When one thinks of the most powerful,
Atomic weapons come to mind; reasonable also
to consider the dynamics of volcanoes -- molten
soupy interior of the earth; how the planet
compresses and churns, convulsively until surface's
cataclysmic redesign. Which leads me to our parent sun,
so massive a cosmic generator -- it is difficult
for the awestruck mind to contemplate such great,
energizing potential...that thought finally leads back to what has really
mattered most in my life...what has had the most dramatic impact:
a most disturbing force while miraculously
healing...purest affections personified
while utter despairs optimized~ glorious rockets of
triumphant flares! My desperate failures. Therefore, little
need for continuing such a convoluted quest, when Love, above all else,
clearly~ is creation's very worst and best.
Who will you dance for little puppet
Who will take you by the hand
Direct the music lay out the steps
As you traverse this arid land
A mind directed by the Grace of God
This studded mine field safely trod
Or flying by the seat of pants
As everything within you quietly rants
Do you recognize the tune
Have you heard it before
Will you dance this jitterbug convulsively
To your detriment evermore
Will you? Can you?Be your friend.
Put this macabre dance to its end
Take a step a little one then another too
Deliberate the next in this elaborate soft shoe
When you falter forgive your missed step
Determine better the Great Coreographer to rep
And know yes know you are still on his dance card
Tethers
I stole upon a lusty wind
To gain the Summer sky.
A slender tail
Sustained me well
As I began to climb.
Uplifted to fantastic heights
Yet higher still I sought
But, lo, my frame
Could nothing gain
No matter how I fought.
For from below the tether bold,
A simple length of string,
Restrains my urge
And every surge
Else I would wander free.
A snap and I am reeling hard,
Convulsively I spin.
Untethered I
Am wielded by
A juggernaut of wind.
Oh would that I were tethered now,
Complicit with the breeze.
It's where I ought
To be and not
Entangled in these trees.
sitting on the toilet
wondering how we got
here
your arms are crossed
while my genitals shake
convulsively
my pulse reacts to even a hint
of your unpredictable movement
i deserve to be a murder victim
tonight, and you deserve better
an apology is like a pebble that will
not skip in a lake
heartbeats tire but are but eyes are stone
stubborn
green lights outshine the cautionary precaution,
and truth has blocked arteries ignorant to obvious
prevention
if only certain doctors made housecalls....
Night after night,
the hassock in my room,
the only safe haven
against the bale anguish of times
reminding me of happiness gone by...
Worn from kneeling,
furrowed from weeping and sighing,
the purple velvet still carries traces
of time impressed with the Lord´s prayers...
Above, a crucifix in the wrath of God
reminds me of my insignificance...
My feeble and quivering hands
are joined together,
convulsively around a rosary,
Hopelessly rising towards Thee
begging your -
Miserere, Domine!
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