Davenport Hilltop Foggy Oceanview BW

oceans are dreams (jhwatkins)

 

Oceans are dreams, that rise and fall

beyond the conscious mind.

Vast volumed vaults transitioning-

rolling ridges ranging high.

 

Joined with all creation,

dance-like liquid living beings-

quiet, dark depths of passion fire-

eternally careening.

 

Held in viscous vision,

caught between the separate worlds-

all heaven and earthy creature-

floating figured forms unfurled.

 

Ghosts-aglow and gaping-

gathered gremlins, timeless trails-

beyond all thought or reason-

hidden highways, watery veils.

 

Desperate, driven, hungry hunters-

casual commerce-bloody blades.

Liquid-larcened fathoms fallen,

fevered fits in cavalcade.

 

Contrasts, calm and constant-

consummation, cold desire-

carefully crushed by eons,

in vile volcanic fire.

 

Down some corridor they creep-

until in rest revealed-

unto the doubting dreamers-

caustic children, filled with fear.

 

Decision paths of plans performed,

adrift in thoughtless themes.

Gathered golden wisdom,

wrapped in scientific schemes.

 

Predetermined, parliamentary,

railing posted parts prevail-

racked with frail-formed falsities

in fictional detail.

 

Loving lost the guide unseen

that rules the changeless world-

and brings us back to view the sea

in vision's vacuumed swirl.

 

Childlike faith-vast beauty breathed,

an author, bold and bare-

for silence sake, stark stepping stones-

it's wealth unfolding fair.

 

Troll the tame and turning tide,

that flows in measured ebb.

Rolled rhythmic rows of constancy

in concentrated web.

 

Held hot the hidden history,

revealing holy fare-

formed fellowships and mysteries-

plain patterns painted there.

 

To see the unseen signature-

to touch the untouched realm-

to gaze at guardian glory...

graced...

by Starred..

Ascending..

Stair.

 

James watkins (April 2004)

 

Revolutions (JHWatkins 2024)

 

The beginning found the smallest place to start

It came directly from the heart

One word rose lonely from the core

Revolutions spun slowly from that sudden spore

Revelation removed from time

Flooded cracks along a line

Intersected by a space

Then folded neatly into place

It came to rest inside of me

Completed formed within the tree

Down the slap slide slips to root

A family gained with spares to boot

This moment turns to tame the tide

Fear's hit the fan no place to hide

Come to heel you quantum fires

Take back the ground and stop the liars-

Round and round and back again

A challenge to the sons of men

To stay upon foundation’s strong

Against the dark….

Before we’re gone…. James Watkins

Done