Gypsy (Dancing Traveler)

Gypsy (Dancing Traveler)

I am aware of the ubiquitous rhythms

Which ones do I know?

Of which am I aware?

Can I move within all at once?

Or would my sinews rip and tear?

Should I dance the dance of heaven

While sitting stable on this spinning earth?

Should I swim against the current’s river?

Should I die while giving birth?

Do I follow only what is seen and known,

Or do I step out on the waves of my beating heart?

I am aware of the ubiquitous rhythms

They are flowing from my pen

I choose to dance to my beating heart

I am a traveler of the winds.

Zephaniah

Zephaniah

How can one write a song

When everything inside is dead

In place of Nietzshche’s song of killing God

I have murdered my own soul instead

It was too much guilt to kill the great Creator

The One that loved me so,

So I turned my gun onto my heart

And pulled the trigger

Countless times

I kept pulling and pulling and pulling and pulling

Until I felt nothing

No fun, no peace, no desire, no yearning

Nothing but a determination

To survive in perfection each and every single day

Yet perfection never came

Perfection never comes

Now I feel nothing

Not the pain of defeat

Not the joys of triumph

Not the torment of love

Nor it’s deep satisfactions

Not the love for my wife, my children

Only the hate for my enemies

This burns on the embers

Of my heart’s ashen stone

So my work here is gasping

Short, darkened groans

There is no song in all of that

No dancing, playful rhythms

I hear Zephaniah

I hear a singing

I feel the airy movements of dance above

Just like the butterfly’s wing that causes the maelstrom

I sense a great destruction, a ferocious, deep love

A destruction of all that is darkness

All that is hopeless

I see a great wind that will blow this away

I hear Zephaniah

A kindling has fallen on the embers

K, Duane Carter 7/14/15

Formulae

Formulae

The thing I don’t like about formulas

Is that it takes all of the magic away

Yet at the same time they are woven throughout the universe

Dancing throughout the night and the day

Why is that?

Please don’t say that is just how it came to be

For I have seen the grandeur of the ocean

I have felt the complexity of the tree

I have delighted in flights of pure wonder

I have known the great mystery of Whom

I’ve been enraptured by the beauty of flower

I’ve seen life as it comes forth from the womb

See, the thing I don’t like about formulas

Is that it takes all of the magic away

Yet at the same time they are woven throughout the universe

Dancing throughout the night and the day

And I’m just beginning to hear the music

K, Duane Carter 11-25-11

Honeysuckle

This is a picture

A picture of Jesus dancing over us

White robe, gold crown

Beauty, beauty all around

Golden sweetness falling off of Him

Like water vapor off a cascade

He sings and gives us quite a parade

With angelic beings and creatures never before seen

We don’t know what it all can be, what it all can mean

All we know is we are in the throes of His dance

And life is nothing less than to dwell, to bask

In the honey of His glory

K, Duane Carter 9-9-10