Bloody old cross

You left me to die
on this bloody old cross.
You thought you were done with me then.
Damned if I haven't arisen again;
though not with a vengeance,
but limitless love for you.

Ain't it a shame ?

Ain't it a shame ?

Head hung bowed,
eyes to the ground,
throat seized iron-tight,
barely able to breathe,
world all a-whirl,
aquiver with shame.
Try as I might,
voice unable to cry
or to speak.

Ain't it a shame ?

her majesty decrees

the queen decked out
in her regal attire
glared haughtily down
her aquiline snout
at the spot on the floor
where i dared to be
with egg on my chin
or my fly was undone
or so i presumed
from her blatant disdain


surely more to follow....

name of the game

You can't be blamed
for your arrogant pride,
nor prejudicial spite,
so many centuries bred.

That imperious urge 
to establish your rank
cares little or nothing
of collateral damage.

The slice of your blade
was so silent and swift as
you glided so gracefully by

But the blood that was let
accomplished your mission;
I lay here to bleed out and die.

long live the king

the weary old ruler bristled with contempt
as the new man arrived and settled into his seat
he knew not what it was that disturbed him so
it seemed deeper than anything he could know

his reign of pomp and glory was coming to it's end
and this young upstart was bound to take his place
still some primal gut-felt tribal instinct shuddered 
at the sight and smell of this pretender to his throne


more to come.... 

sacred scroll

i am the bearer
of the ancient sacred scroll
upon which your destiny is written

i come not cloaked
in sacramental robes
if this were so
you would ne'er encounter me

there is but one way
you might learn to know me
through the open windows
of these tear-filled loving eyes

i'll not fill your mind with scripture
nor consecrate your worldly deeds
as i speak not in the language
of your everyday affairs

i am not here to teach you
nor save you from yourselves
all that i can ever do
is to love you without end

i am the bearer
of the ancient sacred scroll
upon which your destiny is written

can you see me in the bustling crowd ?
can you hear my lover's song
as it echoes in the evening breeze ?
do you know me as you gaze
into the newborn baby's eyes ?

i have always been here for you
with this timeless love and mercy
and have waited very patiently
for you to turn your heart towards me

i will never fail you
nor have i ever left your side

i am the bearer
of the ancient sacred scroll
upon which your destiny is written

my love for thee

my love for thee
lies hidden neath this
ancient war-worn armor

this weary soul cries out
for deep surrender
yet a burning primal fury
screams out for blood

all ye holy sages
of the ages
i humbly pray
that these eyes so blind
with prejudice and pride
might be cleansed
through your blessed tears

so that the raging war
within this battered breast
may come to know
a final lasting peace

and my love for thee
will be all there is to see

amen

to fly so high

today
i met an angel
wings resplendent
in the noonday sun
quivering with
urgent anticipation
to fly so high
so very high
beyond the very sky


more to follow....

faerie queen

some say she is a madwoman
most times i ken not what she utters
there are those magic moments though
as i gaze into brilliant coral-sea eyes
that her pure and vital heart sings out
of untold aeons of faerie queens
with nobility and grace known only
to the mystic spirits of the forest deep

sacred rendezvous

the holy moon and ice-white morning star
whispers sweet and silently to me
as i stroll along the dewy dawn-lit pathway
towards my sacred rendezvous with thee

the outsider

he has never known a choice
for life has only ever shown
a feral creature's random chance
at scraps and sacred offerings
found just beyond the outer edge
of that mysterious fearsome realm
where dwells the safely huddled pack

return of the gollum

the gollum has returned again
after one more hopeless venture
into the bitter hollow depths
of that place beneath the earth
which has forever been his haunt
but he can never call his home

for our wretched gollum
home is not an option
it is far too late for that
with his destiny now scrawled
upon the blood-stained walls
somewhere deep within his cave

at some long past fatal moment
he had surrendered up his hope
and exchanged it for a burning lust
to acquire his precious gleaming ring
then all would be put right again
his soul a paltry price to pay for him

thief in the night

he cannot serve thee
it is not within him
as he stands before you
hiding in plain sight
adorned with his finest attire

he takes all that you offer
trembling with lustful desire
behind his clever mask of grace

he is so greedy
for your everything
he smiles at all the right moments
performing his perfect lover's role
so to become filled with your sweet essence

you do not know his charade

or perhaps you have known all along
and have not wished to spoil his dream

like a sneak thief in the night
he has been taking, taking, taking
what you've always given freely
in full light of day

it could well be so
that his delicious prize,
your pure and lovely innocence,
was never stolen after all

but given freely
in full light of day

holy water

for the desert dweller
all water is holy

for the sailor lost at sea
all ground is consecrated

for the disenfranchised
all men are as one

slice and dice

you wield that pen
like a back-alley razor
as you slice and dice
your way through
those executive files

i lie bleeding out
here alone in the gutter
as you hurry on home
to your microwaved supper
cursing the fools on the road

why should you care ?
all i ever meant to you
was a few dotted ' i ' s,
yet another double-crossed ' t '
and a means to your cushy end

i lie bleeding out
just out of range of your sight
no need for you to worry or fret
as there's plenty to guzzle and pop
for comfort throughout the harsh night

you charm and you smarm
your way through daily affairs
leaving a slick in your wake
as i lie here bleeding out
due to one of your clerical mistakes

straw man

straw man
where are you now ?

your cock-sure bluster
has mercifully faded
into empty wisps
of bluff and dust

straw man
where are you now ?

what seemed the heart
of a mighty beast
reveals itself as barren chaff
strewn to the fickle winds

straw man
where are you now ?

your once fearsome roar
now less than a hollow echo
serves well and true
by it's welcome absence

straw man
where are you now ?

who am i ?

who am i ?

to deny
the truth,
the light,
the way ?

who am i ?

to say that
because it seems endless night
i no longer believe in the sun ?

who am i ?

to declare that
what i hold to be so
therefore must be truth ?

it is as though
the portrait
proclaims itself the man

who am i ?