Walking in the night, singing to himself. The stars echo his voice to a distant galaxy that exists in his heart. The moon is a watchtower, reflecting light lost by the sun. This light cannot make things grow, so it makes things die. The moon has a soul of its own, much older than the Earth's. The moon's stories are impossible to understand in the light of day. The air must be dark for their meaning to be clear. The hard street is comfortable to his feet. It gives no more than it takes. His body blends into the sidewalk, disappearing to eyes naked with lies. His strength comes from there. His will is the will of night. His desires can only be fulfilled in the darkness. The daytime kills his dreams.

NightWalks The Ravens in that space

Women In Movement Cropduster Genghis Jesus

The Ravens Finally there is this: the edge of the desert waiting. there all night. sleek, dark bills. moonsilver on their wings. as still as the cracks. the wind came. ruffled their breath. their eyes flashed. their wings they lifted. flew away in four directions. if you want to know more, to the desert go. high basalt cliffs. do not blink. alert the Raven in your consciousness. he will see your eyes. be careful.

NightWalks The Ravens in that space

Women In Movement Cropduster Genghis Jesus

in that space This is the age when great egos crash like a wave striking Puget Sound, continued expansion until non-existence. Growth beyond the third dimension makes one difficult to see in the light. When darkness falls then dreams are allowed. There, in that space, beyond time, shapes amorphous are visualized. Focus is not necessary in that space. One cannot reach the unreachable with his hands. The third eye can see anything, can hear, and can feel. Can you imagine a light so bright that it has weight to it? A light that hits you like pellets from a shotgun blast? A shower of intensity that bends your knees and pushes your head backward, but doesn't force-close the eyes. Stand in it for a minute and you get used to it. Then, before too long, you start to need it to thrive in it. The darkness becomes darker then, and not as comfortable as before, unless there are stars. The in between space and time warped records of civilization fall away toward tomorrow. A collector's guide to galactic battlefields of visionary artists striving to communicate truth and prevaricated thinking better ways and means to an end of time begins again each moment to moment everything changes, people walk away, the sun rises, sets again, the night falls, then rises into continued expansion until non-existence.

NightWalks The Ravens in that space

Women In Movement Cropduster Genghis Jesus

Women In Movement Women in movement speak a language only hearts understand. Arms, legs, bodies in motion spin around a center in the torso leaving the personality in a place unfindable. All things flow through women from the darkest places seeking illumination through seeing. Lightness of wanting is the only means of getting, of finding, what is sought. A viewer, a man, can only wish for what is not good for him, and discard that which he needs. His turmoil grows like a weed sending him back to the black places he knows so well; discovering again that the Man within Woman is who he truly is. Concentric circles expand around the ball of Light -- engulfing -- overwhelming -- but returning to the place of Oneness. Where he began. Watching Women Moving. Speaking. He understands.

NightWalks The Ravens in that space

Women In Movement Cropduster Genghis Jesus

Cropduster A cropduster flies over a pasture as a little boy watches; not far from his home, but far away from all the places he wants to be. The plane flies low spreading a chemical formulated to make life better for everyone sans bugs or weeds. The chemical kills trees too, but that makes for more firewood this winter. He sees the plane dip then rise into the sky like Icarus who would fly to the sun to escape army worms. The young boy would swim the sea to escape cropdusters, crops, dust, cows, oil wells, mudflaps, even the farmhouse where his mother dutifully prepares a peanut butter sandwich for his midsummer luncheon. The sky is hot, the air is blue, and the future seems so very distant from the present. Too far away. Unreachable. Way off in the universe the cropduster dips again exterminating another memory, distracting the man from another meaningful experience. This place can never change since the minds of its inhabitants are unpliable and shut. The boy, as the plane rises again, wants to cry, but for no reason, at least no reason he is yet able to understand. The road next to the pasture fills with a different kind of dust behind a blue chevy pickup with no mudflaps. The driver watches the cropduster with approval. The boy, seeing the sun straight overhead knows his mother awaits -- so the rat terrier at his side hears a whistle and begins to trot with his friend. Much will happen. But there's no need to worry about that now -- as the cropduster gets smaller, looking for a different pasture.

NightWalks The Ravens in that space

Women In Movement Cropduster Genghis Jesus

He is Genghis Khan and Jesus sitting together on the streetcorner begging quarters in exchange for prophesy and revolution. He is toluene nightdreams rolled together, tucked away, hidden in the apse. Christ the Kahn sings like a mellotron, programmed and willing to please ears, like corn pleases a flatpickin' Okie. Genghis Jesus won the war of love and hate by hitting the jackpot of Mongol bungle bellows roaring across the Sea of Japan. Shohondo shakers shake fingers at losers lost on the Pathway home. The lost losers want others to follow them but no one will. The found ones' laughter blasphemes the lie, watching pleased as ALL religions die.

NightWalks The Ravens in that space

Women In Movement Cropduster Genghis Jesus

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