23 Wolves

a child contemplates the universe / pretending to play / as she counts the blades of grass / her dreams dancing in the rain / angels come to take their share / like a tickle in a dream / that leaves you half asleep / watching over / -hearts cooling in the dark / as a stranger spoke of 23 wolves / I saw one / he spoke in my dream / all white and moving slow / walking along a dusty road / he stopped mid-stride / he looked back at me / beckoning , from over his shoulder / heaven wasn’t sending / gold plated RVSP’s today / I did not follow his knowing gaze. AZAB

Spills On The Floor

in this perceptive moment of grandeur / my darling / if I was gold and honey / in your private dreams of labour / where would you go? / while angels wings dry and rust / to your guarded delicate core / fragile in the night’s shade / your reckless tears quenching / the prisoner held inside / you live inside me now / like a bullet ripping through flesh / my attention ,severe and complete / gathering / the sunshine that slips through your fingers / before it spills onto the floor . Azab

FEARLESS

The earths spirits now embrace me / they must of took hold / through the souls of my feet / as I stood fearless / long before / I was forced to grow up / in a single moment / when youth was not allowed to make it’s appearance / and I stood there fearless / the days cried out in anger / the nights cried out in shame / I spoke softly , but wished to scream / kept silent by the nobleness of intention / cloaked in embarrassed honesty / I wandered like thunder lost in the rain / surviving by instinct that travels lightly / savouring the sacred time / between / when the brush leaves the paint / and before it strokes the canvas /
I stood fearless / now I live in a basement suite / death hanging around my door / reaching for heaven up above / and the devil grabbing at my feet . Azab

DREAMS 1

I was up on the roof / collecting pennies from my past / the phone ringing / as I went to see my agent / nice lady that she was / said the woman that was her client / was desperate for me / to “house sit” the nicest house on the street / but while the door was open / the wind stole my feet / it took me towards the meeting of the rivers / walking back from the viewing / the crews were tearing up the streets / the native kid slowed down on his bicycle / smiling and talking friendly / he was wearing a black bandanna / tight on his head / told me he was from the best gang on the block / it was only then that I realized / that I was glad I was in the poor side of town / then in the confluence of habits / an invitation was sent / I was urgently requested to attend / the next competition / where all the games are rigged / and all engines are stalled / but it was deemed that I was not successful enough / to keep vices . Azab

PLACES

there are places / places where there is no life / only wanderers / and the pleasure of sacrifice / where peasants skirts dust refugee trails / and the troubadours speak bluntly / walking on the fingertips of applause / places where beauty dances and sparkles / in the raindrops splash , suspended over a still lake / where small peeks at heaven / are served with generous portions of hell / where the sun fades like an old cliche / and moans like a broken promise / Places are the times I have seen / the immaculate timing wished for / to be dreaming the same dreams / and I wonder where you will be ? / or where I’ll be ? / in the expanse of memory / will I see you / within the sight of perfectly powdered recollections / as a queens whisper in a paupers breath / or as tears , drying in the settling dust / in the places that have never been searched before / embraced in a lovers wet crush / where devils and angels drown /
and when this final season slams the door / in the stillnes , feel my caress / as it whispers in the breeze by your ear. Azab

IN STRIDE

I walk into the old mans shaggy demeanour / in the stride that covers truths lies / I trace my prayers into the consuming sands / offerings to all the lumbering Gods / as I give my stifled thoughts away / to all good frightened prisoners of cicumstance / for those afraid of their turn to be real / for those that have outlived their time / I tread softly when I reach the hard ground / keeping track of moulding memories / for those that throw it all out there / just to see how far the pieces go . Azab

While God Was Sleeping

while God was sleeping / hard lines formed on the hard faces / crowds ask you to dance / will we still dance on dying day? / all wanderers / irreverent of circumstance / not conscious of the past / sound the crisis bell / for those that can not look into your eyes / to drag and ponder / while God was sleeping / I found the passion in tranquility / left the note / I’ll be leaving soon / only taking a bit of the starshine / will God awaken / before the suns rays start dripping down / and sincerity is lost in the rush. Azab

Thoughts of Gold

I // if I walk in thoughts of gold / tranquil but never still / and ask who is standing at the door / in the lazy journeys comfort / allow my kiss to sink into the fragrance of your skin / try not to disturb the dust on the floor / or get lost in the forests of time / but bask in my sincere informal luxury / till you’ve had your taste , had your fill / do not hide your great romance within / II // if I turn to face faces of silver / let the others drink the whiskey on the counter / while the future cries in it’s static rage / stuck in the past that is forever / singing drunken tainted melodies / to Raskolnikov’s squirming soul / let them forever remain prisoners of circumstance / III // if I bask in earthly glory / remembering / the first time that Manitou took away my wind / and left a sweet tickle in a frivolous heart / leave me to sun in the spirits glory / and turn my face towards the sky / IV // if I stand corrected / at the innocents brawl / and for a moment step away / from the sanitized correct role of denial /
and watch paupers , peasants and poor keep the peace / while kings ,queens and governments commit mass murder / uniformed hoodlums answering the call / mindless soldiers / enforcing politicians bribed law / the carpenters son and the bootleggers in cahouts / swinging guns and propaganda / V // if I walk in thoughts of gold / tranquil but never still / allow my kiss to sink into the fragrance of your skin / you hold the only honest place I have left to go. Azab

Footprints In The Snow

I lift the grave stones to take a peek / summon the energy from earthly sleeps / that envelope my essence / in endless space / the night cries out playful / then steps out with a knife / demanding gods playful design / that condemns us all as hypocrites / to strong to be tranquil / to weak to leave an honest reply / the first trail left in the snow / has been blown over and filled in / as I listen to the stars shine / on this journey that is more than the destination. Azab

I Am Guest

at this horizon that opens welcoming / generous / as I recall the eyes that shined and opened / wider than all the sky / with all the lands vibrance / the seas power and the rivers soul / in the places open , graced with power / in the knowing accepting heart / you led this guest into the living forests of time / where I found strength in a humble solid stance / I walk slowly past the places where the old bones rest / the weight of the fragrance of the sea / slow my footsteps to respectfully linger / I stood open at your grand fathers spot / open in the flow / accepting the responsibility of what I yet not know / my promise kept / I put the offer in the rivers flow / through my hand your grandfather lit the offer / as has been done for many , many times before / all must come , all must go / as I leave for the journey that never ends / people feel the presence within / and feel gaze that casts the bond / into the heart and beyond . Azab

The Seas Lullaby

when there are no medicines left that cure / bandage my soul with mountain mists / and let the earth become my bed / the sky my roof / the seas my lullaby / my dreams riding on the blowing air. Azab

Sweet Angels

here in the half naked darkness / I do not know if there are any truths in death / but I am sure that there are no lies / and the vacancy that is left / when sweet angels stop dancing in my dreams . Azab

A Woman's Lie

I shovel new soil under each footstep / as I do not wish to haunt your dreams / while into my blood / characters stack new character / pushing forward to through the uncharted voids / I close the wounds and enjoy the ride / as there is new air in each breath / some is stale with life’s maliciousness / some is fresh honeyed anticipation / when I am the sea I watch the sky / when I am the land I watch the sea / when I am air I ride the wind / remaining as honest as a woman’s lie / and tight lipped as a priests vow. Azab

Treading Softly

I tread softly / not wanting to disturb the bullets lodged in your heart / singing songs that hold me close / as a comforting ghost against your skin / life moves from a trot to a gallop towards the end / the living water and vibrant rock / will be my brother and sister / there is no life here only wanderers / unfurl your wrinkled brow / smile at the strangers in my dreams / I will find the one single perfect missle / that strikes the heart / when it understands / the love of the kiss that sits on a grandmothers wrinkled face. Azab

Two Stangers

two strangers stand in the searing dooway / running past standard stares / in priceless naked conversation / a kalaidescope of anticipation unfolds / in the itinerate promises of ananomity / flattery , the tongues golden careess / warms loves waiting embers / two stangers stand past the searing doorway / falling to the waiting floor. Azab

Wieghtless

we all know / places where no one goes / are full and bursting at the seams / ambitions check maps for Pleasantville / essence and desire necessitate stronger tastier pleasures / let the weight fall away / exposing luscious thoughts / will strong kisses satisfy your wounds / white knuckles kneading sheets / I feel your quiver when your world stops / paint my windows black / welcome to your fires / let me tell you all you want to hear / not stopping / your shiny beauty’s silky slide / while pasting smiles on your wet lips. Azab

Bandits and Black Lace Garters

I step softly and walk as a ghost / on my way to speak at the transients ball / where no one will stop to listen / watch the silent rails foreward advance / to places no one watches / I cry at the call of a humble mans glory / and finish speaking when I stop listening / I no longer stop to see who is screaming / work there is cheap / handed out by bandits dressed in black lace garters / leaving causulties in the wake of their taking / I look for old friends in the faces of the clouds that are approaching / holding on to the tatterd standards of glory / sit down at the places where music was once playing / pieces of comfort are strewn in the roadway / pray that all is not lost / when the last soul is sent / bandits with bandoliers loaded with intrusion come knocking / fully equipped but unprepared / to strike at the plastered shadows triumphs / from stalling the ancient’s fruitless calls of experience / telling you time will strain your will and enlightenment / “you may live here” in this ordered stall / “but you may not live lively” . Azab

Sand Washed Away

the secret places in the garden are closed today / transforming preachers scratched wounds / to sand washed away / I touch your hand while you hold my liberty / you lock up what you don’t undersatnd / I will find beauty in humanities disappointments / and see you at the places where dreams begin / waiting / desperate as a child waiting for a fathers kind word . / Azab

Steps

each step closes time in / spring bring me your last call / come willingly or not at all / drifting in precious airy blue / soul sellers crowd the aisles / kept ! moving , silent / the last rainbow slips into the sea. / Azab

Got Consults the Coyote

I am not certain that I can follow the leafs patterned fall / from birth to regrowth to birth at all / standing in suppressed depression / cold as a cops heart / wait till the sun drops tomorrow / pieces of blood trails stuck to your sighs / where will we bleed? where will we lead ? / do not wait till they want you dead / play the executioners song instead / leading by intention / God consults the coyote / living by presumption / now ! before the signs are lost / dig fast dig deep / dig deep dig fast / the executioners song will be sung at last / the starlight engine refuses sincere advances / cornered in awkward glances / God consults the coyote. //Azab