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 mirror’s 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
i’m at ease
southern rhyme
time lies lost
as in an older man’s
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 – for Madison
sunday child
looking for peace
dreaming of home
deep sky yearning
lost in a chameleon cloud’s
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 bird’s
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 poet’s 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 child’s song
caught as a frozen tear
in one’s 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
don’t 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 wind’s 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 man’s
believing
his daring eyes seeing
no believing
a long wind’s 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 another’s words
trying so hard to believe
in his north country dream
her song sweet and background
soft
hard lovin’ 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-child’s
words
crossing dreams without sound
atlantic green ocean crashes
where
mid-day “a” subway refrain
autumn light
broken mirror
reflections through a
black iron fence
lovers caught in white marble
tear
almost lovers without love
hard lovin’ 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 country’s
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 fallen…
- 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 another’s 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
rodin’s “les bourgeous de Calais”
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 ocean’s
silence
young and trying
never to say good-bye
oh
these east wind
atlantic ocean whispers
- jude
wind blowing from a poet’s 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 poet’s 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 poet’s 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 girl’s love
open grave refrain
oh, her cold lips
still warm a full moon’s night
mirrors shattered
shadows catch
train window rain
calling to a blind man’s
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
nature’s 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 child’s 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
earth’s 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