(Selected Scribbles ca.1973-2004)

2002 I.M. Salitti

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Town Crier and so- here you are, eh? dropped down like a cartoon anvil from the sky- just like that. Out of nowhere, like a tornado blazing through, rattling the windows. The wind has the roar of a freight train, it's true; the roar of strength, turmoil, and upheaval. Picking up all in its path; some things gone forever, others rearranged, and some left untouched. just like that. Leaving us bewildered and surreal and forever altered- all in the blink of an eye. Then, suddenly as it came, like the eye of the storm-gone. just like that- until the other side hits. (4/01) ________________________________________

Divine inspiration brought by a message- or the messenger? Logic denies it all but still has no answer. Spirit, indeed, is the source lying in wait, so long untapped. Isolation, its intention, oneness, is the culprit. But now-what to do with armor, but no weapons? Strength is in numbers, I say it again. But where are the lions among all the sheep? Damned if I know- I've been looking all my life. (4/01) ________________________________________

Reunion well, well.... Here you are, my tortured friend invading my day; intrigue pokes its finger through my night. Poison bait for a thinker- a gripping mix of compassion and cynicism. My bane, my downfall. I don't have room for this. My vision of a simple life dims-bittesweet curse! I can't be simple. There's too much that beckons. Leave me to my fantasy of nothingness; a safe corner where I can close my eyes and not care, for once. But no-there's too many of you there. My self-imposed exile is being shaken by the need for substance. I have tapeworm of the soul. Eve's other apple, calling me home. (3/02) ______________________________________

Awake! A bright new beacon streaks- Through the mundane barrier, speaks Eastern ways diffused amid the words. Where low the mystic jungle lies and pious thoughts in transit, fly to break the age-old patterns of the herds. While placid eyes could never tell Your namesake, long before you, fell None could keep your Phoenix down for long. Rare, the vision I have seen Perennial and evergreen My soul, confused, still answers to the song. (2/02) ______________________________________

The wind, in The wind, out Like the wind, tossed about. A voice soft, but glowing life Cuts the void, a flashing knife to pierce the veil of ignorance and wake the heart to whence the song of sirens, plays. Forcing me to choose a path from safety to reality. (2/02) _____________________________________

knocking I'm here, somewhere among you, disjointed but glorious family of comrades in arms against....the grain? Drifting in reverse, ceding to Neptune too long. Release. Release from this weight, the rubber chains of a translucent membrane. Invisible but not unseen; digging in sand, always one grain away. Break the seal, to feel reunion once again. Blessed sage, ancient fume laid here upon my twin in case of basic black; a blank and simple container for the house of a Soul too soon departed, but on its way, off to even the score somewhere. Am I to float aimless, untethered- until what? when, and why? Divine purpose doesn't vanish, yet succumbs to the veil, but only pre-discovery. Or temporarily, with intent and reason, some shrouded wisdom gained. This, a plight of unprecedented form and surreal timing. Too elusive for the distraction at hand; faint recall of a scene from a score and more ago, long thought ended. Leave a sign, a trigger of remedy. Sometime. Soon. (10/02) ________________________________

The Antiquarian Wiry blinking twitching genius skittering about like a spastic squirrel pacing races with scattered speech rare bits of forgotten knowledge, memories of saner days rush to surface popping up like a "whack-the-gopher" game, pounded down by self-inflicted mental mayhem. Fascinating at first, but irritating past an hour. Cocaine-Breakfast of Champions. (1/04) ______________________________________

The One that Got Away Pen still in hand, I wake Reggiecat on my knees, turns Half in dreamtime, struggling to recover the flow that came to me effortless, seconds ago. Three pure stanzas, the words cohesive and true, blending as oil paints under a sweeping knife-edge in a confident dance, but now slipping back to 'between'. I am thrust into now my efforts ended by the sledgehammer scent of a small animal recently deceased, caught behind a nearby wall or floor. The delicate thought-threads now scattered, retreating to the vault at the brain's core, waiting for more pleasant times to return so I wrote this instead. (2/04) _____________________________________

Girls' Club Your Jezebel ways pierce my soul, plunge my presence into darkness, threaten to shift my perception. Naked greed is your god; a parasitic imitation of an image you're unwilling to rightfully own. My coattails are not yours to travel on. My trust, banished from your side. What is it in me that you need to kill? This contest devised to stoke your insatiable ego. Why must I pay for your uncollected debts in this self-cotained pain-fest, love/hate double-header? You've made me your unwilling Cyrano. You should be ashamed. (3/02) _____________________________________

I cannot find the key to your mystery pain The blockage to your happiness, The elusive end of my quest- To ease your sorrow To quell your fears To hold your heart Erase the years long passed, used up; a senseless void where time should leave a joyful memory. Any clue-word or thought to help you be whole. Your quiet demeanor betrays your soul. (8/01) ______________________________________

Bittersweet facade to others show a silent wall. You let me know light behind the door through occasional crack only for me to see then quickly go black. One moment of honesty, pure and true can speak of years when I'm with you. (8/01) ______________________________________

We embrace. We cry. We gaze. You fly. Years have passed and miles apart I own your soul you hold my heart suspended, waiting for the invisible wall to fall. a wife would be an easier rival. but fear is not human, and has no substance like tears do. (8/01) ______________________________________

3:49 All time and space reflected in a face so peculiar, so fair so refreshing, and if I dare- The Missing Piece The Finest One I've Never Known just here and gone it's all too sad. Leaving a sweet fine taste (gem in the rough) and the rain... the rain kept falling to stifle the calling of a tale too soon ended. and they- they don't know (don't let it show) Oh Lord Oh Life why do you take your time with me? We can't get synchronized We've got to get it together in spite of the weather (adds to displeasure) Alone is One. ('78) ______________________________________

to fly to the free open plains of the sky another dimension, so safe and secure sheltered and sure. to anywhere. it's always been there waiting. escaping from view. ACCEPT. Return fine salts of righteousness value determined by a better source. BRIGHT NEW FIELD OF TRUTH. (scorned and scared) Fear, give way to open eyes and let me see you. ('79) ______________________________________

So many choices are in my hand I'm just waiting for the time to land Lost, with doors on every side but only one at my command. For where I go it's still the same Same face under another name No time left to ponder on troubled times and mental games To see my brothers as people, rather than as men; To look at my sisters not as what they are, or how they are, But who they are (once again). And so I retire to the familiar world of creativity, =the solitary, alone place from which this comes. ('78) ______________________________________

The Demon Adolescence It's time to re-evaluate It's time to make a change It's time to break down all the doors I would, but I feel strange. You tell me Say what's on my mind It's a dark and secret place Pandora's Box, or Heaven's Gate, I'm both afraid to face. ('77) _______________________________________

Boy Trouble Don't want no bundles of money, Don't want to be queen of the ball. Just give me a drink and a bottle of ink and I'll be living it up till I fall. Now I really don't need the Ritz, just a paper bag and some tunafish. I know what you want- I'm not gonna be your debutante. Go on & fulfill your own wish. I know how it is for you, it's nice to have your own dream But give me some space-I'm leaving the race so you don't have to hear me scream. So thanks for the try, my learned one I've got to cover some land. I'll take it from you-I got things to do But not what you might have planned. ('78) ______________________________________

lying and waiting for the peaceful elating of a sunrise. stretch out time have it as mine waiting to see what the next one will be in the morning. THEN THE RAINS CAME AND LEFT ME WITH NOTHING BUT BITS OF TRUTH. ______________________________________ Sitting to the west watching night press the day away. Playful myriad; teasing energy, change its face to dreams from scenes. Needs to feed Places it erases but still and silent, plays- Visions are we to the night. ('76) ______________________________________

THE PAGE Beastly bare whiteness laughs at all trying to create from naught. Draws out the current state- fear, anger, love, joy. I, for one, leave with you my cynicism rather than to burden others. Better days await the pen and your vast canvas. Not always intimidating but a reflection, a barometer. A nagging curse at times, and at others- a friend. (3/02) --------------------------------------------------------------- (end page 1) --> --> to page 2 --> -->

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