new day dawning

what certainly seemed a permanent closure
now reveals as a broad limitless highway
and the remains of the discarded shell
of that most recent fictitious persona
which i had donned as a cloaking device
belongs buried in some aluminum graveyard
for officially designated irrelevant records
filed under "for further reference" only

darkest of seas

I've sailed and bathed
in the darkest of seas
my fate took me there
I learned what was needed
to survive in those waters
to make it back home to you.

end of an era

ominous jangle
damned phone
don't answer it !
it will ring out
....eventually !

felt quite content
needing to rest
don't answer it !
oh well okay then

hello who is it ?
aah jeez my heart
the call before
the final goodbye

i knew it was coming
i am not prepared
how does one
do that for this ?

i am falling
too fast
too far
too long

please let there be a bottom
to this eternal descent

it's not dark
nor is it light
not even grey
but a lifeless
colorless shade of
worse than nothing

why is not the question
....never was !

but how long ?

til i meet that bottom
and it meets me

that infinite instant
that damned phone
that decision

the width and breadth
of all this means
is slighter than
that proverbial razor's edge
but slices cold and deep
as any razor might

the end of an era
is now at hand

i have become the formality
the file will close on me

an imaginary line
will now divide
the reality of
thee and me

defined by official words
scrawled upon some lifeless page
enclosed within a cardboard folder
placed in alphabetical order of course
buried deep within some aluminum graveyard

filed under "for further reference" only

the end of an era
is now at hand

the file will close on me

imaginary temple

beware the fiery wrath of
he who has assigned himself
the holy role of duty-bound protector
of the imaginary temple he's created
so to fortify his righteous notions of
what must seem clearly evident to all....
his divinely-anointed reason for being

hallelujah
don't you know ?



more to come....

Nothing at all

The cycle must be broken;
which proves a difficult task.
It's easy to disguise one's fear
by proclaiming "Let it be !"

It's said that evil flourishes
when good folks say nothing.

Nothing at all 

Let it be ?
I don't think so;
not a chance in heaven.


That's what happened
when I was young.
Evil did flourish.
Good folks said nothing.

Nothing at all.

This voice
prays only this;
to be available
as a channel
for the message
of that one
who is all-knowing.

That what is uttered
is not of me,
for me,
or about me.

That if someone
who is unable
to speak for themself,
this voice may be graced
by what's called to be spoken.

So I am not the one
who just stood by
and said nothing.

Nothing at all.

absolute surrender

i bring myself before you
knowing only i am dying
whatever healing needed
it's sure i cannot do alone


more to follow....

Man in the mirror

He who abides behind the mirror
depends upon his counterpart
for the stuff of his existence.
He must connive and scheme
to fascinate and captivate his prey.

He is the cunning predator.
He must feed upon the vanity
of the object of his desire,
to fuel his hope and dream
that he might gain release
from his figmentary prison.

He does not exist;
Yet he is always there;
like the carnival marionette
asleep in his battered trunk,
who only dances into life
when the master plies the strings;
and the roaring audience is
primed for the big show.

The lights go on
The music trumpets
Ta-ta-dahhh !
Ladies and gentlemen,
boys and girls,
children of all ages,
now for your wonderment;
the man who is not there !

He doesn't even lie in wait;
it's not patience that's his tack.
He is nothing.
He is no-one.
Yet each and every time,
he succeeds with his illusion;
a performance so convincing
you believe he's real as you.

It's nothing personal.
He seeks to capture your attention,
and dazzle you with his skills.
He has so many magic tricks.
He is the smoke behind the mirror.

His mission is a simple one,
to persuade you of one thing.
You'd be so much better off
if you should trade domains,
only for an hour or two;
with his solemn oath of honor
that when the moment did arrive
he would be sure and willing
to return from whence he came.

So take great care and caution
when you gaze into that mirror.
That fine fellow smiling back at you,
that you trust with all your heart,
wishes only this of you;
that you take him on his offer
so that he may win your soul.

Then it shall be you who's trapped
behind that looking glass.

place in heaven

i've reserved a place in heaven
and it's all paid up in full
procured upon the payment plan

each and every sunday without fail
i placed a little extra in the basket
so that i and all my chosen ones
should have first class digs in the sky


more to come....

Call of silence

The clutching claws
and voracious jaws
of worldly machinations,
won't let me exit quietly
without a price to pay.

I hear the call of silence
like a thousand banshees
screaming in my brain.

Come to me.
Come to me now.
I am the one that offers solace.
In me you shall find peace.

No longer does the hustle
or the clamor hypnotize me,
so to become entangled
in that tricky sticky web.

Out here on the edge,
just beyond the city limits,
the flicker and the glitter
and perpetual sussing hum
still captivates my fancy.

So I linger on the fringe,
neither here nor there,
just waiting, only waiting,
for what, I don't have a clue.

I'm still not yet convinced
that this piercing silence,
which beckons from
some primal wilderness,
will not crush me neath
an endless emptiness.

dinosaur

old dinosaurs never die
they just become extinct and fossilize

old hypocrite

the old hypocrite rejoices
in the privilege of his age
no longer must he play-act
for all the world to hear and see
he can drop the phoney mask
and just spit it out like he sees it

all that vitriol and bitter bile
that he's swallowed up for aeons
he's now free to hurl and spew
but if one cares to pay a visit
one must surely bring a wet-wipe
and a hefty paper-towel or two


more to come....

Untouchable

No mercy for the untouchable.
Everyone knows this is so.
We espouse the highest principles
for all the world to see and hear

Except for he that's least of us
who is here to serve us all
in a way that only he can do.

He was born to be the bearer of
our shame, guilt and crimes,
especially our countless sins.

He must accept the bitter bite
of our officially sanctioned lash.
It is written in the scriptures
and been so throughout time.

Forgiveness is beyond our ken,
due to what we fear might follow.

It is never about forgiveness;
that's entirely beside the point.

He must die !
Pure and simple;
as he is the chosen one.

And he shall die !
For all the world to see.

For our shame, guilt and crimes,
especially our countless sins.

Just you wait and see.

the mountain-top

it seems the most efficient way
to reach the mountain top
is through the desert wasteland
it's only there that one might learn

all water is truly holy
and all men are as one.

writing on the wall

the writing's on the wall, boy
you just can't read it yet

you think we're gonna stand on by
while you make us look so bad ?
the plan is in the works, boy
you just don't know it yet

the hammers they are pounding
as the hangman's scaffold rises
you just can't hear them yet

the writing's on the wall, boy
you just can't read it yet

My dream for you

I dare not answer you in kind.

That willow rod you wielded
succeeded in slicing through
to this heart's tender core.

I dare not answer you in kind.

I'd fulfill your dream for me
as all your sensibility commands
I dance to the tune you play

I dare not answer you in kind.

I'd fulfil my dream for you
as all my sensibility demands
retribution for your crimes.

I dare not answer you in kind.

by dying at your hands

i have come to love you
by dying at your hands
i couldn't have forgiven you
had you not murdered me.

i would have never seen
beyond my bitter blinded eyes
had you just left me there to die

but you were there when i awoke
as from a dream of cold-white terror

you were there in that dark doorway
to let me know we'd e'er be bound
by a contract sealed in buried dread
only undone through my surrender

by god's grace
i could never answer you in kind
though many times i wished it so

i have come to love you
by dying at your hands
and though you murdered me in rage

i forgive you

and so commit you
to your everlasting rest

critical malady

if you wish to know the nature
of the critical malady called life
place all your focus here and now
upon the one you choose to hate
all those worldly words of wisdom
will dissipate and melt away
within that blazing spiteful rage
and all your hopes of lasting peace
shall be adrift within the smokey haze

dare to speak

I'm here to force each moment to it's crisis point.
Not just for me, but all those I encounter.
When I just let the scene play out,
I'm stuck in some murky shade of grey.

The patterns of abuse are etched in stone.
Why can't I leave these harmful things alone ?
"Just let it be !" is what I'm told.

I ask my God what must I do
the answer is this;
Dare to live !
Dare to feel !
Dare to dream !
Dare to speak what must see change !

Bone and ashes

You think you know me;
that figment dancing in your mind's eye.
You think you understand me;
that puppet dangling from imaginary strings.
You believe you know what's best for me;
as though you could see inside my soul.

I am that one which in the end
feeds upon your flesh and marrow,
when your faerie tale has ended;
when the legend of yourself
has come to mud and dust,
and all that's left is all that's been;
bone and ashes and endless time.

Another magic tale will call for telling.
Another kingdom born to rise and fall.
And the heroes and the villains,
with all those damsels in distress,
will utter pithy lines of verse.
As though what they cry and chant
were somehow real and more than just
bone and ashes and endless time.

no way out

Not a poem

I hurt;

like a Frankenstein monster.

Iron fist
Unrelenting
Squeezing my heart

The campaign has begun
the villagers gather as I speak
it's only a matter of moments now
they are coming
nowhere to run or hide
heart pounding
panic
taste of blood and rust in my throat

i must make my peace

certainly not with them
it is too late for that
but with my maker

the Frankenstein monster cries;
"Who are you that has made me thus ?"

to the villagers
I am but but rags and bone;
without heart or soul.
it's easier that way,
for what must be done.

no way out

they are here
they are closing in

it is done

It's not personal

A stroke of the almighty pen,
and the execution is complete.
no need to wash your hands,
see my face or know my name.
I am that one who's least of us,
who must suffer for your sins,

It is written in the scriptures,
drenched and sealed in blood.
Some poor unlucky soul must
be sacrificed upon your cross
to relieve you of your guilt.

only ever thee

my garments have
been stripped away
along with any hope
of tender mercy
these feet made bare
and sorely bleeding
it's time again to bear
your earthly burden
clearly still you know
not what you do.

if it is for me to suffer
neath your bitter scorn
i gladly do so with the
blessing of our father

I pray you come to see
it can only ever be
it's not me you see
upon this bloody crucifix
but only ever thee

Child of the desert

I am a child of the endless desert.
This arid heart has long endured
the coldest, blackest of her nights,
and lay buried dormant through
the cruelest of her searing days.
Yet she is the holiest of mothers;
to her I owe the breath of life.

Heaven's rain

your unexpected
words of kindness
fell upon this
desert dweller's
withered heart
like healing drops
of heaven's rain

Best intentions

A well-intentioned man
assaulted me today with
unwanted words of scripture,
that burned through me like acid
and left me wallowing in shame

I didn't even get his name.

I must always remember this;
despite the best of intentions,
my words may lead the other
straight back to hell again.

Where would that leave me ?

two dogs

there are two dogs
who reside inside
one's called jekyll
the other named hyde

woof woof


more to come....

bleeding beacon

He has been anointed as
the keeper of the holy word.
Surely it's this sacred duty
which propels him ever on.
It's become so clear to him
that we simple common folk
would be lost without him.

It is written in the scriptures
one like him shall so descend
to travail and walk among us,
as a bleeding beacon for us all.

no place to hide

if i could steal
you out of time
there would be
no place to hide

i would then finish
what was started
when you left
me there to die

it's not vengeance
which i seek
nor retribution
for your crimes

but to embrace you
with forgiveness
if i could steal
you out of time

except for he

he stands before you naked
though fully clothed
hiding behind himself
the truth for all to see
except, of course, for he

"frankly, i don't give a damn !"
he lies, as honest as could be

it seems so clear to me
he cares too much for thee
he just can't let you see

he hides behind himself
the truth for all to see
except, of course, for he

sailor's ditty

well, i'm a sea-worn sailor
come all the way back from hell
been around the block
and around the world
with many a tale to tell

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