reflections of a northern wind

 

blind man

talks the blues

sweet rain

carrying his soul

away

not words who

walk his lips

dance his tears

not dreams

shattered upon midnight cold

old wooden windows

cast upon a mirrorís image

life

in beauty in pain

in love

in loss

reflections of a northern wind

across a long refrain

carries truth

                                                    - jude

 

 

 

 

  

north of time/a southern rhyme

 

where is this place

i find myself

sitting in my silence

music in drift

open sky shares

blue is the warm wind

my body feels old

yet

iím at ease

southern rhyme

time lies lost

as in an older manís

whispers

so much already said

so much already lived

still

tomorrow is more then

just another day

what echoes dare to remind

in a moment of youth and

dreaming winds

tomorrow a mirror image of yesterday

where is this place

memory or reality

                                                     - jude

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Just a traveling rhyme

 

a time to rhyme

a call

from a rhythm inside

echoes from a jar of ice

ocean waves

mirror green

long blue sky

a stolen song

wets your lips

images of hard concrete

on a lost san Francisco street

the fillmore west

lonely in its defeat

a brownstone full

just 1960 hippies lost within

their own shadows

no one left dancing

on height ashbury street

looking for us1 south

no time

encroaching fog

if one stands still

listening to a long song

riding a vw mini-bus dream

beautiful souls

sweeter strawberries

a distance in your memory

young girl carried in a shell

lost to shattered

cold eyes

such those ever rides

long hills

deep river forest

ocean smells

blue sighs

so near

past midnight

keeper of the flames

holds the light

a lost girl held tight

just a traveling rhyme

calls

from the rhythm inside

lost dreams in a jar

of water

river within your soul

where a heart

can only know

                                       - jude

 

 

 

 

 

 sunday child Ė for Madison

 

sunday child

looking for peace

dreaming of home

deep sky yearning

lost in a chameleon cloudís

rhythm

girl with her woman eyes

young woman with her younger

girl sighs

seeing

the long road

walking

winding river paths

if water

wind carries a white birdís

freedom

never just another song

                                                                        - jude

 

 

 

 

 

 

  high mountain water free

 

if you could dance

midnight moon wind

deep within such as

might be called sin

if you could refuse

to carry or care

in life

where the silence

only free men own

if

your dreams shatter

all those mirrors

of time

sea shell full of mountain

water

unfrozen

as your soul

shall you know what you see

reasons to bleed

seasons to believe

as such where wind

dares begin

                                                - jude

 

 

 

riptide slide

 

river water slow tide

dead air no drift

riptide slide

shadow images

slow clock trace

where seconds beat

hard and fast

what have you seen

in-between

the walk of stars

beating their rhythm of

silence

where a poetís words

go unheard

where sand dreams

their chameleon screams

just drift

light across shadows

between birth and death

is

all the rest

                                          - jude

 

 

 

 

 

on a cross of history lost

 

west 4th street

shadow music

caught as time

between street lamps

midnight recession

within a shadow puppet show

on a stained brick wall

marking history on

a cross of history lost

lovers exchanging long sips

of light

easily lost to a darkened street

night

bar stools full

shadow-light filled doorways

whiskey glasses empty

an aging childís song

caught as a frozen tear

in oneís eye

but as a dream

or wind blowing

down a long echo

                                                     - jude

 

 

 

no retreat

 

catching a glimpse

a lost tribe of free

antelope

deep on the hills

and valleys

sweet freedom of

the unseen

where under the shade-less

sun

long plains of kansas

a state of being

a state of the united states

before me a long new

highway built

behind me

an island of weighted sand

windless heat

seemingly no retreat

sweat on the hand of

a blind lover

if one runs to be

unseen

if to see

the mirror of an

endless sea

only a man

lost to the seasons

dares

no retreat

                                                   - jude

 

 

 

 grown too old

 

dream whisper quiet

on a wind

midnight gust

dancing between

drops of rain

within a heave southern fall

you call

lover without a name

words without sand

to write upon

memory

in black and white

 

donít bleed on me

just

lay down where the

grass grows dead

sand in my soul

counting

the echoes

lying as graves

so are the eyes

of a man

grown too old

to taste the water

                                    - jude

 

 

 

a long windís time

no believing

time

tired legs marching

to the lost man rhyme

 

what does a young man

see

if hope that tomorrow

a better way of movement

on

from a broken yesterday

able to see a sweet country

where greed is no longer

a seed to happiness

if only ones younger days

remain

sometimes

too much memory

blows a stronger wind

crowded voices and no refrain

too many playing the fool

no jester to carry free

the silence

trying to believe

crying to see

mirror of a young manís

believing

his daring eyes seeing

 

no believing

a long windís time

against

tired legs marching

to the lost men rhyme

hoping

all the young men see

                                                         - jude

 

 

 

 

 

 

empty tries

 

late night shadows call

if her red stained

tired eyes

and cheese cloth stains

adrift on a slow desert

sans storm

between the clicks of

tick and tock

her cold feet

can only remember

warm earth summer

tall oak dreams

seeds caught between his lips

and anotherís words

trying so hard to believe

in his north country dream

her song sweet and background

soft

hard loviní only

her body remembers

soft blue quilt patched

earth sewn into a deep

empty sky

crystal tears draw their silence

open palms and

tired eyes

                                                             - jude

 

 

 

 

 

 leaves falling brown onto concrete sidewalks

 

110th street gargoyle watch

hard dreaming concrete

sidewalk walking

ice carved as a soul

eyes on the run

daring to love (but not)

girl alone

window frame calling

falling from 12 stories high

lost boy almost stops

lost to a central park nyc

clock

on the wrong side of a street

easily finds a man-childís

words

crossing dreams without sound

atlantic green ocean crashes

where

mid-day ďaĒ subway refrain

autumn light

broken mirror

reflections through a

black iron fence

lovers caught in white marble

tear

almost lovers without love

hard loviní boy

leaving no footprints on

hard packed sand

deeper calls from an empty hand

poor boy freeze

manhatten cold cross wind breeze

where a young boy

lost

his words

                                                                       - jude

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

prayers for the children lost

 

street dancing

jester poets

bled all the sidewalks

clean

for all those who dared

to see what it all

could mean

inside

tear stains

carved their walls

where they carried the graves

the souls of children

dying dead

lined as crosses

crowding large wooden

doors

holding what prayers

within that church of

golden idols

and all its whispers

promises

silence

all these years

the tears

just silence

so now

where are all of my countryís

street dancers

as once again

those golden idols are lining

the walls of our churches

and all their whispers

promises

graves

 

where are the angels

do they still bleed

their tears

for us?

Ah, my lost jester poets

Where have you fallenÖ

                                                         - jude

 

 

 

 

morning song for cathy

 

seeing what she believes in

while daring to sin

but not

while mirror dancing

on a train from paris

morning songs

sung quiet

san francisco yesterday dreams

echo

long jazz moments

sugar on the mouth beignets

where her sighs are sweet

she walks to cross the street

without retreat

walking before tomorrow

                                                                 - jude

 

 

 

 

 

 driftwood totem

 

ocean water

clean across toes

deep staring

eyes lost between

horizon and forever

teats carving

driftwood log

totem protection

incisions cut as revisions

as free men

close their empty eyes

moon light voids

lost children

with nowhere to go

what

it all really means

soulless white men

color sand to only

their liking

old men dream

knowing what

painted mirrors concede

sun drying

waves sighing

driftwood totem

toes buried in the sand

                                                                      - jude

 

 

 

  

freedom

 

crossing chains

till only

the sky remains

drinking cheap wine

walking west 4th street

night-lamp shadows

only echoes that dare

speak

believing bleeding is freedom

                                                       - jude

 

 

 

 

runaway girl

 

sad eyes

child of

the long sunrise

no water to sing

her dreams free

runaway girl

younger than older

any deeper wind night

san francisco street defeat

freedom whispered through

her sighs

yet retreat colored her tries

singing anotherís sweet blues

till ant morning on rise

mirror mirror

shattered glass on a

scared wooden floor 

                                                               - jude

 

 

 

 

 

 as traveling rhythm defines

 

fast walking

slow talking

a man with hard blue eyes

grey gravel stained highways

long song

traveling rhythm

patterns carved

rodinís ďles bourgeous de CalaisĒ

moving circled revisions

cold blue moonlight full

echoes as shadows

sleeping trees

out of time

slow walking

whisper dance silence

within an empty blue jean pocket

carrying salt before tomorrow

love before sorrow

dreams as naked footprints

marking distance

west along white lines

                                            - jude

 

 

 

 

 

 

long ocean sighs

 

lost in faraway

eyes carving

storm dream clouds

east wind sighs

trying to remember

her face

drawn across such long words

written

old school

a stamp and all the rest

high pine green eyes sweet

if ever I was so young

desert stars ever clean

her warmth

close to a dream

farther than the atlantic oceanís

silence

young and trying

never to say good-bye

oh

these east wind

atlantic ocean whispers

                                - jude

 

 

 

 

 

 

 wind blowing from a poetís sight

 

young girl thought

as her grandmother told

she has the sight

on the internet

she would write

of

her tarot card dreams

trying

to see

what old rhymes mean

young girl danced belonging

until

by chance

so is the electronic highway

simply a poet

maybe just a bit mad

who

on a dare

a challenge

to time

and an old rhythm

laying out his dusty tarot

blown by a wind

of only a poetís sight

no history of what is real

or not

paper man

merely a letter for the mail

a picture of a young mother

wanting to be seen

by cards drawn from

deep silence and a long history

young girl believed

until she became touched by

a poetís sight

what mirror shaded her

if truth

if reality

if a breath from

tomorrow

mirror mirror

who is she

this louisiana girl  lost

                                          - jude

 

rainbow sighs

 

rain walks its stage

sweet rage

dreams fly

as wind cries

painted eyes chalk colored

brick building wall

trying to see

between drops of

rainbow sighs

trying to be

between seasons

where light

crosses your soul

blinded you know

if treason

what do they mean

sweeter rage

lost reason blues

painted heart

night air songs

 

                    - jude

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

train window rain

 

singing to such as

patterns across the sky

dancing where between

northern seasons

they do change

sitting so quiet on ocean rock

sweet salt water rain

kept dry by an old coat

color carved

the stain

of moon light echoes

shadow beach

memories call to sand

dreams carry

as the wind forgets

what the color of night

means

and yet

still the deep sighs

carry the taste of her eyes

as the rage of our tries

battling across

ancient stages

lost wars

easy is a young girlís love

open grave refrain

oh, her cold lips

still warm a full moonís night

mirrors shattered

shadows catch

train window rain

calling to a blind manís

time

a fall of seconds

without revisions

if dancing where

between

 

                  - jude

 

 

 

 

 

tomorrows

 

far away

so far

but

from where

is it time who

paints my mirror of rhyme

or

a piece of earth

of which i came to crave

dusk sighs

belief in tomorrows

sunsets

painting waterfall rainbows

across young man lost songs

soft drift

rhythm at rest

sweet retreat

till

those concrete highways call

                                                                         - jude

 

 

 

 

  

silence

 

between

shadow and night

black hole fright

fighting

natureís stage

daring

to believe

in forever

man loves woman

tomorrow is yesterday

yet

only silence breathes

in between

                                                   - jude

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

sand castle crumbs

 

faces within the trees

hidden forest

autumn dying leaves

wordless sky wandering

shattered glass clouds

river of sighs

waterfall through open fingers

dreams blood red

blind men

listening to their

white man blues

soil

sand castle crumbs

falling

calling

seeding

moon lit shadow night

seeing the morning fall

                                                           - jude

 

 

 

  

  

deep banshee blues

 

empty my soul

quiet screaming

carving her light

onto a living tree

still seeing her seeing me

trying to dream

through waterfall tears

deep banshee blues

a child lost

an emptiness eternal

unbelievable.

                   - jude

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

on a beach of clouds

 

sandcastles

a childís dream

held

where a heart believes

in her today

beginnings

lasting forever

woman alone

on a beach of clouds

seeing

deep blue mirror

rippled by an aging wind

reflections

inside images

drawn as rhythm

lines

pictures across time

a young soul

with somewhere to go

                                                       - jude

 

 

 

 

 

 echo rhyme treason

 

dark skies

silver

echo rhyme treason

ice and light

mirror in the night

star excite

reflections

just a moment between

silence

beauty

where tomorrow calls

                                                    - jude

 

 

 

 

 

 

 morning of the night

 

moments

on the breath of

trees

reflections off a silver leaf

chill wind

earthís one sin

blood mirror

child to woman

formed

beauty whispers

truth calls to

the drift

of light

morning of the night

tomorrow is a season

where

she lives

without reason

                                                              - jude

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

yet the heart

 

time no longer speaks

silence owns your soul

yet the heart

the color of your

living dreams

walks still free

dare you

see beyond the mirror

into where

music echoes

a universe speaks

a young man seeks

the old man who

still sings

lives forever

                   - jude

 

 

 

 

 believe

 

watercolor/winter light

drawn

lines of blood ink

echoes

water whispers

color soft as

clouds in dream

can love be carved

live wood

roots reaching deep

earth worn in touch

undisturbed

hands bound to fingers

touching truth

evening calling

distant bells ringing

mother earth

a girl child singing

dusk starlight

falling

believing in

seasons of sight

                                         - jude

 

 

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