Monthly Archives: August 2018

IT COMES FROM ABOVE

IT comes from above
above all war

And through a fire-burnt
a fire-burnt humans sow

But legions sleep from titanic struggles
encumbered they groan

emptied, bleeding, mourning in anguish
embracing they do — horror alone.

IT comes to sooth a thousand fears
to wipe away all falling tears.

Yet the wounded heart denies the royal visit;
shell shocked and gaunt the eyes remain sullen halls.

HAIL COMPASSION! that knows no bounds//higher than all clouds it comes

HAIL LOVE! That shinning King of Hearts // it comforts all.

and if courage is mine
and if wisdom is mine
then in mastery of self all shadows flee
and all evils upon their knees
they march toward oblivion.

And then and only then
am i free…
am i free?

:: 08-11-2018 ::


LISTEN ATHENA!

Dear! Broken is the heart
if nature not adored
and if zip-splashed colors
upon tender Spring petals
does not soften the Soul!

And brevity like sudden
delight pleases reading
eyes!

:: 08-06-2018 ::


A BROKEN SPADE

A morning’s fear broke through my
bedroom’s window pane
The color black choked the remnants
of my dream — it’s taste, the pink
of pain

i kiss my darkest ghosts goodbye
and embraced my lover’s secret place

THAT out of this ruin
from dust of violence
you created paradise
THAT now my ocean is
this deeper blue &
all my pain within a wooden crate
floats miles from screaming faces

And a hole dug as deep as a man
is tall holds a broken spade,
rusted like my ancient thoughts.
Today i vow to never allow my
ghosts to feast on fear or pain.

:: 08-06-2018 ::


AM I HERE?

art and poetry


The Almost Unspeakable


Dew Pressed Evening Light

From the dew pressed evening light
there by the biding brightly might
of my somber receding life;
as others might lesser me could not
by depressed inner sigh
was and is my stormy life
depression within the fold.
From the earliest of my days
there within me sadness lay
And all the joy of my heart
by the same tone could not fight
for self unless i be torn;
my compassion extended long
beyond the reach of my needing
own — and now as time has stretched
it’s thinning arms i find myself
a stowaway upon the desolate spot
cast aside in stormy water
still my love and beating heart
sails across the vast dark void
to comfort afflicted tormented
souls- of blue and silver sparks
by striking words and thunder talk
the angel my guardian holds my
hand (now that Heaven hears
my tears) Of a day more near
than far when shall i too find
the love as my own to comfort me.

:: 08-03-2018 ::


LYCANTHROPIC ME


THESE LAST DAYS

THE world is on fire and Pisces has died.
“Pray for me” an old man pleads; his teeth are
missing and his dog is foaming at the mouth.

These are the dying days and no one to rescue
the world from thie cosmic ruin of a godless
curse.

I say hold me tight until i feel your dreams
and comfort your soul, my love.

As with all things, this too shall pass into the night
like the embers from our ruined cities.

Tomorrow may be the last, or a new day, the new
dream where all things are made new.

Unitl then, let us hold each other while the nightmare
savages the life from everything we once cherished.

And remember, I will always love you.

:: 08-02-2018 ::