''Folly''
The Skeptical mystic
1.
Speaking in whispers
I carved myself into the arms of the sun.
I need a hilltop to scream from or a quiet place to write.
2.He is Hellbent-frustrated-indifferent
He isn't tall or strong
He will struggle all of his days with a longing.
He is cursed to carry a burden he cannot carry or shrug off.
He is getting worried.
3.
Sunday
(or Saturday)
The sabbath
Three days and no sleep.
my cat found a snake in the ally
I dreamed -Mingling with new chemical reactions
the prophet who writes in blood has lost his pen.
4.
God is dead
man is dead
myth is dead
lost cause.
5.
Birthed and brought up around the deceivers
He did his best work with a razor at his wrists
He once wandered around a twisted image of a city
Crossing ocean-voyages amounting to nothing.
Just sad dying muses
dying in the moonlight
6.
A writer and a vagrant shrugging off his wit and charm
He has been to long in the trenches
Dirty for to long
He will never feel good again.
Clean again.
He throws himself into the wildest of fires
to burn away the boyish face that moved her
to tear away the limbs that held her close
to bite off the tongue that once sang her to sleep
Your will to power is your will to sleep.
7.
This man is an island
8.
We are all between two ends-
there is more to this life than making amends.
so where are you?
now that the crowds have come to hear
you are nowhere to be found.
Don't play god. don't play dumb...
Hope, fear, doubt- who needs them?
The skeptical-mystic part two-
1.
The land of empty gestures
gives this your undivided attention
our's is Love's ambition
only to know itself
close your eyes, mine are open.
be very still
the motion of the universe will reveal itself
stillness within motion the universal rhythm manifests
our hearts desire
changing the shape of the universe to accommodate our whims and passions
a future and a past shaped by will, forever shifting like the ancient sands of the desert, blown here and there through eternity by the winds, hot winds.
2.
Stones layed down in a garden
smell the sea
foaming white and green
dreaming new astral horizons
crossing magnetic waves, fields.
tuning and tossing
wind in my faces
climb high...
3.
Builder of bridges
the keeper of the silence and silence's shrine
making maps, the map maker
keeper of dusk's secrets
guarding each vine with a limb
in the long, long summer roll
sea foam white and green horizons
the breeze carries small muses who adore the sky
and bury themselves in the mud when gentle twilight arrives
an hour for transformation.
4.
The patent clerk,
atomic bridge-maker
laughs in silence
an inside joke, undoing a thousand years
new worlds
new illusions
5.
I took my place among the sun and shade
rows of rising corn, bales of hay.
The sky is framed above,
absolutely perfect.
dancing, floating past
i bow on one knee
maybe I am home
though I knew this, too
was an illusion
I felt the magic of the color green
The immensity of bloom.
Splendid and lush if only my imagination
summer has certainly arrived
this world is certainly alive...
6.Cursed
and
blessed
doomed
to
live
and
die
in
bloom.
7.
Maths and mystery
dead and dying solutions
negotiations
optimistic?
the facts?
mythology mistaken for mere stories.
8.
Under a new moon
flesh met
and mingled
with the wind carrying our voices high above our heads
into the ears of those who circle our dying planet-Terra.
It is dangerous for so many of the powerful to gather in such great numbers
9.
Summer is ushering us
on to the shimmering currents of September
you and I are getting closer
I don't care
how slow we go about this
I love the sound of the river's sigh
and cool change
the bass line.
10.
The gentle warmth of her attention
being so bold
getting so old
confined to daydreams
11.
Dusk
the final moments of day,
dancing in the quiet light
shadows announce the evening
like war drums
the moon and its mighty war band
people rushing, running home
afraid of wolves and men alike
12.
Other people's trash all over me
my eyes sting
13.
The horizon is ablaze
majestic, magnificent gold
the mightiest orange I have ever beheld
Like a fire blazing in the sky
day fades into nights embrace.
14.
Joys and laughter's wave
the crest of sorrow
climbed the highest hill
to look back at the city below
are all things created bound to their Creator?
15.
Desolate
the wasteland that is your heart
razor wire
form and fire
the empty seasons
resting in silence
resting in water
cool, calm waters
the end is well
the tide will swell
throws itself against the shore
hungry,
thirsty,
waiting.
16.
Pagan flowers
the old woods
and trees
subjects of the great elk king.
17.Water
is mother
in every shape
and form
and fashion
the reason this is mine to tell
is because I survived the story!
Speaking in whispers
I carved myself into the arms of the sun.
I need a hilltop to scream from or a quiet place to write.
2.He is Hellbent-frustrated-indifferent
He isn't tall or strong
He will struggle all of his days with a longing.
He is cursed to carry a burden he cannot carry or shrug off.
He is getting worried.
3.
Sunday
(or Saturday)
The sabbath
Three days and no sleep.
my cat found a snake in the ally
I dreamed -Mingling with new chemical reactions
the prophet who writes in blood has lost his pen.
4.
God is dead
man is dead
myth is dead
lost cause.
5.
Birthed and brought up around the deceivers
He did his best work with a razor at his wrists
He once wandered around a twisted image of a city
Crossing ocean-voyages amounting to nothing.
Just sad dying muses
dying in the moonlight
6.
A writer and a vagrant shrugging off his wit and charm
He has been to long in the trenches
Dirty for to long
He will never feel good again.
Clean again.
He throws himself into the wildest of fires
to burn away the boyish face that moved her
to tear away the limbs that held her close
to bite off the tongue that once sang her to sleep
Your will to power is your will to sleep.
7.
This man is an island
8.
We are all between two ends-
there is more to this life than making amends.
so where are you?
now that the crowds have come to hear
you are nowhere to be found.
Don't play god. don't play dumb...
Hope, fear, doubt- who needs them?
The skeptical-mystic part two-
1.
The land of empty gestures
gives this your undivided attention
our's is Love's ambition
only to know itself
close your eyes, mine are open.
be very still
the motion of the universe will reveal itself
stillness within motion the universal rhythm manifests
our hearts desire
changing the shape of the universe to accommodate our whims and passions
a future and a past shaped by will, forever shifting like the ancient sands of the desert, blown here and there through eternity by the winds, hot winds.
2.
Stones layed down in a garden
smell the sea
foaming white and green
dreaming new astral horizons
crossing magnetic waves, fields.
tuning and tossing
wind in my faces
climb high...
3.
Builder of bridges
the keeper of the silence and silence's shrine
making maps, the map maker
keeper of dusk's secrets
guarding each vine with a limb
in the long, long summer roll
sea foam white and green horizons
the breeze carries small muses who adore the sky
and bury themselves in the mud when gentle twilight arrives
an hour for transformation.
4.
The patent clerk,
atomic bridge-maker
laughs in silence
an inside joke, undoing a thousand years
new worlds
new illusions
5.
I took my place among the sun and shade
rows of rising corn, bales of hay.
The sky is framed above,
absolutely perfect.
dancing, floating past
i bow on one knee
maybe I am home
though I knew this, too
was an illusion
I felt the magic of the color green
The immensity of bloom.
Splendid and lush if only my imagination
summer has certainly arrived
this world is certainly alive...
6.Cursed
and
blessed
doomed
to
live
and
die
in
bloom.
7.
Maths and mystery
dead and dying solutions
negotiations
optimistic?
the facts?
mythology mistaken for mere stories.
8.
Under a new moon
flesh met
and mingled
with the wind carrying our voices high above our heads
into the ears of those who circle our dying planet-Terra.
It is dangerous for so many of the powerful to gather in such great numbers
9.
Summer is ushering us
on to the shimmering currents of September
you and I are getting closer
I don't care
how slow we go about this
I love the sound of the river's sigh
and cool change
the bass line.
10.
The gentle warmth of her attention
being so bold
getting so old
confined to daydreams
11.
Dusk
the final moments of day,
dancing in the quiet light
shadows announce the evening
like war drums
the moon and its mighty war band
people rushing, running home
afraid of wolves and men alike
12.
Other people's trash all over me
my eyes sting
13.
The horizon is ablaze
majestic, magnificent gold
the mightiest orange I have ever beheld
Like a fire blazing in the sky
day fades into nights embrace.
14.
Joys and laughter's wave
the crest of sorrow
climbed the highest hill
to look back at the city below
are all things created bound to their Creator?
15.
Desolate
the wasteland that is your heart
razor wire
form and fire
the empty seasons
resting in silence
resting in water
cool, calm waters
the end is well
the tide will swell
throws itself against the shore
hungry,
thirsty,
waiting.
16.
Pagan flowers
the old woods
and trees
subjects of the great elk king.
17.Water
is mother
in every shape
and form
and fashion
the reason this is mine to tell
is because I survived the story!
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