CRUCIBLE

poetry

        

Were all the yellowed suns

To burn at once

In a cosmic conflagration

A leaping exaltation of

Uncontrollable impulse

Skies of half- truth

Flying at light speed

Of course so are you

And me, burning

We

All shimmer

With abstract contradiction

Here and not here

Born and dying

Unsung

Convoluted

Like knotted apparitions

Our miscues, evidence

Our amphibious predicament

Amalgamated creatures

Of fated unions

Earth and quasars

Dust and spirit

Splintering stars

Trampled beneath

Dusty earths

Ungent minions

Salving the wound

The cosmic gash

Flowing with blood

Birthing us

With casual misanthropy

The bloated queen

Excreting monads

We, the laughable

Singularities of disregard!

Yet not to witness

THIS

Would surely be

The unspeakable blasphemy

Yawning horror

The ultimate travesty

Silent Streets

RAVISHED
Category: Writing and Poetry

Come to the glorious nothingness

Among the silent streets, god  and  I

Commune, cold and laughing

Midst the heartfelt emptiness

Far removed from human truth

Within the soul's divided dream

Savoring every ruthless smile

Partners in this crime of love

Each night beneath this dappled

Dome, this art forged of light

We share power like paupers

Singing for a while with the wind

BOLD WIND

Blow o bold wind of this world
Spew your callous utterance far
And wide over these hemispheres
Pulsating with stilly transcendence

I am and have more room to grow
To plunder clumsy Picassos inside
The deep core of my glowing sun
Though sometimes I find only dark

Sustaining my whispered heart
My wild laughter's flight for freedom
Makes every fleshly thought a sacrament
Offered in joyous pain and sacrifice 

The Mystic's I

In truth, I AM the mystic's I
Darkened crucible, blazing sky
Seeded shadow, hollowed light
Man waiting for enlightenment

In truth, I AM the mystic's Eye
Shy creator's flashing lightning
Watching witness, all things seeing
holographic, micro being

In truth, I AM the mystic's Aye
Approving smile behind the cosmos
Winking, dreaming, loving always
Universal, yes man bleeding

Shadows of Time

Who will undo the shadows of time
For my suspicious eyes desire not dreams
Nor a mask of topaz ill worn
Upon a field of battles waged in vain

As the sun rises in listless eddies
I'm the prince of tumultuous armies
A sentinel of hours, besieged
By passion's trampling throng

Fashioned objects of living bones
Blandishing weapons against the flesh
Like lightning scrawling my name
Across beleaguered heavens dome

Nature's hermit rudely accosted
The hero's grail stripped from his hands
His senses honed in ecstatic solitude
Pulled screaming from the dampening earth

Crowned with wings and flaming song
Leading the assault on castle walls
Through midnight vigils of arduous task
Till sunlight thaws the element of ice

LOves Idol

They say I make of love an idol     

The silent master of dismal fate
Like a maiden wooed by song
Or a breathless woman weeping

Mad and whirling like a dervish
A miracle is present here
With mournful wings of flight and prayer
Lifting angels of eternity

I worship the beauty of ancient gods
Whose strange processions pass me by
The rising tides of long ago
Turning stone into flowing song

With noonday flowers the bride awaits
A thousand suns to seize her soul
Without fanfare or sympathy
Stands formless at the altar cold

Wet with promise, a waiting spring
Her panting breast's bared for a prince
Hoarsely chanting of Eden's pleasures
Crowned with thorns and fevered hands

Arise my tumultuous joy
Of first-born bloom and awful hush
As gypsies sing of peace on earth
Our sleeping city fills with love

Soulful angel

Soulful angel sitting atop this rock 
My melancholy wings slowly beating
Chin resting on fist and upraised knee
Artfully contrived pose of the thinker

Meditative, intently casual, poised
My deep mystic eyes smiling benevolently
Babbling inanities, unwitting crusader I
Proclaiming everything, knowing nothing

Looking up, my face awash in the sun's glory
Premonitions of wondrous endings consume me
Concealed serpents, yes, upright mammals, yes
Some day, STILL! we shall soar with the gods!

Tapping code

On a starry night I can see ..........  
Past the far perimeter of thought
Shines my infinite home
Rhythmic light, Quantum pulsings

A cosmic drummer tapping Code
Writing my luminous new name
High on eternities wall

Accidental tourist, noble savage
Blind beggar seeking alms
Far away from home, lost
Existentially All alone

Stranded exiled stranger
Intently scanning horizons
Panning the deep inky sky
Intently listening for echoes

infinite realms of play

Im The Clod and Farthest Star

I am the clod and farthest star
Of Time's fateful pulsating heart
A hunter stalking wildest prey
Westward always toward the sun

I'm a dim speck of mankind's quest
Veiled until the day I wake
A mere ring in life's ageless tree
Until the dawn ceases to be

Heeding the distant call of life
My vessel returns to the sea
Full of feverish, shining suns
An infant bard, born yesterday

I'm a bearer of mysteries
Beneath this sacred stretch of sky
My tongue is thick and swollen now
I'm an oracle choked with sand

At Your Own Risk

Enter the world of my heart slowly
The lands within are not my own
At your own risk is the credo
I'm the great traveler of sun and sky

See worlds of red with opened eyes
Traverse uncharted continents
The dark side of the moon is mine
I'm creations white faced mime

What is it worth to you my friend?
To share this bloody toil with me
This universe of writhing light
Where intrepid seekers stare in awe

While the forbearance of capricious
Heaven stays its careless hand
Form your great art of holy fire
Gleaned from the fields of mystery

Explore that which I have and love
Though ephemeral and doomed to pass
Across this barren rocky land
Toward the great sea, always, my love