the image of love in
the mirror
turns...
into a whirlpool of desire
we cannot maintain our balance
and so we fall
was it love?
we are the fuel
and when we are gone
there is no flame
i became brilliant beneath the light of your love
i was alive
and only then was i alive
woven into tapestries of color and sound
where have you gone?
i look for you in every face
but i do not fall in love
i remain apart
one wing in an empty sky
somewhere inside
a woman moves
and at night she often dances
in perfect breath with me
this is the woman with whom i am truly close
this is the only woman
mother of God
sound and fury
silence absolute
beautiful beyond description
terrifying in full approach
the mind dissolves
"be still my child
no harm will come to you
strong men i bring them down
and suck them dry
but my child may dwell in safety"
i looked too hard and too long
i found her and now i cannot return
there is no dream of life that can be believed
there is only the vastness of space
the appearance of time
and the differing weight...
sometimes heavy
like the sorrow of a long past
sometimes light as an angels hand upon your shoulder
steering a course through the stormy heavens
and planetary wars fought in human form
until the last day
she is everywhere
in unseen miniature multiplied
in the air
the earth
the dancing flesh
she takes me in my sleep
flying up the long corridor to my bright home
why is it difficult to leave the fields of play?
here among the doomed flowers
the gravity of bones
the brief exhalation of life
young girls press the pulse
and draw the essence forth
into the raging holocaust
of passion rampant
on a field of blood
"i will protect you my child
i will wash the worlds of form from your heart
i will remove the sword above your head
i will teach you to dance
but you will dance for me alone"
it is the greatest heartbreak
the destruction of the false self
dreamed by the self
and revealed to the self
at separations end
the terror of mortal pain
the agony of life’s constant march
unending loss of everything
unending loss of everything
it hurts to be free
freedom is too much to bear
too difficult to accept
the luminous door appears
and the mind cries out for darkness
it slithers under floorboards and rocks
to hide from immortality
"i will protect you my child
i will hold you as yourself
we are woven as one
eternity and time
forget
forget
forget"
in a world where everything but truth dies
but which few see
in a world that begins and ends forever
that is the playground
for a mind magnetized by dust
in a world where everything is broken
no heart is safe
in a world of mostly water
for it is a world of mostly tears
in a world where love is crucified
no lie is safe
in a world of contrasts
of desperate flights
and measureless descent
where everything is written on
or built out of sand
that flows to the bottom of an all forgiving sea
in a world of waiting
and hoping
where every dream comes true
eventually
and then loses its meaning and disappears
in a world of rumors
and dying swans who mate for life
we move to and fro
in search of rest
impelled by need
in search of rest
tormented by flies and furies
in search of rest
burning in the long night
in search of rest
in search of rest
in search of rest
"i will protect you my child
i have built a garden of delight
it hangs iridescent in the air
it gleams in a drop of water
it spins in the living breath"
a love serene
the emptiness of mind
the holding of one
the mirror of light
the bloom of begotten-
worlds sent forth
in search of rest
in search of rest
in search of rest
Thursday, March 27, 2008
In Search of Rest
Beamed from the Saucer Pod By Visible at 11:32 5 comments
Saturday, March 22, 2008
I Do Believe (an Easter Poem)
In that essential stillness
that quiet endless hour...
preceding every dawn
of every day...
God breathes into the world of sleep
whatever power might be taken
to reach
that waking moment
in the warm falling rain of his grace...
In every year
whenever the wheel has turned
into the place where it must turn again
or stop
for want of hope
or lack of dreams...
God breathes once again
into the greater whole...
this soft malleable whiteness
this stone...
he blesses
this unformed essence of extraordinary love
not yet fashioned with object
or desire...
it awaits our cleansed and contrite heart
awaits our innocence returned
awaits our renewing hope and certain will
that we might approach closer to the mark...
We have fallen back
upon the dying leaves
upon the sidewalks of shouting cities
into the guttering run
where flows the secret mind of our hidden deeds
more times than we can
through mercy
recall....
Every breath
every morsel of food
every chance of redemption
every possibility of hope
rests upon the bleeding power
that has bought and paid for every coming minute of the age...
Every twisted ugly thing
Every kindness unseen
every gentle thought
every whip hand falling
or whatever we may have turned it to...
all paid for by the living vision
of the one who dies
who is crucified
in the simultaneous instant of every act....
everything is permitted and fed
that we might, through the gift
of this unspeakably great thing
come to see how we might be....
and the certain possibility of that
for everyone of us
no matter how dark the way
how far afield...
is the 'ceaseless' intent
of the one left bleeding....
what freedom is
what love is
what peace is
we have no clue
only the yearning
and the road that leads us there...
Many have filled this void with words
Many heroes come
and seeming villains to meet them in their time
all sleeping now
in places deep and waiting...
but this one does not sleep
Is born anew in every breath
shines from each shining eye
cannot and will not forget
carries us past the trouble and regret.
In tongues forgotten he has come
to every race
in every time
dressed as everyone
always unknown and alone
and waiting...
this immeasurable gift
unappreciated
not understood
remains...
lays on the common ground
is tossed aside as worthless
is unseen among the items in the cart
it feeds us
grants us life where there would be none...
endless granted, giving life...
full and safe and perfect
I do believe....
Beamed from the Saucer Pod By Visible at 10:29 4 comments
Friday, March 7, 2008
Bend over and Wait
true love is a dream
that wakes up
and blends everything into itself
life has meaning
everything makes sense
sometimes it is more than this
sometimes much less
without it
then life becomes all expectation
hope running nervous at the edges
that are frayed
where they have been gnawed by doubt
too weak in the end to hold together
under the terrible weight of disappointment
which is always the result
of seeking true love
while being unable to truly love
real love is more rare than a bankers tears
more rare than sacrifice in a politician
yet it is what gives us life
still
we dream and wonder
and bend over and wait...
the physical eye is aflame and
intoxicated with form
golden Barbies and volleyball gods
symmetrical curves and perfect lines
youth without brains and
as cruel as a cat
the fruit of imagination
the object of desire
the plain ones cry-
"choose me!"
"no me!"
"sprinkle me with fairy dust."
"smile and break my heart."
bend over and wait...
"image is everything."
in that case imagine Agase sodomized with a tennis racket
an excellent image
caught by Canon
seeming...
somehow...
vulnerable in this new light
lets see that one again
i know
bend over and wait...
life is television and television
is life
there on the mindscreen to digest
serve it with blood in a beaded glass
put the shine of romance on your beckoning ass
while you
bend over and wait...
ah
the wait
the expectation...
small bumps of excitement dot the cheeks
the sphincter contracts
and in a circular twist
its length is rimmed with invisible tongues
slick sweet death to the max
"oh!"
"now!"
"now!"
"now!"
bend over and wait...
visible beauty
the desperate lie
they came here
and confused attention with love
notoriety with fame
and not even death and rebirth
has given them any depth
these tragic shells with nothing inside
they slide through the scenery
as the scenery
crying to the world
"long for me!"
"desire me!"
"lay awake at night and dream of me!"
(clench your stomach tight with need)
but
"don't touch!"
"don't touch!"
let them milk your desire like bees among the flowers
and
bend over and wait...
they slide like snakes in the moonlight
over dark glass
they mate with their own vacant forms
moving millimeters apart
never touching
and always out of reach
two dimensional poster art
the blue television light flickers
and halos their face
lit with the blood-light of swallowing fate
they dance before you and sing
"bend over and wait."
"bend over and wait."
they break the heart like glass
with their cold hard beauty
hard and cold and hard and
adamantine
and valued
as diamonds are
by those who covet what cannot feel
bend over and wait...
bend over and wait...
we are presently dead
actually asleep
and in a dream
buried in flesh
everything is backwards
we wake up when we die
god is playing hide and seek
while you
dream of being serviced by a cyborg
that television said was real
television said
"get excited!"
television said
"let them sit on your face!"
television said
"you should live for this."
and
if they are late?
yea
you know
bend over and wait
Beamed from the Saucer Pod By Visible at 10:40 2 comments
