Archive for October, 2013

Image of Buddha photograph in this collage is by Andrejs Pidjass

Image of Buddha photograph in this collage is by Andrejs Pidjass

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by

Rod C. Stryker

It’s been a while since my last post. Hope you like it.

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The stones take hold,

vibrating,

pounding through the bones,

echoing from vague cathedrals

of remembered futures and real fantasies

to coasts w/castles that stand stoic,

solitary.

Memory plays tricks and

treats the deja vu

w/slight-of-hand,

keeping that familiar

image

tantalizing, tingling, dancing

back into the mist.

And those stones,

standing on a hill,

their glow surreal,

charged w/Gaia’s blood,

Her magic.

Static through every moon’s face,

Laced w/ill-defined fairy tales.

Tragic that so few

can breath Her sweet scent

and have the cloying fragrance

fill every pore to the brim

until the burning light

is coursing through

grey-matter-jelly, legs, arms,

stripping the heart to its meaty core,

birthing ideas as children

but bearing our most tender

child,                                                                Hope.

by

Rod C. Stryker

This poem was published in my book, Exploits of a Sun Poet.The spoken word recording was included in my album also named Exploits of a Sun Poet. Hope you like it.

photograph by Giovanni Gagliardi and Rod C. Stryker

The limousine

quietly slices through

    red and green lights

and is swallowed whole by the silent

streets.

Violet meets twilight eve

w/a grizzled

dog pack chasing

   the current bitch,

   tonight’s itch.

      Homeless Charlie

   belches, scratches

and takes a

drag on his last clove

  before stumblin’ for

shelter.

    A Jehovah’s Witness

tries to gain another

   convert       

to justify his faith,

his “truth.”

    A restaurant

sign quips,

see how our salmon

swims on a bed

of fettucine.

All this while

little Savannah

sings

and

jumps rope

on Broadway &

3rd.

by

Rod C. Stryker

This poem was published in my book, Exploits of a Sun Poet. The spoken word track is part of my spoken word album also called, Exploits of a Sun Poet. Hope you like it.