Friday, June 3, 2011

Dance

While the Pit awaits with extended digits and cold comforts
put wounded spirit aside...and be grateful for music..
for what greater evidence is required
when toe-tapping demonstrates that holes aside....a boat still floats.

Move, shake shimmy and stomp
Sweat, sway and give angels cause to envy

Be water and wind - giving and unforgiving
and let rhythms exercise all that haunts.
Dance burdens into oblivion
and remember things worth celebrating...
at least until the last notes sound...


Monday, May 23, 2011

Hope

Obstinate hope festers in my side,
breaking the abyss with pinholes of light;
involuntarily lightening a cavity formerly comforted
by familiar aches pregnant and ripe.


Beast of Burden

Give in to it
Embrace it
warm musty and tacky
an entity unto itself
Lust.
Granted entry on a pheromone cloud
Ripe with slow thunderous burn and chimes
Yet …
worthless unless
invited by love

Indoctrinated Chattel... (2013 re-write)


Driven by skillful shepherds,
willfully distracted without sense enough 
to bleat in protest at our plight; 
suckled on greedy teats, 
programmed with an insatiable drive for MORE of what gratifies NOW; 
domesticated brute animals corralled by commoditized liberties and distractions...

We are led...

...while the Awakened shout and whimper 
at the universe.. the fates.. the muses and Gods old and new, that allowed “will”, so abused by man
to poison the garden.

Discordant dinner bells sound, 
as troughs are cleared for never ending servings of 
ephemeral solutions and transient truths;
the tin bell rings hollow,making whores of us all…
as we give locusts cause for envy.

Next... the “Spark” will fall victim - 
one last sacrifice to the god atheists worship 
in bacchanalian and indulgent intellectual rites...
till nothing is left 
save genetically modified 
soulless cannibalistic consumers...
without divinity...
hopeless.



Transient Passion
Drive-thru part time passion, ephemeral affections
Tin bells that ring false and hollow making whores of us all…
Brute animals… we strive for more of what gratifies NOW
Ignoring the greater prizes to be won…
Loyalty, unconditional love, friendship, understanding and acceptance…

Cruel Fates… to distract us with transient emotion
What use is it perpetuating the species if Love is truly lost?

Attraction was a gift… a reward for accepting and loving unconditionally;
When did this become base… evolving into soulless lust… meaningless by itself save the inevitability of losing one’s soul to "animalistic" tendencies?

The awakened shout and whimper at the universe.. the fates.. the muses and Gods old and new.. that allowed “will”… to poison the garden.

Next... the “Spark” will fall victim...only to be bled out of the population.. as one last sacrifice to the God atheists worship in bacchanalian and indulgent intellectual rites...