Separation Anxiety...

Looking beyond yourself

at a given situation,

removing yourself

from the Equation,

turning to a blank page,

tuning in to another station

to view Reality

without the Duality,

the Ying and the Yang

and the Banners that hang

loosely in musty halls,

playground laughter

and theatre catcalls;

little wonder that it all

is too much at times...

 

It is Distance

that gives Perspective,

not unlike

The Prime Directive,

Jim,

Live and Let Live,

help when and where you can

is not so hard to understand

but is it Man's Vanities

he imposes against Humanity

that makes him blind

so he that he does not

want to hear or see

The Truth

before his Eyes;

so much easier

to live a Lie...
 

Sept. 17, 2015

Gearing Up (Battle Armour)...

Winter's Solstice,

what do you most miss;

in a Childhood,

gone all too soon,

to the Stark Realities

of Forlorn Youth,

Ravages of  Time,

Savages on the Seven Line

 crossing from DisCivilization

to the HinterLand

where Beasts of Color still roam

and the aromas alone

will transport you there;

changing Countries,

even Hemispheres

by the smells in the Air;

Cumin, Paprika, Curry Powder

as the Music changes also

but the Beat,

always the same,

Rhythmic, Feral,

 not the sterile mayonnaise
of this Misbegotten Age...

 

Rage for but a moment

at this stage

perhaps best to lie Dormant

and watch the Maddening Crowd,

the Apathetic Herd,

whilst I turn my PlowShares

into sharp Swords;

the Army of the Lord

will have need of such...

Dec. 25, 2015

 

Take it Up ( Your Lot in Life, Your Cross to Bear)...

Divine Madness,

Infinite Sadness,

Situations ludicrous

for what can frustration do,

but increase the Disbelief

in the way

things have come to be;
in the Pomp and Circumstance,

see the Gallows Twitching Dance
no one seems

to want to understand,

All want to be lead,

some by the nose,

some by the hand;

Void of Purpose,

your Purpose is the Void

in a Soul destroyed,

betrayed by misuse;

what sorry excuse

will you give when asked

for the Reason

you stood by

and did Nothing?...

He among you

who is without Sin,

a Good place to begin;

can you take it on the chin,

take one for the team,

can you lay your Life down

saying,

"Here it is, I don't need it,

I will always have my Soul",

do you have that much Control?...

June 27, 2015

 

Measuring Jerusalem...

Measure for measure,

the Accounting has begun;

matter not where you stand ,

of no avail would it be

for you to turn tail and run,

too late for Good deeds

with Evil intent done

for the Scales of Justice

will take the portions

and find the Worth
of Everyone
and those found lacking,

the slack jawed,

the Fools laughing
as the House burns around them,

will become as Shadows,

will fall like Sparrows

fleeing the Hawk's talons

as the Tempests rages

and the Rains fall in gallons,

turning Mountains into Plains,

then, it will be too late

for you to change your Mind...

Not all comes

to those who wait,

the Seed of Doubt
grow into the Fruit of Faith;

look to your Hear,

realize before it's too Late

that what you're waiting for

is within you to Open,

you only need to realize

you need more...

June 27, 2015

It All Flows...

Are we changed

by Circumstance;

is it as simple as that,

is it all left to chance;

Life, Love, Romance,

all just Happenstance?...

I think not;

there is much more,

what might lie ahead,

what waits in store

depends upon

the avenues you explore,

if you answer the knock

upon the door;

the Choice is yours...

Every Stone cast

into the Water

affects the surface

but sinks to the bottom,

never to rise

(no surprise)

but the Tree that grows

along the banks

draws Nourishment

and is Content

to watch the Water,

knowing it,

Loving it

and Happy

for its company...

 

Dec. 7, 2015

Danny Flynn...

Coins tossed

into the ring,

tuxedos instead of togas,

but it's still the same thing,

ye gods,

the Inhumanity;

does anyone remember

Danny Flynn?...

If you Believe,

if you know you're Right,

Fight,

you can lose

and still win

if you can get

one person to See;

be Free,

Be True to yourself

for the is

nothing else...

 

When the Lord

calls your Name,

will you lift your Head?...

Nov. 30, 2015

 

Manifest (The Book of LIfe)...

Be Angry,

but let it be

Righteous Anger,

Sin not in your Fury

for you are not

Judge and Jury,

there may be

other sides

tot the story;

even Solomon

in all his Wisdom

and his Glory

would listen well,

would think

before he acted;

look to all the Facts,

find the Truth

in what you see,

 be Assured

in what you Believe

for the Lord will tell you

what you kneed to Know

before you do

what you need to do...
 

Nov. 30, 2015

 

The World Awakens...

The City of Light

ablaze in an Evil glow

Satan's laughing

with delight;

Mick was spot on

all the those years ago

but here we are

and there it remains;

The Painful Truth...

 

Of what use

to rant and rail;

this Veil of Tears is short

be not caught

Unprepared

or worse,

Unconcerned...

Not an Eye for an Eye

but Righteous Anger,

the first letter in Death

turns to Danger...

Beware, Isis,

bemoan your Fate,

you have no Divided us,

you have United us,
now too late

realize your Mistake...

Nov. 21, 2015

 

Job's Children...

In the blink of an Eye

you're left Reeling

Kneeling,

Pounding the ground

Crying,
"Why,

how is is I am so beset,

what Indignity

have I not yet endured?"...

 

Lord, knows

I have had more

than my fair share

of Misery and Agony,

of One Step Forward

and Two Back,

Always hating myself

for the attributes I lack,

the Baddest of the Bad,

the Saddest Sack,

Innocent of the Crime

that have placed
me once again

on Torquemada's Rack

but

not willing to plead guilty

to return to

the same World...

 

Sept. &, 2015

All Aboard...

Cleansing Rain,

changing Seasons

Rise and Fall

Life and Death

spend not your Time

searching for Reason

for Man

has become UnNatural

the Freight Train's

cars open wide

and The Herd tumbles out.\,

bumbling towards

the Cattle Call;

Sightless Seers,

Flightless Birds,

wings clipped at Birth

with little

(if any)

Self-Worth,

Taught to Despise

Free Thought,

Hoping the Lies they bought

were not at

too High a Price...

Sept. 30, 2015

Watch Your Step...

Learning,

always Learning

and,

in that,

a Turning away

from what is not for me,

not this it

was not always seen,

it was just

too much to bear,

almost too much to believe
One can Care for Another

until the Other

Discovers for Themselves

to Care for Themselves...

 

Till then,

upon the dusty shelf

you will sit

with forgotten Tomes

of Alexander's Knot

and The Fall of Rome

with Lessons Lost as well

for God did not create Hell,

we each make our own...

Sept. 29, 2015

Acid Tears...

I have Sympathy

for Satan,

the Original Lost Soul,

who thought

(perhaps too much

or vainly)

he might have

some semblance of Control

when his Being,

his Existence,
as ours,

is beyond our

Understanding,

beyond our grasp,

not ours to claim

but to lay at the feet

of the Father,

try to complete

our small part,

our small role

 in the Mystery,

the Marvel 

of the Celestial Design

meant to teach us

how to Live...

  Sept. 25, 2015

Jezreel Street (Ghetto Gazing, Hearing the Hood)...

No longer

any Chance

in my Life,

there is Reason, 

Method to this Madness,

Earth filled with Sadness

as the billion

different Worlds spin,

each on its own Melancholy Moon,

Barren, Void,

Destroyed to Ruin,

Lost in Lonely Orbits

about the Dead Sun

that give no Warmth...

 

Fields laying Fallow,

Sheep Lost in Withered Pastures

Grandeur of SkyScrapers
Lost among the Shadow

they themselves cast;

Shepherds have become

the Last to Know

but the First to ask

for More 

(always More)

than their Fair Share...
 

Sept. 25, 2015

 

Apia Avalon...

Fiery Trail
Flaming
Reds and Oranges
aglow
with SunSet's
soft Glory;
therein
lays the Story
of Fading
but, somehow,
at the same Time,
Restoring,
Boring into your Soul,
Raising you over
the Knoll
to where the
Barge to Avalon awaits,
 and the White Witches
with Gossamer skirts
and Lace Bodices
with Excalibur,
awash in Incandescence
as Night Pulls Shade
from its mantle
and covers Earth
in Sleep yet again...
 
Sept. 25, 2015
 

Spirit of Wood...

Towards Track

turns the Breeze

as my shins tingle

and humming

fills my knees;

air crackles,

a Vibrant Voice

beckons me above it all,

beneath me...

Politics;

Pointless Posturing,

Nurturing Nothing,

siding against One Another

instead of United

in Common Cause...

Religion,

Saving Souls

at the Expense 

of a Life,

as if the Empathy

is Good enough

but Thought without Action
is a Flower

without Bloom...

Sept. 26, 2015

Rue de Regret (A Knight's Tears)...

Need a pair of Greaves

for when amid

Branches and Leaves,

Brambles, Bushes

and Old Growth Trees

tend to bark my shins

and scuff the knees

of my pants,

but therein

lies the Romance,

the Element of Surprise,

Age tells,

it never Lies

though not always

Self-Evident

(to ourselves we Lie the most)

we are

(most of us)

indeed

all our own Ghosts,

Shadows of Ourselves,

Lagrime Corpore,

Pale Comparisons

to what may have been

Again,

there lies the Sin...

 

Sept. 21, 2015

 

Shine, then Rise...

A Blank Page,

never feel my Age,

always, still,

the Youngest

Kid on the Block;

no Concept 

of Time or Money,

no Eye on the Clock

(that's funny,

considering Time

is of the utmost);

at least

a morning toast

or a plain bagel

to plant the coffee

coursing through me,
a medium Turbo,

Light and Sweet,

Day's begun...

Where starts your Day;

mine long before

first Light of Dawn,

ere the Cardinal announces

and Earth bounces

from the rumble of

the Asphalt Cutters

miles away

as Manifest Destiny

and Eminent Domain

come to play in my head,

wondering what 

might have grown here

 instead of:

Rotting Tracks

and Crumbling Factories

Rusted Rails,

Faded Memories

of the Glory that was Rome,

crazed Emperors,

Divine Comedies;

it's no joke,

Brother,

or it is

but the joke is on you...

You Decide

not to go along,

placidly chewing your cud

or hiding,

crying you couldn't;

all it takes

is to have a little Pride... 

Sept. 21, 2015

Gabby...

Fresh Faced,

Angel hair

and Eagle Eyes,

Alert and Awake,

no putting a Scare

into this Girl

for she holds the World

in her Open Arms

and Open Heart;

her parents

must have known from the start,

Fools they were to

try to tear asunder

the Natural Beauty,

this Marvelous Wonder

put on Earth,

not to Take,

but Give,

not to get Educated

but to Learn and Live...

Shine on, Sweet Girl
as if you have a choice

but we all do

and you answered, 

"Yes..."
in a Voice that Sings...

Sept. 26, 2015

Take Heed (II)...

Five cars long,

not including Locomotive,
Silver Surfer
shaking Earth 
and rattling
railroad gravel
as Crows cry out,
"Twelve-Thirty,
bound for Derby",
yards behind,
in Slipstream's Embrace,
Iridescent,
almost Incandescent,
Black-Winged Honor Guard
under Chalk-Colored Blue Sky,
with Cotton Candy Clouds
turning into a Herd of
White Buffaloes,
grazing among the Azure Hues...

No small clue
to the Existence,
regret not your Resistance,
be glad you may still be saved...

Sept.26, 2015

Fairly Obvious...

Bullshitters,
Word splitters,

Lie spitters,

uttering UnTruths 

they have come to Believe;
no, not Believe

but Follow

lest the Hollow Ring 

to their Words

increase the faint

Echo of Truth

within the Lie

for that is a Lie

in and of itself;

a Refusal,

Going Along,

not Participating,

no Perusal

for it is easier

to Live another's Life

than to decide yours...

Rise above,

surprise yourself;

you are Greater 

than you know

but only if  you Believe...

Sept. 27, 2015

Slant...

Different,

but the same,

what, 

then, is it 

that has changed;

not the Air,

though it smells sweeter,

not the Moon

or the Stars

or the Sun,

they are still hung

upon the Celestial Tapestry

separating us
from the Gods,

Great and Small,

those forgotten 

in crumbling ruins

on vine-covered jungle walls

where Panther lurks

and Python crawls...

 

Light

my Way,

Light 

the Day,

show me the Way

to a Home

I've never known;

the Time has come

for me to live Alone,

to see if i can bear myself

to see if i can spare myself

a little Time

to gather myself

for the Battles yet to come...

Sept. 9, 2015

 

Clean Break...

History

speaks of it,

no Mystery,

the Bible foretells of it

why should I

have to spell it out for you

when it was writ

for all to See

in the Millennia

before you and me?...

 

You know the Truth of this;

what Need for Justice,

Cold Courts,

where Vengeance not Wisdom

is dispensed,

where Less and Less is Learned

and More is Lost,

more minds

tossed into the Fire,

more Minds turned

away from the Simple Truths,

the Little Voice

reminding you,

not chiding you

of the Way to go

you already know

but allow your Fears

to hold you back...

 

Break Free from yourself,

accept your Faults

as well as your Virtues

for the always outnumber them;

move beyond,

move along,

there are no

Innocent Bystanders here...

Sept. 12, 2015

 

 

It's Just You...

Think for yourself,

Believe in yourself,

hold True to your Beliefs

or find a better Way

to Live your Life

for all its Strife

and Suffering

within this Veil of Tears

One needs buffering;

how the ears ring

in the Midst of the Tempest,

the Maddening Crowd,

where the Loudest

say the least

and if you Turn the Other Cheek

the Reality is

Society will Judge you Weak

and still more Sorrow

will you meet...

 

Stand

for what's True,

Believe in better,

Prepare, Persevere

is how to withstand

the inclement weather;

look before you Leap,

Think before you Speak,

Pray and Thank God

before you Sleep

and Praise

the Light of Day

if it finds you...

 

Sept. 14, 2015

Fly True...

Watch the Arrow

as it nears its Apex;

seems to almost

catch its Breath

before,

with determined face,

plunging towards Earth;

Helical, Mystical,

Spiritual fletching,

stretching, straining,

no Time to explain,

must be off and on my way

for I've been too long astray

and the Time is right

to do what I was meant for...

 

Metaphors against

Closed Doors,

look at the pretty bauble,

ah, now you've bought

half the story

and if that compels you

wonder about more,

no harm, no foul,

no Irritable Bowel Syndrome

from keeping it all in

for,

once again,

there lies the Sin

as when you never Begin

when you Believe Compassion

is enough;

wrong, Brother,

it is only in the Action

lies the Love;

one Thought

will not change a moment

but one move

might save the Day,

or the World...

 

Sept. 17, 2015