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Drip-Castles

When I learned how to make a drip-castle,
I felt as though I was an engineer,
Overcoming the dripping hassles
To sculpt my vision by a sandy pier.

I dug a large moat near the changing tide
To sit and collect that wet sandy goo,
Wet sand the cement to build it high,
To defend the coast under sky so blue.

I sculpted the base for the kings and queens,
Then added dripping columns stacked upon
Their wishes for the kingdom and their dreams,
Hallowed ground that spot that it now sat on.

A drip-castle is such a funny thing,
Warped towers bulging at the sides,
Strange places for princesses to sing
Then shackle away at the rising tide.

The week Jale` left I went to the shore,
The sun setting late I began the moat,
I dug until the moon told me no more
And wished for some gull and I to float.

It was as grand as the sand would allow,
Towers that stand when the kingdom has gone,
A lost world that vanished somehow,
A thief in the night, a treacherous song.

Then there was the one I built with my love
On a hazy day filled with sweating skin,
The drip-castle mentor I thought I was,
A castle of love was soon to begin.

Roots in the towers began to sink in,
And rays from the sun boiled the rest,
Founding a drip-castle love and then
A summer red glow did burn in my chest.

So children and men do drip-castle on,
The water your friend, the water your foe,
The tales of love through all the eons
Tell of the castles and where they all go.

Kyle McHale       2013

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Ticking Travel

Venture to a most peaceful spot,
In city, or woods, or vast plains,
A spot to slow the inner clock,
To slow the beating of the brain.

Stop the flooding head of much,
Too much to bear, feel, and see,
All little clocks with ticking parts,
All tiny thoughts that visit me.

Nothing can work all at once,
The world with its timing,
All little greased up ticking parts,
All long roads with their winding.

That dry desert road once had all
The dreams I always tried to chase.
To get there and find them full of
Dry land, filth, and dusty waste

Let my vision pass itself
To see the green road up ahead,
Led to a rotting jungles end,
A jungle with its spirit dead.

Each road of ice, fire, and rain,
Had an end of freeze, burn, and flood,
At expense just one ticking part,
One part brain, one part drop of blood.

For blood the grease that works the ticks,
Which vision knows to change with it,
Where I let the stars and the moon
Consume my thoughts for a little bit

You may have just heard the water.
For I saw a streaking vast sky,
A place too large for all my blood,
You may have seen a fish swim by

To stare at you, to read your thoughts,
To understand the driving force,
Because complete had time to wait
To think about the one true source.

All perceptions to contemplate,
Though one part lost in each pure spot,
A piece gained from water and rock,
From thick jungle air steaming hot.

Once pulse slows down to learn something
And experience is gained,
The ticking body falls apart,
All blood bleeds out with pouring rain,

Yet peace may have flocked to the heart,
All peaceful spots become the same.
To see, to live, to think, to do,
To bleed, to die, to know what’s tame,

To feel the parts left out there,
To know they are filled by those places,
Blood has mountain jungle in it,
Peaceful things fill up those spaces.

To remember, cherish, and save,
To smile on earth, and in grave.

Kyle McHale      2009

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Red and Black and White

It can be more than meets my eye,
Red fire, black sky.
A color of a thing shall rot
And give me wrenching stomach knots.

For the black and the white are still
One without the chill.
It seems to pour hot tar on me,
Sharp razor salts in cuts from sea.

Worlds stop for love red fire,
And black desire,
Sometimes a black and white T.V.
For vision knows we still can see.

Oh things of universe collide,
Show me where to hide,
And take my hand for spit-fire rides
To places where I can see new highs.

Colorless ends are not for me.
I know what I see.
But soon when color has no home,
My heart will chill down through my bone.

Kyle McHale      2005

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Magic Light

I’ve seen the world’s magic light,
One beach morning after night,
That ocean out in front of me,
Some glowing orb on humble sea.

The colors danced like from a brush
That sweeps in hand with artists touch,
To sunrise song that it did sing,
I almost heard the whispering,

And when I tried to listen close,
The magic light became a ghost,
And all dispersed out into space,
And left me with some glowing grace.

Some sacred window I had seen,
A tiny door or opening
Into the truth of golden heart,
For heaven’s road won’t fall apart,

But scatter out when light breaks through,
Becomes too small to get into,
Only to catch a glimpse of it,
Fading before my heart forgets.

Kyle McHale      2010

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Gentle Wind

Softly now, gentle wind,
Kiss them on the head from me,
I have lived, I have seen,
I wish to cross the sea.

Softly now, gentle wind,
Push my sail lightly so,
Calm the sea, calm my heart,
Please show me what you know.

Softly now, gentle wind,
Guide me with true reason here,
I’ve been lost, I seek truth,
I wish to face my fears.

Softly now, gentle wind,
Forgive me if I cry,
Touch my face, hold my hand,
Let me feel the sky.

Softly now, gentle wind,
Please leave me out to sea,
I have lived, I will go,
Kiss them on the head for me.

Kyle McHale      2010

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Fog and Smoke

On a ship in a foggy harbor,
On water I don’t wish to bother,
I steer a certain path to take,
Unsure of this guided mistake.

I light a cigarette to burn,
With every puff I come to learn,
Just as much as the smoke that leaves
My lungs to join the fog with ease.

What things do fog and smoke discuss?
Issues of swirling smoky trust?
Or does the smoke just interfere
With foggy sounds I wish to hear?

I do not know what will happen,
Or who to refer to as captain.
He may be just my outer shell,
Or my cigarette, I just can’t tell.

He may be just my lonely mind,
Deeper thoughts of a lonely kind.
He may be in the smoky mist,
Floating fog with a spirit twist.

Who captains this ship I stand on?
What tune would be his captain’s song?
Being so lost I just might miss
My chance to learn and grow from this.

For deep within my pulsing core
I seek to search and learn much more.
I’ve been captain all along,
The fog and smoke are my song.

The ship is steered by my glowing heart,
My compass of life through the dark.
Be whole in an uncertain time,
This smoky journey is now mine.

Kyle McHale      2008

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Jale`

To you, to you, I pray to you,
For all you did, and all you do.
What’s left of you for us to see?
You dressed in black tranquility.

An open space, a casket grave,
Reminds us beauty that you gave,
And at your final resting place
We sat, we cried, wished for your face,

But not in ground and left to fall,
We placed you in a Turkish wall,
My hands said farewell then let go,
A moment I ignored to know.

But then I knew that you were there,
Because those wings of flapping air
That you loved in butterflies,
Beautiful movement in the skies,

On the large arched window glass,
There stood a large green creature that
Some of us saw and pointed out,
Keeping quiet, wanting to shout.

It sat with heaven for a time,
No place for this large butterfly,
Maybe it was a lunar moth,
Either way, my breath stayed soft,

Until the pastor’s words were done,
Then opened the glass into the sun,
The lovely spy took magic flight,
Then graced us with movement delight,

And circled round the podium,
Then flew out to kingdom come,
Into the golden open spot,
A summer field, golden hot,

Swaying grass and wild flowers,
Forgetting long dreary hours.
So we knew you said goodbye,
You knew we loved you, so did I.

Your family felt the pain the most,
And knew a time of your ghost,
I want your children to grow well,
Beautiful, with life to tell.

In all things and flying motion,
Your faith in God, and the ocean,
A painting that you gave me once
Of crashing waves and sandy bumps

Calms me down when life is steep,
In all those waves the oceans keep
Your love against the shores of sand.
I let you pass right through my hands

To let you go and be with Him,
Where faith meets love and all else ends.

Kyle McHale      2010

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