Anyway, this weekend I was off in Los Angeles for the Unicity pre-launch meetings (very exciting, if over-whelming), so I had two days of transit and one night of hotel loitering. This (and the two poems that follow) are the products thereof.
IN FLIGHT, NOT FLEEING
longing touches
amid this flight
for mountains, canyons
mesas, plains
arrayed below us
close yet far
desired, unreachable
as miles reel by
I wonder which
of these I've seen
in long-past journeys
in different days
whe I had dreams
which molded acts
and let me search
the farthest reach
dreams have gone
replaced by walls
forged of nightmares
by the mundane,
freedom too
has fallen slain
in retribution
of vengeful norms
for each hope held
we're forced to bear
a score of failures
bound on like chain
by hostile worlds
which can't abide
the thought of dreams
becoming light
for every temple,
each holy hill,
where we have walked
the darkness has inflicted pain
which cuts the soul
and leaves the spirit empty
of hope and dreams
yet not this bitter pining
- Brendan Tripp
01/12/2001
Copyright © 2001 by Brendan Tripp
... may the scumbag who complained about my previous sig reap the full measure of my rage!