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Welcome to the Poetry Page!
Here you will find poems and stories from the heart.
Loving, tragic, kind, angry, and all inspired by life.
They were written by DaVinci over the years.
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Return to the Inner Sanctum
The Soul of Hawaii!!
June '96
Plunging my graceless body into the clear and restless sea,
I closed my dusty eyes and let that cool eternal flood wash over me.
As each new surging current bound me to her breast,
the ocean swept my soul and put my heart to rest.
I let her take me as she would,
a rolling, foaming, playful dance I understood.
Applied no strength to change her course,
and met, with full abandon, each eddy of her force.
I spread my arms, releasing every thought to dreams,
until that wild transparent world surrounded me.
The taste and smell of surfswept air,
the salty water dripping from my curling hair.
I lost myself into her heart,
accepted every awestruck part
of all those ancient souls. A growing sense of veneration,
wave upon wave, generation upon generation.
A tear of joy, fallen from my vanity,
joined this ocean's turbulent tranquility
----+----
Then I was the sea, flowing in those waves as one.
My eyes, though closed, became a thousand rays of sun,
sparkling, dancing toward the shore.
My body was confined to flesh no more.
I saw you there as sunset fell upon the beach.
One brief touch, into my darkening sight,
sent shivers through my deepest parts no mortal hand could reach.
I came to you, bowing low beneath your gracious light,
and brought you glossy, rainbow shells to keep.
You took them up in gentle hands, to save for darker nights.
But this was ours, this moonlit strand, you let your body fall,
into the grace of those ageless souls, you heard Hawaii's call.
Now I became the shepherd, massaging and embracing you.
The timeless swells, the distant drums, the spirits, proud and true.
Into my watery heaven, enticing and enfolding,
it was your very heart, your soul that I was holding.
Under the seductive and empowering hand,
of all the Gods that ever walked this land,
we made love under the moon and stars,
and only the swaying palms, and the soul of Hawaii were watching.........
Small Wonder
Thoughts from an engineer regarding the only miracle on earth.....life.
"A baby's born", these simple words,
So suddenly, with thought, expand,
From mountains, earth and universe
To spark of life, to grain of sand.
The miracle that masters chance
Leaves humble and without defense
The greatest of unlikelihoods
Too often called coincidence.
The stars and stones from here through time
Can all be cast, by mind of man,
To rhyme and reason well defined
But life remains beyond the plan.
To you a tiny spirit came,
A grain of sand, a common thing,
The tree of God, a brushing branch,
a wind that whispers, angels wings.
So wonder then, what glint, what light
Inhabits that small infants eye?
What universe does breath become
That thoughts of flesh and bone defy?
As grains of sand form beaches,
That cup the vast and endless sea,
A single smile can thus command
Our concept of eternity.
And as the sea so gently does
Caress the cradle it loves so much,
The child returns his miracle
In the harbor of your touch.
July '92
A Birthday in Hawaii
August '95
Another year gone by so fast,
but still not gone, just now a stitch, a patch in time,
a multi-colored quilt of the present and the past,
into the blend of fate's untwisting road.
The year just done, who's facts are straight,
remakes the quilt according to some vague, unguided code.
Just one lone constant, you and I can knit.
A single touch of hand, the same soft touch for years on end.
The same sole fingers intertwined, forever on, my constant friend.
I strive for honor every day, the higher ground,
to make the choice, to do God's will,
to till the soil that sprouts the human race, but still,
what could be love brings angry harvest, sometimes, in the end.
It's then I seek your healing touch my constant friend.
You are the center of my life
where all the grappling corners of the earth are stilled.
My staggered senses settle with a new resolve.
In tiny fractions, you and I,
will find a corner of this massive world to mend.
Such power and potential fills my heart,
each time I hold your hand my constant friend.
The tears of faith and love
tumble from my heart in such a way.
Each stumble, each temptation to take this life for granted
that plagues us all from time to time.
To deny the miracles that surround us every day.
We work, past all the misaimed mirrors,
beyond the false reflections of ourselves,
to share the holiness within us till the end.
And every step along the way, whether halting or with purpose,
Ill seek the balance of your hand my constant friend.
I love you now, your heart out on your sleeve,
your happiness, your pain
the things you do and don't believe.
I'll care for you each day, for every year I'm given.
Each crazy, boring, growing, loving, lazy, dreaming,
working, laughing, bustling day we're livin'.
The hand of fate reached out for me one day.
The heavens moved, a course was set,
the angels wanted me to find you then,
and since that time theyve found a way
that I could hold your tender heart in mine my constant friend.
Our hearts, our hands, are bound together in eternity.
No sooner could the sun not shine upon the earth,
than your friendship could not be a part of me.
Each wound is to us both, and in us both must heal.
Each joy is by our hearts and hands embraced,
and thus our friendship is revealed.
My peace, my heart, my soul is yours and all of this I send
to you each time I hold your hand my constant friend.
Waiting for Love
Two hearts, standing on the brink,
staggered from the strain.
Four hands intertwined,
wrapped in prayer,
seeking strength,
shelter from the rain.
Our eyes blurred,
lost amid the future and the past.
A book in dreams, unable to read the words,
hoping they'll come clear at last.
A halting, desperate rush to change,
settled stories, distant nights.
Those hands weave hopes together,
holding close,
setting wrongs to right.
TODAYS DAYDREAM.......DANCING WITH YOU....
I feel the clouds of Haleakala,
a swirling circlet trailing down the old lava flows.
I feel the breezes from the North,
the ancient highway every sailor knows
they call to me
they sing the old melodies,
a drum, a fire,
the rustling of the sacred dance attire
the rhythm of the God's, ringing in my ears,
I see you dancing, graceful as a deer.
The warm night air on my cheeks as the shadows dance,
I stare, and strain to hold this living dream,
your movements ride the fire light, no step by chance,
each sway with sensuous intent,
the tramping, sliding, turning....
that patent glance,
the sparkle in your eyes is heaven sent.
This dance is filling me with love,
with all the hopes and dreams of a thousand years.
Each turning of your palms, each folding of your wrist
is acknowledging eternity.
The dance goes on...the fire glows,
the drums beat slowly and the men all chant....
mesmerized by the light and shadow,
the calm intensity upon your face.
The spirits that fill you with this golden light,
have come from time unknown,
from ancient rites of spring,
from sacrificial stones....
the power in your dance pierces every eye,
watching you transfixed,
blinded like the sun in the midnight sky.
I cannot turn away,
my muscles paralyzed by this display.....
until your mystic form is suddenly in front of me,
attracting, reaching compellingly,
your gentle fingers luring through my awestruck sight,
to join you in that dance,
to share the spirit you and you alone have mastered,
through the night.
Our hands touch, become a corridor of thought,
a river flowing in and out of time,
and now, our movements rhyme.
Each entry taken, each open followed by a close,
every thought
that has brought us together,
eagerly exposed,
each turn followed easily
as though this dance had been practiced for centuries.
(and so it has!)
Each shadow following it's light, each breath waiting to exhale,
is this dance guided from a higher place?
Far off, beyond the silver moon,
the seabirds wail .....
Young Man's Contempt
Those outside "God Damns" can get me down!!
'Cause I see that bald head
Telling that clean shaven smirk
That "The older they get, the sloppier thay become!"
And laughing at my long locks.
Meanwhile I imagine stale wine
Dripping down their Bachanelian chins
And sticky on their mits
Rolling around in ancient easy chairs
Greasy fingers caressing mandatory breasts
Ripping meat apart with tooth and claw
And throw the fucking bones to me!!!
Broken Dreams
A slipping yarn of glass and ice
is making my dreams remain as dreams.
The wishing is finished
and I'm hungry again.
I've slept well the past few weeks,
but dreams are fantasies
and they are fragile.
From time to time
I lay my treasures
out upon the sand for secret hopes to see,
but somehow (only my mind makes it so)
the polished glass gets crushed and buried.
I spend days sometimes collecting them,
broken pieces, almost each and everyone,
washing them with sun and sea
until they are warm and sparkle once again.
It makes it hard to show my fragile things,
these dreams.
When the steel studded teeth
come down so hard, I die a little inside,
Until sunshine, stars and subtle seas
let me smile again.
King's Counsel
I watched them in the gutters,
and I watched them break their backs.
I watched them from my pulpit,
but my heart did not react.
Their eyes were full of cinders,
and their faces full of toil.
I watched the masses walk on coals.
I watched that fanatic gray gargoyle,
as fiercely red those frozen thoughts
did cut my blood so blue.
I cringed within my velvet womb,
and still the masses grew.
I leered at them from castle walls,
threw stones upon them, too.
I spoke, but only blindness,
felt their wrath, and then withdrew.
"What is this great gray beast
which has but rags for flesh?
Which knows no home, nor years, nor kin,
from France to Spain to Bangladesh?"
"Why comes this scum to irk my soul?"
"They come to wound you.....to make you whole."
Murder
With this sad story I'm telling you all,
a tale of how a man can fall.
A good man once, whom all could trust,
lost to the curse of the Angel's Dust.
Lost to his friends in my old home down,
that shit layed my drinkin' buddy down.
Aden Miller was his name,
his life was wild but his heart was tame.
I've laughed with that cat a hundred times,
chewin' the fat and drinkin' that wine.
He'd grin at his face in a whiskey glass
or raise his brows at a lady's ass.
He loved the women, yes it's true,
and love 'em is what he loved to do.
They say he travelled a wicked path
and I guess he suffered the aftermath.
One night in the orchard, that drug crazed man
killed a girl with his own bare hands,
his storm drenched mind had hit the sand.
He wrote his last lines on pains of mirror glass.
They didn't rhyme.
His day was turning,
a gray and black sunset.
He ran till his feet bled, he was cold,
and hungry in the night for days,
flagged down a bus on the forest road,
and said I'm the one they're lookin' for.
For days and weeks, the hospital, the jail,
he never saw the sun, his darkness never failed.
I believe that an insane man
could have lived with such a memory.
But he could not.
And so, my whiskey drinkin', mother fuckin',
cocaine snortin' friend hanged himself,
in his cell until he died.
JUDGE and JURY
Is it always yes or no?
Is it sitting on a great judicial balance?
Brooding on the pros and cons of this manıs talents?
This one man,
both prosecution and defense on a mental witness stand.
First bellowing his condemnations,
then raising a hand,
he follows, with impressive reason
and masterful rationalizations
But their are liars lurking in the courtroom of my mind,
Who take the oath with their fingers crossed.
There are jesters too,
The comic relief when things get heavy.
The jury is of my own design
The sentence rarely fits the crime.
Today, their is contempt for this court.
How can such a den
of fools and wise men
decide upon a singular plan?
There is not one outline that will fit
this managerie, this one man,
who is not to judge his own guilt or innocence in the larceny of life
nor sentence himself to worlds of wealth or strife.
Lover's Cross
You tell me you were born too soon.
Never opened your heart to a happy tune.
Your candle it is all but burned
and there's so much yet you haven't learned
about what and when and who or whom to steal from.
You say that you would rather be
among the crowd at Calvary.
Every day your life's the same.
You need to see some sweat you claim.
Well, honey, don't hand your cards to me to deal from.
"Cause I never was much of a martyr before
I ain't gonna start nothin' new.
Baby I can't hang
upon a lover's cross for you.
Sad Eyed Lady
In the woods with my trees
Sitting on their ancient shoulders
Drinking wine
And soft fur is nice
For sure
And your deep brown bear eyes
They look always ready to cry
I'd like your pearly whites to tell me why
Someday
But goodbye for now sad eyed lady
Star willows watching
Your soft fur slumber
And the Earth, the trees
Love to see you sleep
Your dreams are caressed
By wood winds
And cool Earth is close to you
Drift hello to happy times
Goodbye for now sad eyed lady
You are deer grace
Moving away to hidden places
Deep woods, shadow, misty places
Where I'm sure you have
A favorite place to hide
And cry for your Michael from mountains
But goodbye for now sad eyed lady
Your Spanish Moss thoughts
Are gossamer
And the green grey sadness
Goes unnoticed
By those who rest
Beneath the melancholy hello smiles
And goodbye for now sad eyed lady
1972
Magdalena
Burning my legacy into lava flows
crashing pell mell to the sea,
I hold a mirrored shield, Iım told,
West, to blind the one whoıd be,
the oh so righteous saviour that tried to set me free.
In spite you cried, ³Remember,
when your best designs,
fall victim at the last
to the rain, the sand and the steaming surf
you could have let me pass.²
My Magdalena,
wonıt you please come to your senses,
when I hold my prism high
itıs cause Iıve let down my defenses.
Magdalena, donıt be blinded by my light.
Stay with me through the night.
I need you,
not my rainbow in the sky.
Magdalena wonıt you try
to see who I really am?
Iım not a man whoıs lost his way
nor a footloose boy living for today
nor a shaken preacher kneeling down to pray
for the resurrection.
Magdalena, the sky is falling
My mirrored shield, my white horse, all are rusting
it is I and I alone that you are judging, Magdalena....
1974
Lover's Cross
You tell me you were born too soon.
Never opened your heart to a happy tune.
Your candle it is all but burned
and there's so much yet you haven't learned
about what and when and who or whom to steal from.
You say that you would rather be
among the crowd at Calvary.
Every day your life's the same.
You need to see some sweat you claim.
Well, honey, don't hand your cards to me to deal from.
"Cause I never was much of a martyr before
I ain't gonna start nothin' new.
Baby I can't hang
upon a lover's cross for you.
Cast iron rusted
Old steam engine rusted
No more good times roll.
Mobs, wildly surging
One old man, club in hand, dies
Beside a flower.
Majestic redwoods
Sawing sounds split the beauty
Topple, die, but why?
One drop, warm and red
Into the pool of others
Breathlessly she bled
The Soul of Hawaii