Flight: Poems by Shane Caraveo
Flight
Poems by Shane Caraveo
(C)OPYRIGHT 1991,2000 BY SHANE CARAVEO
the bird and bee
lay dead
on a tranquil sea
lost
in the depression of a wave
to late for life to save...
The Bird
once flying high upon a current
electric blue feathers
cutting the air
with breathless ease
blown forward
and beyond time
by the most gentile breeze
crying the battle cry
beast of prey
singing freedom and welcome
to the somber morning sun
pride, drowned only by joy.
The Bee
fuzzy soft yellow black
drunkenly floating
from scarlet rose
to scarlet rose
taking in the scent of life
lazily droning without purpose
to the beat of time
with no end.
then such a rush of air
the flurry of feather and fuzz
and for an instant of pristine time
the two
weightless they float
until the ruffle and tumble
of feathers and of fuzz
until the sting
then together they plummet
the bird and the bee
two lovers
laying dead
upon a tranquil sea.
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naught for the darkest tragedy
naught for the dimmest memory
of dreaded past
naught for loss of spoken word
nor rhyme nor light
which fall the last
have i apology or regret
naught for love, blossomed
and lost
naught for life, have it the
dearest most priceless cost
the world could end and
naught would i send
my deepest regrets
only for you,
my tears that i cry
only for you,
i wither and die.
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tattered curtains
on a deserted street
not really curtains
but rags
flapping against the wind
never a window
but a box
to keep out the cold
never really deserted
but surrounded
by campfires
by people
by night
voices awaken
drunken voices
drifting
from cardboard
to campfire
to darkened alley
disappearing down empty streets
the patter patter sound
of little feet
rise from the toll
of a dinner bell
of a nearby church
but for the cries of a child
silenced
by the cold
the bell
tolls to late
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The red smile of triumph
by nature, over nature
formed in the perfect blossom
of a burgundy rose
flowing in its veins
the wisdom of time
impaled upon its thorns
the tragedies of life
stretching to the sky
unfolding its mind
in the light of knowledge
dinning on the splendor
of golden sunlight
until in the end
wrinkled and grey with time
darkness enshrouds
lifting away life
and the tragedy of nature
over-runs the triumph of nature.
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Another breathless heartbeat
the swell of unconscious thought
electric spasms
forming a nervous twitch
adrenalin flowing
a bodily urge to run
to flee
miles
to put miles between
this place and me
but it follows
and wears disguise
the disguise of my own shell
living breathing eating
inside
tearing down
the walls
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blue white
shifting
curling
from a fiery birth
rising in hot passion
thick and strong
winding in and out
entangling all it touches
changing
at the whim of a breeze
not unlike the fumes
off the wand of a wizard
filled with dragon swirls
entrancing
though ignored
once captured
then released
pouring forth
with the power of a breath
forming shapeless shapes
then disappearing
into nothing
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In a moonlit distant land
Doth a man
old and withering stand
and to the world at hand
He cry his last demand
Father Sky, Mother Land
Wear me down
from pebble to sand
Lift me High, Take my Hand
'Take me now
From this moonlit distant Land.'
And now doth boom a voice
from wind and air
Old man
try to understand
Life and Death
go Hand in Hand
Brother and Sister
in a moonlit land
And despite your Great Demand
In this desolate land
Through Life and Death
You will Stand.
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Round
and fuLL of spirit
always a smiLe
and an open mind
ready and happy
to give refreshment
to a weary day
and cleanse the sorrow away
to quench the parched fibers
of a dry voice
or drain away the pain
of a hot summer day
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Sometimes gentle
swaying with ease
drifting and free
without color or sound
visible only in the swirls
of yellow leaves
on a still street
Sometimes forceful
to blow the streets clean
and drive a chill
to the bone
on a cold winter day
then disappear with a whistle
down an empty alley
Sometimes fearful
to make a great oak quake
and drive the small man inside
a reminder to the meek
often prelude
to the madness of god
always different
but always there
the wind will never die
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Open wounds
in the air
running blood
feeling of despair
World of fire
cold desire
rainbows shinning
out of nothing
Feeling fear
sense of plight
bearing no tear
I take flight
Dirty streets
angry faces
starring me down
I leave no trace
To the distance
leaving behind
all I knew
For something new...
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Round and round
we go round
chasing after dreams
without a sound
On and on
we go on
not knowing why
we go on
And it is all the same
no matter what we think
its just a game
we all play
And down we go
down we go
reaching the end
we wonder why
we played at all
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Time that is now past
learning the truth in front of us
now we stand alone at last
not knowing what to believe
fearing for the future
in a circle of lies
hearing the vulture cries
deep inside he hides
and the pain is great
never resort to violence and hate
still our minds debate
is revenge never to late?
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Massive masquerades
people on parade
showing different shades
of who they are
thoughts unknown
costumes of fear
mysteries not shown
never shedding tears
faces in disguise
peoples hidden lies
hidden in their eyes
the untold truth
hiding behind a mask
people in disguise
hiding from themselves
in massive masquerades
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A place without a place
a tense place
without comfort or happiness
I've been to this place
many times before
I am here now
and everywhere I go
I am here
at this place
but now
going from place to place
I grow weary
for I do not like this place
and yet I love it
though I long for another
a place of comfort
and happiness
will I ever find it
I do not know
but I know this is not it
and if I ever find it
I will look back
and I will miss this place
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I can still hear your scream
above the noise of my dream
I can still see your blood
in the rain on the street
I can hear your voice
over the crowd
I can feel your pulse
ebb away
Still they rejoice
brightened lights and lightened hearts
as though they had no choice
to be apart
do they hear your voice
and still rejoice
Steel grey eyes go to sleep
there is no secrete still to keep
steel grey eyes go to sleep
there is no secrete still to keep
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A child's voice
left to him no choice
the land desolate
no life in his eyes
we left him no choice
walking a path
many now walk
sores in his eyes
sore to his heart
we left him no choice
what did we leave him
the child that follows
what did we leave him
we left him no choice
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We live in the land
The land of the Free
Home of the Proud
This is America
This is America
Fascist Society
Believe in equality
Kill the minority
YES, This is America
Land of Peace
This is America
Home of the Warrior
This is America
Killing ourselves
for sake of
Race, Color or Creed
forming mini-militias
to feed our ever growing greed
This is America
YES, This is America
Land of Opportunity
This is America
and we do what were told
Because This is America
Land of the Free
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Like liquid Fire
Strong and Steady
Piercing
yet Soft and Delicate
a Powerful Gaze
Seducing
with Laughter
Entrancing
These are her eyes
Smooth full Lines
Graceful Curves
quick to make the Shape of a Smile
easily forming the
Soft Sweet Sound
of a Word
a Blessing to Whomever they touch
These are her Lips
Long and Supple
Delicate yet Pronounced
very Strong
with the air of Dignity
an Aristocrat
within Serene Surroundings
This is her nose
Long and Dark
Straight
Smooth
with the hint
of a Curl
at its Uttermost End
a Wonder it would be
to the Searching Fingers
of a Hand
This is her Hair
Soft
Full
Pale
Vibrant in its Youth
Youthful in its Curves
and Lines
Gliding in its Movement
This is her Skin
Together
A Delight to Eyes
Weary of this World
This
Is Her Face...
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I travel far, and long do I search
For something.
I see your face and I think
I'm in Love.
Stamped out of a plastic mold
just this morning,
Does she go with my outfit?
I think...
A miracle
to watch your waxed lips move
so beautiful
mouthing memorized seductions
at me.
Wondering where the time went
love so shallow so divine
remember the day you said goodbye
over a bottle of blood red wine
living in a forever world
forever gone
talking of cherished dreams
and how it seems
we cant go on
walking in shadows
of a never never time
dreaming a shattered dream
and now I seem
to be laying in a pool
of dripping red wine
Strange...
how the fear remains
like the cooling coals of a raging fire
to forever mare the face of the earth
Strange...
how easily I fear
loss and loneliness
and yet also
the loss of loneliness
Strange...
are the emotions and the lust
I have longed to feel
Strange...
how it is to fear love and yet also
to be in love with love itself
and to face my fears
is Strange in itself...
Middle of the night
glimpse at the first light
look into the night
and never look back
the past is past
the future comes fast
there is only you and me
make the time last
we may never meet again...
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