Grandiew ominous

Six views

Grandview Skies

Baseball Skies 2

On the Road to Thurmond

Baseball Skies

Bricks and Parasites(to EA)

Bricks and Parasites, (to EA)

constriction

does the machine’s roar

hope to drown out

the steadily calling silence

from within

we fight 

all forms

of debasement

while the world

mutes all colors

we still see

the light

its beam

leads on

not forward

or back

for all paths

converge

inside 

boundless horizons

EB 1982

Sleep

Sleep

Sleeps sneaks about every night,

slips into your room at a certain o’clock

and climbs into bed,

Eyes wide open, fading,

Falling

Fast 

Asleep

EB 1979

You

You

By fire’s glow I sit

and listen for your step.

Flames so high

yet there’s a chill

For no fire’s warmth 

can be you

EB 1979

Is God A Waring Blender?

Is God a Waring Blender?

Heaven’s machinery grinds on.

Mixed fruit super smoothie,

floating foreign objects

stick in straws,

strawberries, stuck,

make for heavy slurping sounds,

Always,

but bananas,

yogurt, and

orange

mix

through and through.

Waring blenders work in mysterious ways.

Shake, whip, chop or mix,

puree,

Same speed, different noises.

Homogenized

Destiny

Strawberries,

the chosen fruit,

block straws everlasting.

EB 1980

Petunias

Becalmed

A wide expanse of calm blue water

Unmoored

Adrift

Only horizon in my sights

Becalmed but moving on an unseen current

To the end of the world

To the end of time

Staring hard 

the sky and sea are no different

I do not know which I float in

I only know there is movement

That I do not cause

But feel inside me

EB

Fire Triology

Fire Trilogy

A fire so hot

  everything

     becomes

        nothing

 it will go 

till it is finished

Surely, that is the key.

Those that burn slightly 

go out, but are not complete.

                                                 Does it burn?

                                                 See the flame.

                                                 But does it burn?

                                                 Feel the warmth.

                                                 But is it real?

                                                 Will it ever be

                                                 unless it is tried.

                                                 But will the pain be worth the truth?

             As it burns low

             do you know when it is finished?

             Ever really see it end?

             It starts,

             A spark, a sputter,

             a glow.

             And it ends.

             But did you ever hear it crackle

             after you thought it long gone?

EB 1979

Choice

Choice

Time just burns away,

at times,

like a small log

in a bonfire.

Easy to watch 

but too hot to grasp.

Anyway, the ashes blow away 

before you even have a chance.

And you look to the sky

Maybe a glow,

a sparkle,

or just blue,

still,

and you can’t hold it.

Eyes gaze upward

near to infinity

but the feet 

ah, the feet,

stand firm

on solid good earth.

Between the toes it gets,

It feels and can be felt

EB 1979

Alone

You feel the pain edging up your side and

you want to call it loneliness

but you know it’s just the miles

tugging at your innards, begging you to stop

and no longer can you stop.

for you, this is life.

And maybe it is a loneliness, a cry to be heard.

Alone I am

you cannot hold me

I cannot stop

this ceaseless movement

is for me

life

a ritual

time misspent

but not wasted

Alone

EB 1979

Plight of a Modern Day Catholic

Plight of a Modern Day Catholic

Jesus came this morning

as a small butterfly

alighting on a yellow flower

outside my window

inside me 

I wept

for no sooner did I recognize him

had he gone.

EB 1979

Sleep

Sleep

Sleeps sneaks about every night,

slips into your room at a certain o’clock

and climbs into bed,

Eyes wide open, fading,

Falling

Fast 

Asleep

EB 1979

The shadow shows us light

The shadow shows us light

Strain to hear the space

between the notes

and you will lose

the song

but gain the meaning of sound

repeat the verse 

without the words

and thought 

will come to you

the shadow shows us light

and you think you can know

yourself 

alone

EB 1985

She walks alone

Those kind of summer days

Artwork

Things in my forest

New River Gorge scenes