Author: Thespian Drummer

Galaxies come and go as
You dressed us in
The softest light
A mirage of catastrophe
Bodes only in explosions
Of the finest silk
Borne from the solar
Winds of time

Walking these lands
We’ve enshrouded our
Selves in the golden breath
Of encapsulation
Like a thievery
In the colors of song
That base our clothing
Of love seen for eons by
The peoples of this place

This redress comes not
For us but consumes the
Afterlife of every star
Each nova seeking expulsion
Towards the proposition that
This splendor is our success
To be endowed with the
Beauty of eternity

© K. James Ribble

An election of my days
Become temporal like clouds

This quiet sits down once in
Each and every day a

Sound evaporates with the
Constancy of tears in daylight

Sends its message in
Degrees of Tangibility

Its undercurrent of awareness
Awry in the aire of now, encloses

The Hall of lost thought
In an orientation of

Redemptive purpose this –
My own periphery spherical

An etymology of decision
Begins the entanglement

Of entelechy, becomes
Simple consciousness found

As my soul becomes
Manifest in this earthen life

 
© K. James Ribble

As I embrace you, the
Slow Light of Fades

Spills a Jasmine silk of air,
Embraces night into wisps of

Knowing that I must leave you now
Here in the amphitheater of this time

This catacomb of our restlessness,
Astronomy of our hearts a map

To collisions of us the way stars
Belie the shadow of exile

Of illumination, a library
Of topology our loving cannot follow

This shortness of time becomes
Brackish as water beneath us, my gaze

A window to the candles’ whisper, their
Shadows dancing like leaves

In the flutter of night the way
My sorrow casts its imprint of your face

Upon me – the same light of softness for
Which I cannot be without

And yet your kiss shapes all of me
Together as we rise and dress

The night foregoing our hearts torment
Captive to the daybreak of dawn.

© K. James Ribble

If tears were become beauty
My life before you would weep
The river of my ever flowing heart
Until every drop proclaimed
My love for you –

If sorrow were become grace
Like the light of your eyes
This, my grief would still
Cast an unending stream
Of the deepest courage

Would never run dry by
These raging waters of my
Devotion to you,
Distilled by the wonder
Of your consecrated heart –

If silence were become truth
For all the loss of this world
In which I have found you
Across the ages of every epoch
Before the beginning of

You and I, let this soundlessness
Break me into a million pieces
That I may take every shard of
This broken earth and offer them
To you in unceasing fealty

That it may heal you in the
Same Light of life you
Have given me, my gratitude
Beyond this realm of heart
Beyond the sphere of divine

 
© K. James Ribble

Like chess moves
Like the flow of
A Salem river the
Air seeks majesty here

Surrounds us like the
Willow bends its branch
To touch the flowing gold
In silhouette and shadow

While the sun careens
Its light before the end
Of day, prodigal and bereft
I feel this candid breeze

Begin to speak of sorrow
As if I am floating foreign
Benign to even the sounds
Of its memory, Memory that

Ever greets its last hurrah
Bitten on the tongue of
Gentle weeping, quieting to
None in the silence of spring

 
© K. James Ribble

exhibit a

I’ve come into
this world
A sensual being
like a First Memory
In this Time of Memory
[memory is time]
All collected,
hedonistic
Coherence of Thought
Surrounded,
Blinded by
All this (time)
as though
I’ve walked into darkness,
Only to keep saying
It’s OK! It’s OK!

exhibit b

hedonistic
Coherence of Thought
this world
I’ve come into
like a First Memory
I’ve walked into darkness,
[memory is time]
In this Time of Memory
Surrounded,
It’s OK! It’s OK!
All collected,
All this (time)
as though
Blinded by
A sensual being
Only to keep saying

repeat exhibit a

© K. James Ribble

Only the twilight
Knows the shadows of my heart
Seeks the touch of you

 
© K. James Ribble

Em-paneled before words I speak
No one can hear as I become witness
To an extraordinary play of light
And shadow reveal the timeless beauty
Of life, my heart like lake-effect snow,
Like scant air released from antiquity,
Billows beyond the legion of escarpments
Taken from the millings of godshards
As all emotions (like motion) form the
Broth of natures healing, forming sentient
Beings, omniscient healers, reckoning in
The shallows of the sun, their stillness
Therein lines passages like a shrilling
Of thought, past equations of sunlight inclining
The Songs of Light against the darkness of time.

© K. James Ribble

Abutment against time all
Lexicons alike blurred past
A thousand algorithms
Rendering space upended

Many minds can dwell among
Us unrepentant towards cause
Yet find ourselves amazed that
The sun still rises every morning

Without fail

Canvassing the sky with time’s
View of the Laws there can
Be no other awakening – lest
We quench our thirst as the

Last known remembrances to
Ourselves a prayer unto us the
Dreamers who love with utter
Abandon at the Gates of All Cost

 
© K. James Ribble

Moon water catches
Breath of Life, the
Unending songs of
This lonely planet

Grabs grief like a
Lost child finding
Solace and grace
In starlight of heaven

Here, I float within
This still and quiet vision
As if hovering above lost
Tales of a Cambrian sea

Like visionaries and their
Ways of water, their prophets
Exceed the common good
For all of us and I

Become captivated reflection
The tide acknowledging my heart
Along the shores of every step
I’ve taken towards revelation

© K. James Ribble