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Christmastide
Between light or dark imaginings
Our lives flash past,
Beneath bright sun, moonlight stark
Reflections fill the glass
Spread wontonly about the city's feet
Omnipresent stone
Catches all those movements fleet
As starlings soar above, alone.
The dreams of many urchins
Flow upwards through the slate-grey skies
Appealing to silent Djinn
Who rule their lives and sigh
Willows swaying in a starry night
Beckoning shadows back to open fields
Where spirits fight
Against the moon, wind, and beat their shields.
Snow settling on each frozen shaft
Of iron skeletons of our new Leviathans
As they grow brittle through excess of craft.
They rear their heads; lay cryptic plans
In silent converse high above
The light-jeweled streets which run
With undefined, secret love
Towards the drop of the horizon and the winter sun.
Concealed somewhere within this swirlingness
Old men drift home with paper bags
Containing gifts of blessedness
For grandchildren in silks or rags,
Which they'll receive with shouts of joy,
And smiles endearing as rainbows,
Both old and young are wise, the world as yet their toy
Their hopes run not too swift, nor slow.
The lighted squares of many homes adorn
The solid jet of Winter's darkness.
Pierced now and again by Gabriel's horn -
Sounds of train blasts followed by a clacking sussurance
Much laughter flows through many rooms
Tonight as love haunts every musty hall,
Goes creaking past each doorway; at last assumes
The quiet shape of All in One and One in All.
O keeper of this softened moment,
Warders of men's peace of mind,
Shades in solitude, teach us to relent
Our urge to seek and find
The roots of all our fears;
And rather let us learn
To rest content, let fall the tears,
Rue last mistakes, look up, and yearn.
Beer..your stench does draw near
Beer..oh pour off my dear
Beer..if you felt pain
I would make you sear
You draw breathe to lies
Romantic heart breaker you are
Dumber than a pack of flies
I hate you and all your lore
This wisdom and anger you cannot ignore
I'd drown you like fodder and send you to leviathans front door
Beer.
Indescribable loss
You took what was near
Beer, il drench you in my volcanic tears
Beer..
Your real name is what I really hear
Beer..your a satanic dose of da' lear
Oh beer..I will never touch you
Not even to sanitize my fear
Of what may become of me..
Of I touch that whore devil nice named beer
Come closer she says
Il take care of you ..
I say piss off because I can translate what I don't hear
Every attempt to enslave me is your own joke my dear
Ps- because i hate beer
The bike cross bar loaded , rods tied in place.
Gunns pools calling but there is, no race.
With it's fallen willow its a beautiful space
to forget about lifes rat race.
All my surrounding are just pristine.
There's a mist on the water like some sort of smoke screen
and not a ripple on the lake can be scene
awaiting the the Leviathans who lay unseen.
A sunrise breaking over head
and a full days fishing lies ahead.
Me pop and me butty's made with brown bread
I'm all comfy sat on a camp bed.
Watching my float dip out of sight.
waiting patiently for that first bite.
I'm staying all day from break of sun light to twilight
and if the fish bite i will fish in the moonlight.
Wind lowers it's head-stream, earthbound,
battle helmet of direction-secured.
True Hermes holding a riddled scroll, temperature, tempered, phalanx wall to litmus count the cull.
Non-relative incomings from the garment of space,
to run obscene into the street.
Wrinkles of Gaia indecent without cream,
hydration,
epiderm reactions, boils,
face cracking on bout of gout.
The royal trees and their loyal vegetations
withholding tithe to Man
in lieu of fertilized mopery, panor-mime
of "silent treatment".
The lakes, unbathed turn foul,
a salty audacity of intrusion
to fuel resentment sediment far looking,
gaunt, empty.
The rivers change their inclination,
declination, surrection in-bleeding out,
out bleeding in direction.
The sea roars in complaint, hatches her obscene Leviathans release from underneath that she invitro-bastards, out-rages, helter swellter sea-beast abominations re-unleashed.
The delusion carries tune to the forest kin
no longer in Mid Spring courtship
with Robin Hood, Albion.
No longer in hibernation and calm location.
They must embark the realms of Men,
to their disturbing-investigation.
Extremeties convulse in palsy,
tongues stricken blind
and eyes encompassed in the review
of the interplanetary cult of the spiritual procession, incoming of the 4th, 3D kind.
Pangs of the final epoch of Time.
The fires of Hell took to the comic books,
And danced with the best as the pages shook!
Bill and Ted, Godzilla and Hellboy grew,
Amongst ash clouds while demons violently flew.
Hellboy smoked his cigarettes,
Bill and Ted played with an abysmal death.
Godzilla battled Kaiju leviathans,
While readers prayed their foes would wan.
Demons, witches, monsters; hard to beat,
They are used to mangling souls in dusty heat.
Though time and again at the crimson seat...
Our heroes achieve the impossible feat!
When we realize... just paper and staples,
We grab one more of unearthly fables.
1-September-2021
Agency, apt was the day that they came.
Eyes of red flame; a waxpaper gabbaim.
Maintenance workers, how did the place run?
O subterranean lair, set to stun.
Gadfly, gawk well at the faces in crowds.
Blank like new life beneath burial shrouds.
Waiting for traffic to let out a yell?
Rating, chessmaster, is halfway to hell.
Sacrificed pawn, did the carrion crow fly?
Round the volcano thrice, winking awry?
Train station, travelers, widows in white.
Brace, belladonna, and grant visions bright.
Simian intellect, silver flame flecked?
Genuflect, priest, as a sign of respect?
Burning in heads of the mad, lily pad?
O humanity, as cogs you were had...
Yellow king, there in thy city, what lives?
Prisoners with shivs and undoubted missives.
Golem, shall we spend the night here? Let's not.
Jotoba staff in thy hand, thought-robot?
Lycanthrope, hope. At the end of a scope?
Henbane, to cope, steep three days and don't mope.
Flowers in fields blowing brisk in the breeze.
Terror, send a flare? At ease, trees. Trapeze...
O black abyss, do leviathans kiss?
Serpents, when you hiss, spit venom to miss?
Raccoon, thy claw in the mud of the creek.
Why were you digging? Quay, quahog, tale, teak.
Plight of palladium? Poor politesse?
Languid like legendary loves? Lined less.
Tyrant of the wasteland, turmoil. Turn tail?
Vampire, thy fangs. Angel, bottles of ale...
Prisoners of Time
There is nothing secret
nothing sacred from man
He reaches beyond the
infinite to scatter dreams
He will employ
extraordinary means
Alone or in the company
of those with like heart
he can stream to
undiscovered places
Which brings, the opening
of a tale of how he
exploited the mighty whales
and in the process, cruelly
used, the giant turtles
of the Galapagos. Yes!
they were collateral damage
for the no less serious but
vaster sin of killing the
Leviathans.
Fresh food for the crew, they
endured layers of
imprisonment, stacked alive
on their backs in the holds of ships,
helpless in their giant shells for
a year at a time
Prisoners of the depths
of man's ignorance- such
sacrilege.
We can only pray, that
in that living death-
they entered a much
altered time state- that
became like fragrance;
an elusive, wafting
and that bliss flooded
their being
In praying this
we whisper an apology
Suzanne Delaney
Sunday, March 21, 2004
The tides have grown heavy with secrets and oil,
And the coral is ghost-white and brittle as bone.
Where once there were thousands in glittering coil,
Now the deep-reaching current is silent and lone.
The last living spark of a sapphire sun,
A relic, a myth, a forgotten medallion,
In a world where the legends are all but undone.
Her scales are not jewels, but dull, tarnished pewter,
Scoured by sand and the sting of the grey.
The songs of her sisters grow softer and muter,
Dissolving like foam in the wake of the day.
She remembers the bioluminescent dances,
The pressure of hands in the dark, cooling vents,
But now, only shadows and cold, empty trances
Remain of the kingdom’s magnificent tents.
She rises to surface where moonlight is fractured,
By nets made of nylon and islands of glass.
The air is a flavor her lungs never captured,
As she watches the iron-hulled leviathans pass.
No sailor is singing, no lookout is dreaming,
They stare at their screens while the radar pings slow,
Missing the flash of the tail that is gleaming
A final, faint pulse in the dark down below.
She dives one last time to the floor of the trench,
Where the weight of the water is steady and kind,
Away from the heat and the iron-wrought stench,
Leaving the sun and the wreckage behind.
A sigh of silver, a bubble, a quiver—
The ocean accepts what the land couldn't keep.
The last of the magic, a cold, quiet shiver,
As the heart of the sea falls forever to sleep.
And she cries.
VERSE ONE
Heavenly father
Grant me safe passage to Elysium
For each time I think I have reached the end of the race
I am back to the start
Deliver me Oh Lord
From blood sucking demons
That derails one’s progress
And grant me hope
Grant me life
And grant me success
VERSE TWO
Heavenly father hearken to my cries
I have fallen into deep waters
And I have seen many a man die
Protect me Oh Lord
From the wrath of my enemies
And make me as strong as a rock
Give me victory over my enemies
As you have given Zion over her foes
So that I may smash the heads of the Leviathans with massive blows
Your covenant with my fathers is to defend and protect my seeds and I
Make me immortal Oh Lord so that I can live and never die
And as long as the sun endures and the universe exist
And in war transform me to a warring monster or the king of beasts
Send me manna Oh Lord from your heavenly abode
And command your angels to meet me half way across the road
Deliver me Oh Lord
When my foes mock me with their lashing tongue
And I become an object of derision
Or insulted in their abusive song
I am but a man
And a mere mortal
An infinitesimal being
I am nothing
But by your amazing grace
I will be something
I have seen many a great man fall from the skies like stars to zero
I have seen many a useless slave become a king and a hero
Oh Lord but if you bring science and wonders into the life of this unworthy servant
I ll worship you
Praise you
Glorify you
And serve you until all my hairs becomes gray
And until my days on earth will expire
And when this body becomes an empty shell
Soon it will be swallowed by the mouth of the grave
Where it will retire
My voyage on earth will end
And so will us all
5 a.m. Souls ascend
from earth’s vale
of fears. Others wait
don’t give up yet.
Nothing I can do about that.
Not is my name known
but am I a good man.
That goes for John, too
a man of faith
who wants what God wants.
What about hate
in the streets. What do white
people want?
I see no need
to pull down statues of General Lee
instead put him side by side
and head to head
with Martin Luther King,
Nelson Mandela and Mahatma Gandhi.
Also kids who cops shot dead.
Meanwhile on the macro
economic and political scale
leviathans (peoples, nations)
drift toward perpetual
armageddon or peaceful solutions.
We don’t know which
and John will be gone
before it matters
except to his children
and, of course, ours.
What I have done
to change man’s trajectory,
for better or worse, remains
anonymous. Every action
meets an equal and impassable mountain.
Passion
is its own predicament.
Cast a cold eye and guess.
The clouds go, nevertheless,
in their direction.