Friday, January 13, 2012



Singularity

The air, it worries
feels the slowing down
the arrow of time
that pauses mid-flight
and slips into the void

A time diminished
by forces unseen
delicate, communal
yet somehow alone
and without sight

But, Grace, they say
is locked eternal
is falling, weightless
trembling before Him
yet knowing no-thing

and merging, endless
to a single point of light

-D.B. Rocca, 2011

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Sanctuary

Summer's faded glory
Lives on in winters grace
Like a sun warmed garden railing
Or the look upon your face
I wanted you so simple
I wanted you so wild
But in my clumsy longing
I turned into a child
Who lacks for understanding
And runs out in the snow
And expects the sun to find him
Wherever he will go, for today






The misty city skyline
Drifting in and out of range
And all those people bustling
Prisoners of their age
I search for something timeless
As when the world was new
Where a man is but a pillar
In the temple that is you
On a camel-laden journey
I will take the reins
And take you to my shelter
Where past has been reclaimed for today




Heavy like the iron
These simple homes were framed
I lord over the silence
These city streets contain
Waiting fir the lion
To roar out of the calm
And send my spirit quaking
Right back to your arms
Our private sanctuary
That lies in blood and bone
there comes the deepest slumber
Our souls have ever known for today

-D.B. Rocca, 2011





Monday, January 9, 2012













Enchanted, enchanted
This magical place that we've found
No one here but us and the sound
Of the stars and the night owls
Your breath and the rolling clouds
Enchanted, I am, by you
Now love has come to me
And set apart thee
From all of the maddening crowds
The orchard is leaning her bows
To hear our laughter
And we roll in the arder
Enchanted, i am, by you


-Patrick Wolf



















 














The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.--Great God! I'd rather be

A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;              
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea
,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.


-William Wordsworth



Friday, December 9, 2011


I was born in a cloud...
Now I am falling.
I want you to catch me.
Look up and you'll see me.
You know you can hear me.
The world is so loud.
 Keep falling. I'll find you.
We're over a forest.
There's millions of snowflakes.
We're dancing.The world is so loud.
Keep falling and I'll find you.
I am ice and dust. I am sky.
I can see horses wading through snowdrifts.
My broken hearts, my fabulous dances.
My fleeting song, fleeting.
The world is so loud.
Keep falling. I'll find you.

-Kate Bush

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

 

Neo: I suppose the most obvious question is: how can I trust you?
The Oracle: Bingo. It is a pickle, no doubt about it. Bad news is there's no way you can really know if I'm here to help you or not, so it's really up to you. Just have to make up your own damn mind to either accept what I'm going to tell you, or reject it. Candy?

Neo: ... You already know if I'm going to take it.
The Oracle: Wouldn't be much of an oracle if I didn't.
Neo: But if you already know, how can I make a choice?
The Oracle: Because you didn't come here to make the choice. You've already made it. You're here to try to understand why you made it. [Neo eventually takes the candy] I thought you'd have figured that out by now.
 

Neo: Why are you here?
The Oracle: Same reason. I love candy

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

 

These absent anapests and pale pentameters
like sequin strands I've woven into dress
to clothe myself in mystery and peril
the dark even mistress of language and memory


I am the shadow that you cast
hidden in the light
I float before and trail behind
violet with tumult of a city descending
I have taken the twilight
the transient blue of a tempered dusk
and wait, in a hush of longing, for your return

-DBR