''Folly''
Oracle Part I
Oracle (Poems)
Part I
x).
Oracle,
Let me fathom secret flowers,
Take and bestow names,
recreate creation on a whim.
Oaths-
lively and sudden drunkeness,
Alive-
Weild each Freedom and each desire...
x).
Complete each task,
each lethal labor
each hard won crown,
of laurel and fine green leaves.
Grand, jeweled tusks,
wooden beams
-dreams
to wake you
in sullen cinders
on some other world
just as cruel
just as calm
just as sane.
A lion keeps,
The lion's share
If you dream,
If you dare...
x).
The tounge of the local Oracle,
with many meanings and many questions,
Row uopn row of Laws and shallow rules,
To sink each dreamy season like heavy stones,
along with each dreamer.
The lawless, wonderous tumbling,
of new breath,
in new lungs,
-new life,
Vigor.
x).
If I cannot change the world in some profound way,
or change myself in some profound way,
then I shall stop writing.
I have yet to choose between being a Hero,
or simply being a Man.
x).
The deed is almost done,
No dawn, Only silence
Turning in your bed or grave,
Ever quiet-
the King of Silence-
Silence ITSELF!
x).
Drawing rough conclusions
on stolen papers
with stolen ink from stolen pens
Some where meant to never win.
Given to Time,
Ruining, raining,
on your parade,
ruining your holiday
Anyways...
To return to anger
and the lustful angst of youth
will only serve to frustrate me
and isolate me further.
What is greater?
What is worth saving?
Or even worth getting involved for?
Where is this ''lost cause"?
Should I wage a half-war
half-heartedly?
October.
and October's sons
October's daughters
Fee men, slaves, and poets,
Clergy, Cupbarers-
Christ's,
the first ''miracle'' in Caanan...
Babylonian plains, flat and ghostly
Dust rising, shouting orders,
Blood (and blood's rewards.)
x)
Oracle of water,
I find myself in strange places,
strange lands and countless countries,
Among caravans,
Of peoples moving West-
Then East again-
Sit with me awile,
We cannot risk a fire for warmth,
Only the stars,
and the stones,
beneath the sea.
X).
The sea at night,
stand amazed
at the deepest sense of mystery
jostling waters
wave after wave.
And this,
this molecular ocean
seeming forms
Disregard the uselessness
and the pointles, recklesness,
of a vauge and vulgar ''innocence''.
The Oracle makes no sign or crude gesture-
Though I posed no question.
Having control,
losing control,
having never had control,
only the illusion of control,
some measure of happiness,
and yard and yard of burnt offerings...
Inkwell,
the pages swell,
within their leather bindings
under the spell of hydrogen and oxogen
A thousand vices for each secret desire
Part I
x).
Oracle,
Let me fathom secret flowers,
Take and bestow names,
recreate creation on a whim.
Oaths-
lively and sudden drunkeness,
Alive-
Weild each Freedom and each desire...
x).
Complete each task,
each lethal labor
each hard won crown,
of laurel and fine green leaves.
Grand, jeweled tusks,
wooden beams
-dreams
to wake you
in sullen cinders
on some other world
just as cruel
just as calm
just as sane.
A lion keeps,
The lion's share
If you dream,
If you dare...
x).
The tounge of the local Oracle,
with many meanings and many questions,
Row uopn row of Laws and shallow rules,
To sink each dreamy season like heavy stones,
along with each dreamer.
The lawless, wonderous tumbling,
of new breath,
in new lungs,
-new life,
Vigor.
x).
If I cannot change the world in some profound way,
or change myself in some profound way,
then I shall stop writing.
I have yet to choose between being a Hero,
or simply being a Man.
x).
The deed is almost done,
No dawn, Only silence
Turning in your bed or grave,
Ever quiet-
the King of Silence-
Silence ITSELF!
x).
Drawing rough conclusions
on stolen papers
with stolen ink from stolen pens
Some where meant to never win.
Given to Time,
Ruining, raining,
on your parade,
ruining your holiday
Anyways...
To return to anger
and the lustful angst of youth
will only serve to frustrate me
and isolate me further.
What is greater?
What is worth saving?
Or even worth getting involved for?
Where is this ''lost cause"?
Should I wage a half-war
half-heartedly?
October.
and October's sons
October's daughters
Fee men, slaves, and poets,
Clergy, Cupbarers-
Christ's,
the first ''miracle'' in Caanan...
Babylonian plains, flat and ghostly
Dust rising, shouting orders,
Blood (and blood's rewards.)
x)
Oracle of water,
I find myself in strange places,
strange lands and countless countries,
Among caravans,
Of peoples moving West-
Then East again-
Sit with me awile,
We cannot risk a fire for warmth,
Only the stars,
and the stones,
beneath the sea.
X).
The sea at night,
stand amazed
at the deepest sense of mystery
jostling waters
wave after wave.
And this,
this molecular ocean
seeming forms
Disregard the uselessness
and the pointles, recklesness,
of a vauge and vulgar ''innocence''.
The Oracle makes no sign or crude gesture-
Though I posed no question.
Having control,
losing control,
having never had control,
only the illusion of control,
some measure of happiness,
and yard and yard of burnt offerings...
Inkwell,
the pages swell,
within their leather bindings
under the spell of hydrogen and oxogen
A thousand vices for each secret desire
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Oracle Part I
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