Trident is a collection of Scott Byorums poetry written from his late teens into his early forties. It is presented in three distinct chapters that represent progressive phases of his life and his perceptions of it. The overarching theme of the book is Scotts struggle with acceptance, love, loss, mental health, and the outside world. The concepts and ideas expressed in this book are of the authors interpretive imagination only but based on his real experiences.
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Scott has a BA in Psychology from Sonoma State University. He has always been interested in art, writing, and music and resides in Guerneville, CA, with his 2 Turkish Angora cats: Monkey and Flower.
BLUE, 1,
Wind in the Mustard, 3,
Wildflower, 5,
Where Destiny Resides, 7,
When, 9,
Up Here, 11,
Trajectory, 13,
Traffic, 15,
To No Avail, 17,
Thirteen, 19,
The Slow Parade, 21,
The Sad Little Boy, 23,
The Dead Years, 25,
Tatterdemalion, 27,
Stardust & Dreams, 29,
Seclusion, 31,
Revelry, 33,
Reunion, 35,
Quilt, 37,
Precipitation, 39,
Numb, 41,
Nerve, 43,
More, 45,
Idle Pursuits, 47,
Hauntings, 49,
Fare, 51,
Exquisite Temptation, 53,
Ethereal Blue, 55,
Edge of Night, 57,
Cipher, 59,
Carnivores, 61,
Carbonation, 63,
Blue, 65,
Apples to Ashes, 67,
BLACK FLY, 69,
Introduction to These Thoughts, 71,
Entertain Me, 73,
A Part of It All, 75,
Wheat, 77,
Black Fly, 79,
Look Away, 81,
A Day to Dance, 83,
Rain, 85,
Autumn, 87,
Inner Deviation, 89,
Masque, 91,
Dark, 93,
Orange, 95,
Vein, 99,
Nightscapes, 101,
Monsters, 103,
Desolation, 105,
Pure, 107,
Animals, 109,
Sweltering Haiku, 111,
White Room, 113,
Rage, 115,
To Be A Cloud, 117,
Fatigue, 119,
Consumption, 121,
Atmosphere, 125,
Alone In A Room, 127,
Maturity, 129,
Terrestrial Life, 131,
The Garden, 133,
Desert Vision, 135,
Fire, 139,
Water Logged And Seaweed Bound, 141,
Idiot Brow, 143,
The Crow, 145,
ARCHITECTURE, 147,
22:50, 149,
American Male, 151,
Angels, 153,
Architecture, 155,
Bad Man, 157,
Balance, 159,
Body Talk, 161,
Cold Dark House, 163,
Father's Strength, 165,
Fractured Limericks, 167,
Ghost, 169,
Interwoven, 171,
Kiss Me Kindly, 173,
Legends, 175,
Life As A Rug, 177,
Mr. Bones, 179,
My Witness, 181,
Never Apart Or Alone, 183,
On The Wind, 185,
Once Upon A Time, 187,
Parenting Prance, 189,
Sunday's Song, 191,
That Darkened Smile, 193,
The Cavern, 195,
The Dark Heart, 197,
The Dead Family, 199,
The Little Things, 201,
The Persistence Of Time, 203,
Threshold, 205,
Us, 207,
Wander, 209,
Whistle Past The Grave, 211,
World In Decay, 213,
Wind in the Mustard
Wind aboard the bushy trees
On a morning warmly scented sweet
Hope to hear your awakening
Nestled in the breeze
Wind in the mustard field
Such a luscious lonely sight
Hope you make it back to me
On any other night
Wind upon the shutter boards
Clacking against the weathered panes
Hope to see you walking down
That darkly graveled lane
Wind sleeks through a carnival
Brilliant baubles besiege the eye
Strapped upon the carousel
Horses prance and bray
In picture perfect still life
A part of this is eternal
Surely I should see you there
Where the shadows set your eyes aglow
Amidst straw and steel and flapping burlap
Where the wind engulfs your skin
Your hair and dress play sweet distress
And your touch still feeds the flame
I'm glad you came
Wind within the willows
Hauntingly
Calls your name
Wildflower
Grow wildflower
Grow
In fragrant fields so sweet with rain
The swollen ground to sprout your mane
It feeds you from below
Wildflower
Grow
Blow wildflower
Blow
In rushing fields that dance and sway
Unto the wind your colors play
The Sun's warmth swift in tow
Wildflower
Blow
Roam wildflower
Roam
Let the shallow air become your senses
Despite the whitewashed prowling fences
Where birds have not yet flown
Wildflower
Roam
Where Destiny Resides
Behind the door of intuition
Where spinning jesters clad in checkerboard fabrics
Sound brass trumpets
And float in universal symmetry
In the hall of Christmas checkered tiles
Lies an open study
Garbed in mahogany and rich wove cloth
Where an elaborate marble fireplace
Burns warm and bright
In a high-backed chair
With an open book upon his lap
Rests a weary old man
Spent but strangely fulfilled
I sit quietly there
Within my age
And purchase no more fear
When
When the only thing whirling around me
Is the dust in the breeze
The whispering of leaves
And the laden sigh
Deep with strength and ease
Yet somehow melancholy
Of an ancient wistful sea
When the only people places things in my life
Are the rampant spools
Of recorded imagery and sound
Replaying themselves over and over again
Behind and before my waking eyes
Blindingly all around
As each moment is stored in full within
When my heart borders on the disparity of random conditions
Brooding indolently
Musing in sentiment and longing
Pumping pitifully with disease of sorrow
Welling distant oceans of salty tears into my eyes
They threaten to plummet
But always manage to evaporate
Before tracing down my flushed and worried skin
When desolation weeds through my worn and weathered structure
Washing away with time and testament
The fancies of a dying age
The frailty of a lying face
In measurements too subtle to be seen
When with chaotic naivety
Of all things are eventually replaced
When what goes on out there
Is so far away
Alien to what is here
Unrecognizable and empty of pattern
Useless to word or to pen or to capture
Waning from sight and from sound and from rapture
When nothing really known bears truth
My thoughts turn to you
Up Here
Up there
Up there in the cosmos
It's cold
Empty and cold
Only intermittent lightning bugs disturb the all consuming reign
Of the vast icy waste before me
The limitless vacuum
Of space
Those fathomless congregations of swirling fireflies
Colligate and divorce on a scale too massive to witness
A scale that makes my existence
Seem infinitesimal
A figment
A blink
And it is
As is the gnat or the germ to me
So I think that all things must have a place
A purpose
A function
Some kind of space
Not manifest
Or preordained by an ultimate higher source
Just interaction
Blatant or subtle
Inconsequential or profound
It is all the same
Just survival
And death
And life
I think of these things
Within my limited time my limited space
As minimal as that may be
Up here
Up here in the cosmos
Up here
So far above that awesome blue ball that I once called home
That I once felt was my very own
With its powdery swirling atmosphere
And its scabbed and scaly patches
I float
I float above it all
And think of my life
So trivial and insignificant
Negligible to its grandeur
As it must be to space
I float
Up here
I float
Trajectory
As each heartbeat of the day
Whispers quietly away
And each passing of a year
Alleviates or solidifies your fears
As each hour at hand
Leads you further and farther
In both body and mind
From the womb towards the truth
Sail or...
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