Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Downstream Reflection

I followed you
Your emotions now old
Still apply to me and the water 
In the river cold
Heart still push the blood flow
Eyes still glow in the sun
Maybe most of the time...
The garden in winter tries to
Remind me of you...
And the important things...
Not everyone knows 
And it just makes me sadder
And it just makes you calm
Not being around...
Not being who I'm supposed to...
Not knowing who you are. 

Blessing

The children are out
The bells are hung
The door closes behind... 
As the lady in the Church
Appears to me from beyond the window

I know who you are
As though I've known you all along
I know you more
Than other people do,

The birds fly in a pattern
Like death ascending
Try not to cry...
Try not to miss this mornings

Snowfall. 

Again in the crowd
I am left alone in this world
Alone to the altar 
To decipher myself 

Counting blessings... 

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Abstract Realism

Maybe hours pass, maybe days
Weeks, months...years 
Before I come to terms with death.
In slow motion
Progress always won
The creator quick to dismiss his efforts...

Harmony collides with doubt 
And many awful things
Would you shelter from within me?
Silence this chaos, ease the pain

Would you open your eyes to
Identifying love when you see me here?

A feather on the skin
Five fingers to the tip...
A brush hits the paint
Words form in there shape..
.
Yet God is abstract?

I file away almost everything
A ghost cries softly in the wind
No one cared about, 
No one bought his art... 
No one gave a shit... 

Yet God is realism? 

Maybe hours pass, maybe days
Weeks, months...years 
Before I come to terms with death.

Would you shelter from within me?


Monday, December 10, 2012

Down the in Darkness


Levitate inwards. Recite the psalms 
Incantations of spirits, rise 
Dissolving into the night forever 
Distant bells ring aloud 
Moonshine creeps down past the church spires. 
Their shadow flickers and waves 
A wind shakes the trees 
They look like skeletons lurching upon the skies canvas. 
Shifting clouds obstruct the moonlight 
Contrasting sepia candle from down the in darkness. 
Reaching out closer and closer 
Engulfing all into white shrouded realms 

Cold silence outward 
Reaches the steps of where we want to climb, 
Nothing is distinguished 
Except the patterns in our hearts all broken up 
And observed wrong, 
Viewers search for bodies of light or figures 
Drawing in ‘the out of frame’ 

Viewers search for colliding waves on this ocean of sound 

Someone heard nothing…. 

Viewers search for logical ways in a world where nothing’s pure 

No soul is sacred… 

Propose to the wind 
Enthroned it beckons 
Recite the psalms. Levitate inwards 

Trevor James & Alec Wildey 
December 10, 2012

Sunday, December 2, 2012

Opposite Planes

Follow the steps growing narrow 
Towards the light 
My gift, the sun escapes 
Through the trees 
Fails my belief 
Like the wings of tomorrow 
The leaves of yesteryear 

All points narrow 
The exit grows smaller and smaller 
Until all light is extinguished. 
Ashes and dust settle into faded 
Monuments 

The reasons now, more unclear 
The fear and friendly voices, 
Songs of happiness and depression 
Mold together 
How far the gap between 
Life and death do I have to be 

To reach the bottom? 

To stand still while the lights flicker 
Upon the wheel always swirling around. 
In this threshold forsaken between 
Opposite planes 
Low down in the river waters 
Streamed past the dark forest 
Into the sewer, drops rotating 

How can I conspire 
Against the saddest fact? 
You have to find peace somehow 
Have to find dependence, 

To carry the weight 
A little more at a time 
To support the balance. 
To have more strength in the end 

The burden is a sacrifice 
FOR US ALL 
What matters is we die.... 

Come back in the flower scent 
LIKE ROTATING DROPS

My gift, the sun escapes 
Through the trees 
Fails my belief 
Like the wings of tomorrow 
The leaves of yesteryear 

Alec Wildey & Trevor James 
December 1, 2012