Sunday, November 29, 2015

Lullaby No. 24 - Tango de la Materia

Thrown into the Sea
A swelling dreamscape
Of the dancing mind
And the crests of existential demise
The troughs saturated with things
An old step with the idea of the material,
Incorporated
It was a Viennese waltz at sunset
The dying light on the seaport
The passing of time which came over you
A blanket of darkness beyond your reach
And this how I experienced things
The wealth of the other in situ
To tango with materialism
All things passing
In the observance of your Reason
All things empty
The limit of meaning in the context of objects
As the meaning approaches your desire
Is nothing
A self-effacing construct
Thrown into the Sea


Jason Greendyk

Saturday, October 17, 2015

Lullaby No. 23 - Eclipsing the Soul of the World

Reason coerced you
Shaped your natural contours
To the perfect order of the incorporate machine
Once you were too raw for its taste
Now burnt and seasoned to its liking
And flavored with legacies of good sense, reborn
Whittling away your thoughts
In hollow caves of efficiency
For the benefit of your good company
Islands of communist utopia
Where the drab gray walls
You built around yourself for security
Defined your profession
And the fear of being free
Became greater than your own
What event in the spheres
Would shake your structure
And let your thoughts
Run the field of dreams by night
Climbing up ivy stains on white brick
And reaching for the slivers of a bloody moon
And a prophecy
It was a gradual undertaking
As you wrote your body into the night
In pure youth
And flittering trivials of nonsense,
The dialectic with your old soul
Made strokes of sense into your movements
An effort of a wanton passion
To adhere to a strict pattern
And in good step it incorporated your freedom
Exploiting the collective desires of the times
To harness your will
Into the capitalist soul of the world
An eclipse of humanity’s late decision
To embrace technology
And the perpetual new experience
Always moving forward
And now
It offered to relieve you
Of your compromised freedom
With an historical choice
And your dear Reason was obliged
La petite mort
The séance of your errant path
And the au courant


Jason Greendyk

Sunday, September 13, 2015

Lullaby No. 22 - Fireflies

The neighbors’ lights were lit
To entertain the shadows
As you washed your hands in the dark
A cool, uncertain cleanliness
Reflecting the dark spaces
In the thoughts of summers past
Your child woke
To an empty black
A wanting anger leapt from your inner fire
A disturbance of the enforced reflective peace
Where you ordered your mind
Past the first pass of sleep
The august dusk
Where once your future was told
In red-dressed anger
Lit the hallway
Beckoning you sooth your Son
You gathered your thoughts, your things
And shut the lights
The only shadows left guided by your inner flame
The scenes most true to you
Displayed in errant dreams
Your Son lost you in His sleep
Wandering the pattern of your mind
And woke to find you again
Your presence His only light
Drifting through the grass
Like a wind
It seeks the setting sun
The vast stretch of things beyond the sky
Daylit moons sunken behind joyous white clouds
Somehow stifling and hollow
As a stale breath
From yawning of futility
Come on the subtle chills
And rhythmic cricketing of lovely night
Chasing in your head
The fireflies
Brief moments
And long shadows
And sleep forevermore


Jason Greendyk

Thursday, July 2, 2015

Lullaby No. 21 - Soliloquy

Suspended between
The ideals of the past
And a future
That could have been
But was not

Have I normalized myself?

You were in the mountains
You breathed the clouds
You touched the sky
Something in the desert
Was calling your name
You walked down
And you kept walking
But your calling was a mirage
And you stood in the desert
Halfway between the mountains
And it rained
The days were lost
You must walk by night
To taste the clouds again
From a new mountain
You were calling your name


Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com

Saturday, June 27, 2015

Lullaby No. 20 - Under His Wings

The taste of glass
Was shrieking
Carved a high pitch
To pour
From the gullet
A madness we once knew
My body and I
Late at night
The unrest of days
Unraveling
Psychosomatic
I slept
My spirit wandered
Dreamscapes everlasting
Transient materials
Wakefulness was intangible
As it came
Landscapes appeared
Under His wings
Men who lie with mankind
Close to the essence
In the thoughts of the clouds
And the wishing winds
That carried the flying birds
Through the falling rain
The ground rose up
The candle on my desk flickered
And the shadow danced on the wall
Let us scale the cave
Where essences smoke
To find a light
For ourselves
My body and I
For life is always on the mind
Of the burning souls
A spark at the apex
Of the empty glass
As the wanting
Passed the gullet
And singed
Psychosomatic


Jason Greendyk

Sunday, May 24, 2015

Lullaby No. 19 - Staring at the Sun

The sun set through
My lifted eyes
In waves of music
Sunken oceans of cordial depth
Chopped by laborious winds
Into billows of exhaustion
For dangerous journeys of the mind
Dream states and long forgotten essences
Like the golden haze as you looked west
Staring at the sun
Some forty years ago
By your stretches of temporality
The poetic rendering of time
With an empirical backdrop
Orange light filled your thoughts
Silhouettes of former selves
With golden edges sang
That everything’ll be just fine
This life is but a pass


Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com

Lullaby No. 18 - Elysian Fields

Escaping thoughts galloped
Through the Elysian Fields
The contemplation
Extinguishing the intellect
And done
Sweet afterlife
Egress
Your soul was spirited
Galloping away from your mind
And its callous Reason
After your light
The incandescence of your flickering self
Coursing through the shadows
Hunting blind
You sought that which you could not see
Though knew it present
From the shivers down your spine
And through your veins
Like a heroine
That tickled your fancy
At the mere spirited thought
Of touching death
An embassy


Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com

Lullaby No. 17 - Grasping at the Dust

April’s evening thrust its light
Long through the aging glass
That cased your home
The things that came to own your soul
Grinning at their blithe rebirth
As they know from whence they came
They stirred your chills
The tap of your spine
The voice of Reason
That longed for you to return your sights
In the aging night of life
Every thing you had cast away
To the great black unknown
Sneered at you in the white brick
The character of your home
Your son grasping at the dust
That sparkled in April’s evening light
Reborn in your aspirations
Breathing of what came before
A bete noire in the letting window


Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com

Saturday, May 2, 2015

Lullaby No. 16 - Last Rites

August, New Jersey
The spirit of the poet had passed
His humanity as a standing reserve
Was some resonant representation
Of the mathematical course of love
A distilled omen
The impurities left to the airs
Specks like stars against the black
Mere appearances
Of cordial depth
I escaped the perfect solitude
That had sought me
Wanted me thinking alone
In the high desert winds of Texas
No muse to listen
See as I got close to myself
I always wanted someone to be watching
Someone to see the beauty that I saw
I was a traveler of depths
And nowhere was I home
But the great omen of love
Spoke to my spirit
In the passing of the poet
Until one winter night
In the late poet’s own home
The spheres they sang of song
And the gods they danced below
And I whispered to our son
That he was a bountiful echo
In the choral cadence of His mind
And see the spirit of the poet is within you
He can never die


Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Lullaby No. 15 - Consummation

All I want the spheres
To whisper to your spirit
That all is right in the world
That your being will be a bountiful echo
In the vast reiterations of time
And the discourse of your intellect
Will open wide, sweetly called


Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com