Falling Upward

I feel like drinking a bottle of good red wine
and feeling the spring summer hues wakening mine

I feel the mouths in this cold house are never fed
and the hunger circling my clouded bed

I feel I can like many subjects in a book of faces
but opinions lie still in a sea of white pixels

Waving flags of recognition among the sullen
I feel this life is too soon for some

I feel the stars shooting down from my ceiling made of jade
and I am falling upward, toward embers, unveiled

I feel my itchy blood heating the surface of my salt skin
Lying next to potency, no longer emergency, truth begins

I see my children dancing in meadow wilderness
and their Mother by the kiln inspecting glazes

Without substance I feel I can evoke an entire world
When I just make things up in my own head

When the chips are down and at the end of the day
When all is said and done and nature has it’s way

What is left outside aesthetics and a solo beating drum
What dark matter can muster the needed bread and rum

Where in the world am I to be so high in tangents
Toppling the mast in solar winds and currents

A fragment that is more than a familiar face
A sliver of hologram I try to embrace

Reaching out as sea grass does, absorbing nutrients and rays
and whispering elemental voices in the crackling rain

What can I give to myself to sate the absent
More than the red fluid in a crystal vessel

More than gravity and it’s descent, fundamental.

© J.S 06/07/11

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Well what can I say about my feelings other than what is here above. A small reference to the web land is with the book of faces, clicking a ‘like’ or leaving a ‘comment’ (and meaning much more or much less). Mostly though my recent days and feelings that encompass my heart and virtual predictions ( or projections ) hovering at my psyche. My life now or then and situations I am in. My duress of visions and qualifying that with reality. The engagements between those worlds and the frictions and conversations it brings. Here comes another one!


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My mind is conceptualizing most of the time. My body feels and speaks the truth. Everything is something, every word is a rhythm. Every moment is a slab of rock with a figure underneath. I hope to convey to any who embrace. I share one video piece here :………. and some sound….. – Joe Savage

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  • MaryMac
    MaryMacabout 3 years ago

    wonderful expression and a good red is always select
    this expression reminds me of the “grape spirit” vine
    this expression is poured the muse is allowed to breathe
    and bloom once at the end I read from bottom to top
    (falling upward) this muse is beautifully poured either way
    peace love and light always

  • Incredible perceptions and reminding me the threads are untangled with distance, Thank you

    – savaggio

  • MaryMac
    MaryMacabout 3 years ago

    They are also untangled reading from bottom to top
    beautiful write

  • Well yes I clicked and there is untangled distance with us all on RB and that in itself opens me to more perceptions. Great, Joe

    – savaggio

  • Redviolin
    Redviolinabout 3 years ago

    astonishing….your words lead me into my self…..and at the same time allow a clear view of you….so beautiful a vista….You have a rare gift.

  • Isn’t it strange also as I feel the English language of words don’t come very close to touch the inside and at the same time that’s all I have, so I dig deep. Thank you so much.

    – savaggio

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