Poetry

Silence

Upon Ireland’s castles
Ravens alight
Dark and unnumbered
Like little deaths
As they dreamt
On the battlefield
Above the vacant stares
Of glimpsed divinity
And the fading of memory

The Rush v2.1

The rush runs
through my veins
tingles my skin
raises my hair
empowers
flesh and mind
blending the might
that moves the world
with an ecstasy that connects
heartbeats in the dark womb
revealing
secrets and communions
primal patterns
in orgasms and words

Cauldron of Poesie

Honey tongued lips
Cause to spring forth
Images torn from fantasy
Sweet caresses
Skalding burns
Illumination
Manipulation
Conduit to truth
Catalyst of reality
Symbols poured pure

Horn of Plenty

Out in the deep
elder forests and verdant seas lie,
not yet touched by the lens of man
or that of a more alien sense.
There the knotwork loosens its grip
freeing beauty and spirit.
Upon waves of green and trails of silver,
new vistas and worlds wait for birth
while the ancient await meaning.

Kingdom of the Blind

I’m not to blind to see…
the secret wars
the white lies
that money talks
and freedom dies
just don’t talk about it
Dead souls wearing black silk ties
sell your soul for the merchandise
debts accrue so you work all your life
for the vast sums to purchase paradise
In the kingdom of the blind
I see the world wars
the great lies
that greed talks
and wisdom dies
just don’t talk about it
There is confusion at the pharmacy
about how to prescribe the cure for insanity
the new gods are sex, scandals, and drugs
appeased by the media frenzy in our sick society
In the kingdom of the blind
Take a pill and just don’t think about it
I see the secret wars
the corporate lies
that power rules
and the hero dies
In the kingdom of the blind
It’s all just props and scenery
suicide dreams and mediocrity
the one-eyed man is ostracized,
burned alive or crucified
for telling the slaves
chained to their comfortable caves
of sunlight and trees
or the sweet breeze
of royal reason.
In the kingdom
In the kingdom of the blind
Just don’t talk about it…

13th Street Espresso

On the patio outside
Sitting on wrought iron,
I share meaningful words.
Back and forth,
about the meaninglessness,
of it all.
Spilt Diet Coke pools on the sidewalk
while laughing girls run by.
These ingredients merge with the aroma,
enriched by a hundred blends,
of coffee and people.
On the table inside
Lounging on plastic vinyl,
I write meaningless words.
Left to right,
about the meaning,
of it all.

Manjusri

I have built this nest
of my ideas, thoughts,
mistakes, faults,
and even successes.
They have become brittle
and dry.
I step into the pyre
like Man herself
but where He melts
memories into ruin
experience tempering not…
I rise with the smoky wind
and cover this land of fantasy.
Forging new conjunctions,
slicing old corruptions,
feeding on novelty,
and now beyond Form or Idea.
I walk from my sunrise paradise
and carry the Garden
into the empty desert.

In Moonlight

In moonlight,
saltwater drips from the gnarled domes
of laden vessels,
heralding the hope of a new beginning.
In moonlight,
their mothers and grandmothers
assaulted the shore,
in a procession made sacred by time.
In moonlight,
wearily digging wombs
they let fall the eggs of new sons and daughters,
white creations within wet earth.
The pearls of bone open,
letting loose
the slow green children from well appointed prisons;
emerging from the sand,
they leave footprints and memories,
to be washed
into the constant mother sea.

Being

The River is,
each moment changing, transforming,
as I change and transform.
Does the river possess its water?
Do I possess myself?
I look back on the path the river,
has carved into the earth.
I see the journey I have taken.
This is not me,
just my memory,
of history.
My eyes are open,
to the future
as the river rushes on,
bubbling, twisting, turning,
I live in the experience
of beloved now.
Who knows what transmutations,
and evolutions,
are in store?

Temptation

The purely singing girl without a care,
gradually, casually, completely unaware,
slipped ever deeper into the regio.
Piercing the barriers of a twisted mirror,
passing through and entering my realm.
Oh, fair maiden step not any further,
for the heart of my kingdom
awaits in the inner ring
of stones and mushrooms,
past this grove of Ash and Rowan.
Many are the dangers in my woods.
Beware! For the satyr’s lust roams
with the life craving Kia Sidhe,
and most of all, awake not the Forest Lords,
slumbering within their ancient trees.
Soon, beautiful lady night will arrive
within this vast and mutable dreaming,
influencing my nature, my childe,
shifting all light into shadow,
filling me with a growing desire.
While the gloaming deepens,
with a titanic effort of will
my human half screams,
Leave now! Or forever you will stay,
In these lands of perfect summer.
Quickly lass, you must choose,
or your mortal life you’ll lose,
for my hunger can be held
long enough for you to go
and pass beyond my golden bough.

Along My Way

Workshop 12

(Modified villanelle)

Words and misery drive me on
While I walk alone as my soul wears thin
I listen to a world that I don’t live in
My time moves on and my heart grows dead
While words and misery drive me on
I drag my ragged and branded self home again
My life crawls by except in my dreams in bed
While I walk alone as my soul wears thin
I gamble with the hope that someday I’ll win
My love runs past me to smile another goodbye
While words and misery drive me on
I redigest my scars as I ask myself why
My loneliness kills slower than a bullet to the head
While I walk alone as my soul wears thin
My words and misery drive me
Along my way

Soulflower

Divine breath, my epiphany
As words flow and worlds grow
I’m peering into nothingness,
Formless in the void,
Spewing forth creation
From deep within;
A higher self of the self.
My melody wells from the birth of emotion,
From the seat of the soul,
Inspiring wonder as the observer of beauty,
Awakens the seed of a flowering destiny.
Now I’m set to go on the wyld,
Perched on the cliffs of forever
With poetry as my might
I head off into twilight
Reborn in the dawn,
My eyes reflect
The eternally transitory.

Immortality

(In the manner of Tadeusz Rosewitz)

A hundred thousand or more leave
everyday with barely a whimper
this world of wonder.
I choose not to fall into darkness
where the nameless torture for delight;
I will not run for the glory at the end
of that tunnel blazed in light.
I do not need or want proofreading
of my life’s enjambed lines
by some sympathetic sin editor.
I don’t plan on being a dead genius
spouting withered wisdom to future ages.
I will strive
for no ending
and no blade
flaming or not
and no king
devil or not
shall stay my hand
from reaching up to pluck
a second bite.

World of Stone

I don’t know where I’m goin’,
I don’t know where I’ve been.
I don’t know in this world of stone
If I’m goin’ to still be all alone…
Within this field made of bones,
Where I’m crowned and enthroned.
I don’t know where you’re goin’,
I don’t know where you’ve been.
I don’t know in this world I’ve shown
If you were to be made mine I’d atone…
Dig up my soul from a cairn of stones,
Where I am lain frozen and entombed.

Version 2 of “Charcoal”

Blank sheets
stare accusingly
begging for change
there’s no purpose
no passion
No one’s home
Wake up!
Stand up!
as I drown
Where is that new wind?
my muse stillborn
silent, vacant
I’m….
buried, burnt
black and gray
Wake up!
Stand up!
as I drown
Where is that old brilliance?
my dawn eclipsed
silenced, fallen
I’m….Charcoal…
buried, burnt
black and gray
As I lie down
there are no stars
my dreams flee
strings sing out of tune
pennies all spent
sunlight dressed in red
twilight in dusk
I’m…Hollow…
hollow, hollow
Why?…..

Perception v2.0

Penetrate all barriers
bypass the limitations
those filters and blinders
imposed by biology, culture
and circumstance
Become the beast
welcome the saint
extremes wrapped in fragile meat
Preserve the primitive
and exalt reason
sing into the sea of illusion
Naked

untitled

I, son of the tree and brilliant glory
stride my hidden ways edged in shadow
listen to glimpses from other oceans
delve deeper into the hazelnut’s dream

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