DALE CRUM

the screeching winds surged again with a mighty heave and plucked off the last old rusted tin roofing overhead…

Xavier arose in rich regal auspicious attire… shook the slumber from his snow kissed plumage
Arching his long significant curvaceous neck for all of his kingdom to witness his splendor

his regal form glides cross the koi pond lovely… announcing his arrival most grand… nature turns… pauses… and takes an excited breath…

And yet a loosening has begun
As thawing rays of loving sun
Do kiss my face once always loathed
Now enraptured in passion clothed

Her dark tormenting silent world consists of relations based purely on vibration
Her distended unkissed lips became her swollen sensors of the faintest movement

Sweeping blue skies streak down before your mind
and imagination takes its first baby breath

The embryonic artist’s call is but a hushed whisper
amid the thunderous clatter of distraction

Human hate is based on many weak and feeble justifications--which left on their own couldn’t even crawl—much less stand vertical…..............

In a world where folly oceans are full to brim
Fed by springs of pitch black inked greedy wells
Forever lined by the rich unrestrained to freely piss their lies

My work--A bridge to that other side
A feast of truth-in a world of lies
Inherent within-betwixt, between
Fluttering whispers-of wings unseen
To hint, and kiss—and call away
Thou…

Search to know me--is my plea
My soul is found-in the art I bleed
Each crimson stroke-upon my page
The pathway-to a lighted stage
Where by the seeking—ye may discover
A deeper life…

I find myself on the verge--of a merge
Ready to change-and willing to purge
My soul of lies-and razors wires
And bondage to-the hellish fires
Of hate—and grips upon the past
To …

MY WARRIOR’S PRAYER—A POEM BY—DALE CRUM

MY STONE—SLIDES SLOWLY—DOWN MY BLADE
WITH THOUGHTS—OF DRAGONS—AND THEIR PREY
FOREMOST UPON—MY MIND—THIS DAY
OH, TO STAND –WITHOUT—HUMAN…

Remembering Beb
by Dale Crum
When I think of you —I think of peace
Knowing now-you’ve been released
From that mortal flesh-so frail
You’re walking now that --Holy trail
That leads …

WHEN WARRIORS MEET a poem of thanks for fighting back to back
By: Dale Crum August 14, 2007

When Warriors meet to stand and greet—-to share their hearts and souls complete …

Those who would look down——by Dale Crum—August/4/2007

Those who would look down-- askance upon the lesser ones
Must first and always—remain a rung or ten above the rest
It is from …

Pilgrim’s Wander

These shortened days-- of pilgrim’s wander
Quicken the ways—that we should ponder
The wayward tracks-- of men who would
By absence leave—the paths they should …