Saturday, July 21, 2018

War drums

I heard the drums beating
Heard the hearts beat for war
I wear the wounds of past conflicts
Upon my arms
The politicians bleating
The land of 10,000 scars
Holding aloft a golden crucifix
To keep us from harm
But there will be no reasoning
There is none to have
When the season of war begins again
We live in the unforgiven lands
The drums beat calling
The dreamers of glory elated
Every great wall is falling
Morality lays castrated
Who are we to offer
The blood of our youth
Who will suffer
Who are we to sacrifice
A generation without mothers
We are the foolish
We are the long forgotten tribe
Who kills its youngest generations
For the sake of hatred and lies

Friday, July 20, 2018


Wearing the wings of death
And the cloak of flesh
She can travel in different forms
And has power to wield
With damnation to share
Her words are fierce
Even bold
And her appearance has been foretold
From galaxy to galaxy
She travels
From heart to heart
She harvests
The living to become the dead

Thursday, July 19, 2018

Dust of death

I am like the angel of death Azrael
Flowing in a black cloak
Eyes staring into the haze
No way of going forward 
I won't reach my destination
My home is still far away
I remember my first
And now this is my last
So very thirsty
The clouds so dry
Puffs of smoke they could have been
Not a drop of rain to be found
The dust rose from the ground
Behind me
Where my feet had passed

Wednesday, July 18, 2018


She had her "usual" from the menu
I always tried something new
She talked endlessly about her current favorite thing
I tried to explain how something came from nothing
We were never the same
We didn't share a name
How I miss her different ways
I am lost in malaise
There is nothing worse
Than a curse
Of nothingness together

Tuesday, July 17, 2018

How Dare I?

I had a vision
I saw it clearly
You stood by waiting
I was the spectacle
You found entertainment in
My soul imprisoned
Writhing in the deepest ecstasy 
Of the coldest pain
How dare I be hurt
I have only myself to blame
I refused to listen
As everyone watched
In silence
My darling affliction
I preferred to dream
I prefer the quiet
Of the crowd
Rather than live a fiction
Break me
Make me bend
But please tell me now
Why I should stay
It isn't like I am addicted
To the epic humiliation

Monday, July 16, 2018

Glorious is the image

Her name is Gaia
She is the goddess
Her image proclaims
Wonder and imaginings
Set upon a surface
Ecstatic and untamed
Nature is the hand
And existence the canvas
Abstraction upon purpose
Casting logic to the winds
Belief is the undiscovered country
And hope is the secret soul name
With glowing stars as paint
We can perceive the greater scene
Savoring the knowledge and wisdom
And the fire and the taste
Existence is not our creation
But we create
To celebrate
Creation is our parent
We are not tame
We are the child
Our nature is free
And our spirit is wild

Sunday, July 15, 2018

Great Apollo

His music weaves beauty
His will to create generous
And is exquisitely glorious
The entire universe his throne room
He loved his children and is not ireful
Even when they are restless
He is able to paint the earth as his canvas
Painting with delicate grace
Apollo plays his harp
Duly worshiped by the least powerful
He deigns to act for his children
Who exist across the planet
And he calls upon them
To simply increase his name
And make the discovered world his domain

"How charming is divine philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets Where no crude surfeit reigns"

John Milton

Saturday, July 14, 2018


To know the truth
Is not a comfort
When the facts are a path
To enter a maze
There is no proof
Days are numbered
While trying to escape
The wrath
There is no formula
No recipe for survival
Every entry into the labyrinth
Ends in death
To know the truth
Does not release one
For the chains of reality
Are never broken
And our flesh is temporary
Free your the spirit
Or suffer and permanently die

Friday, July 13, 2018

Punishment of Lust

They hover above the snow field
In transition from earth to the mists
From the life of flesh to that of spirit
They've been punished by the fates
For being yet unhealed
For sharing their gifts
For experiencing shame
They dared to be alive
Unchained and forgiven

Thursday, July 12, 2018

long gone

The entire of my existence has been spent
Upon a search for truth and the message sent
I refused to accept that I was flawed
Despite my being considered an outlaw
I preferred to think that I was a rebel
And even if condemned to hell
I'd have waited for you
And your touch
Never thought your affection to be too much
And I refused to conform
Fulfill the norm
I refused to be thought like others
And while that might be wrong
By the time you agree to be with me
I'll be long gone

Wednesday, July 11, 2018

First the Hammer, Now with nothing

First crushed by the Hammer
In the fields of Poitiers
Resurgent and consuming
Then set against the Balkans
And cast from the gates of Vienna
But the flood waters always rise
And the flood never ends
The fields of battle are never empty
Simply waiting
For the next letting of blood
No one should forget the debt
Nor pretend
That is wasn't needed
To those who rose in the past
Their remnant spirits should not avert their gaze
From our failings
There is still time
To dam the "waters"
There needs to be a way to block the flood
Before nothing remains

Tuesday, July 10, 2018


She was lithe
And moved softly
Grace expressed
In the form of a dancer
Her form was miraculous
Healed me
Simply by being
In her presence

Monday, July 9, 2018

Curtain fall

In eternity's thrall
My collar locked
The curtains fall
The story is ended
We have arrived
Reached the final chapter 
Down upon my knees
I can only crawl
Lay my body down
Upon this night of rapture
Let me find peace
Let me believe
And hear the call
Waking me to trumpet
At the end of it all

Sunday, July 8, 2018

End of the present

Whatever the number of our days
Or progression of the minutes
The seconds are countless
And time betrays
Life decays
There is nothing in this place
But waiting
And working to bring the moment
When the relentless floods promise
To burst through the dams
We cannot stop the inevitable
But we can measure a stake
In the time we are here
To be unmoved by the things of the moment
Because we await the forever
And will never stop
Even if the birth pains are torment
We do not regret
We do not pretend
We seek mercy
We seek grace
And desire only to repent
Of those things that make us die
Inside and outside
The flesh is the great betrayer
Now is the day
When our destiny is revealed
And we shine with his light
Forever after
And we shall fly
And conquer the sky
In his hands

“Time is a created thing. To say 'I don't have time,' is like saying, 'I don't want to.”
Lao Tzu

Saturday, July 7, 2018

cemetery cross broken

We often see
Spirit and flesh
As betrothed
But tipped over crosses
In a cemetery grown over
With roots and dead trees
Each screams
Revealing life
Where is only death
No one believes in ghosts
Or believes
That life ends
Forever ends
Because they don't know

Friday, July 6, 2018

Please remember

Please remember
Knowledge of is not causation
Even still
I confess to you
I never meant to do
All things you count
Against me in the book
My name appears without doubt
And I am aware of the accusations
But I was never guilty
Of the worst crimes
I couldn't even understand
How those who point at me
Could do so with any kind of conviction
In the truth
To the contrary
I had reserved my strength
To take your pain
I had counted it as worthy
To be the one who is blamed
I had it in me to be the one
Who loses his name
I give in
I give up
If this is a battle
I've lost
Not won

Thursday, July 5, 2018

consumed me whole

I confess that I regret
But can I ever forget
The choices I made
Emptied my soul
A beast who awaits
To consume me whole

Wednesday, July 4, 2018

If I were to live, I had to fight or die

My body was washed upon the shore
Exhausted, and mutilated from the ordeal
Cast out into the expanse, I stopped thinking
And had to just react
If I were to survive
And if I were to live
I was made to fight
Or die

Tuesday, July 3, 2018

No, just no

You take my hand
Place it on your lips
You guide my eyes
With your disguise
Hands upon your hips
Telling me
How much I mean
To you but
I don't
To anyone
I don't
To share
With you
Or anyone
My collapse
Is begun
You are the one
But I am not the one
You need
I will be gone
Long gone
Far too wrong
To do anything
So look to the horizon
I'll be somewhere
Far away
You see loving you
Showed me
Beyond any doubt
I've walked into
Final oblivion

Monday, July 2, 2018

You aren't Christ, I'm not Judas

How am I to interpret this latest speech
Am I the Christ needing crucifixion
Or are you suggesting that
My loyalty is such
That you believe I am Judas
And wait now for my kiss
To betray you to the Romans
And the complicit mob
Well the truth is that my greatest reach
Could not be near the conviction
Needed to be the one
To follow my conscience
And surrender you
I'd require a great deal of opium
To change my character
Frankly you aren't Christ
You aren't a martyr
You only love having that constant podium
Upon which to teach
Nothing I say is worthy
So why do I bother
I surrender to the mob
And they turn away
Throw me silver pieces
As you are slain
For the mob and Romans could recognize
The vile odium
Of your conceit