When the wine is heavy
and my thoughts are long
I like to sit in slow sunsets,
doing so makes me feel far from death,
I've seen so many beautiful things broken
heard so many hysterical hearts,
I've been a flagbearer for this Faith
ever since my youth knew how to yell,
I get so tired, so tired in this tempest
that tears the tears off my weathered face,
but I keep livin for the light
I keep talkin and movin with the light...
J.A.B.
Categories:
sprigs, creation,
Form: Epic
Many men and women have tried to ruin me,
but I am like quartz that cannot be removed
from the bedrock of my blessings,
I'll tell you, you haven't lived
until you've been imprisoned in a den of gaunt lions,
it'll test your faith to say the least,
dream decoding is my forte
my Mother said that I was born with my eyes closed
and that my first words were...sleep see...
at this very moment I am
writing an interpretation of a very quaint dream,
A man is walking confidently and quickly
through a cold bright moonlight,
although alone he feels the spirit of Choice behind him,
the path of his whispering passion
leads him to the edge of a stiff cliff,
he looks to his hands as if to judge them,
in his left hand is a pearl, in his right a gold coin,
one of the two must be chosen
the other thrown below,
he weighs their worth
pauses like a panther
and flicks the coin into the cool abyss...
J.A.B.
Categories:
sprigs, creation,
Form: Epic
Sshhhhh!!!
Wait patiently
I don't want the stars to overhear us,
they'll fuss like phantoms
if they hear the future between us,
you know, I began as a palmist in Persia
the money was good, the hand lines were thick
and the future didn't waste time on lies
but if the king's court caught you crusading,
if they heard hersey of heresy
from the palmistry you provided to the people
then they'd cut your hands off,
okay, I found the oracle of the Alpha and the Omega...
J.A.B.
Categories:
sprigs, creation,
Form: Epic
When I was a boy
I thought I saw God
with the face of a Pharaoh
riding towards me at midnight
in a golden chariot, pulled by horses of burning gold,
they moved downward out of the deep indigo sky
like a stream of smooth flowing lava,
somehow my soul zoomed up to His zenith
and the city of the Lord
was a circuit of celestial symmetry before my eyes,
and here I am as a restless man
massive in megalithic flesh
with bits of divine scroll on my teeth
seeking to speak the strictures of individual sovereignty...
J.A.B.
Categories:
sprigs, creation,
Form: Epic
Musing in the memory
of how the Seraphim
salted my lips in the sanctuary
with an alter coal
that seared my cruel speech
and soothed my agitated soul
the cherubs pull my conscious back
to the forefront of reckoning,
A man will come to care
for the rough cut and unclean,
the elders will cheat him
soldiers shall beat him
and doubt will nearly defeat him,
in his hour of quiet death
inside an unfinished tomb
the Lord will light up the room...
J.A.B.
Categories:
sprigs, creation,
Form: Epic
In Erythrae they say I'm a prophetess
but I am foremost a Poetess,
an ancient fragrance fires my breast,
the cherubim wake eager for journey
lighting my lamp in the breeze of prophetic poetry,
Maternity manifest in Divine quest
Omnipotence picks her innocence
Time begins a Trinity tick
Heaven heaves her body
Eclipse elevates eyes
Roses bleed in celebration
Miracle marches on
Angels avow annunciation
Rain runs down the road to Bethlahem
Youth breaks open to holy birth...
J.A.B.
Categories:
sprigs, creation,
Form: Epic
Transfixed by the thunderstorm of raining thorns
I taste the violet vapor that rises as smooth spirit
while my sensitive gaze garners generations of grief,
for those that follow the Savior must suffer like the Savior
and so they shall, feel the iron of violent institutions
their sacrifice will be spectacular
amid emperors and paupers alike,
on my seat of Delphic dreams
divine light washes my fertile face
blond tresses wave from under the hood
of my cobalt cloak, my lap draped in glowing gold,
I hold unborn history in my hand,
my cherubs exhaust themselves
on the years foreshadowed...
J.A.B.
Categories:
sprigs, creation,
Form: Epic
Joel is my name
I am neither jovial or jocular,
I am an intense siren of scorn
strident with shouts of locusts and sackcloth sorrows,
for in my scroll I see the scourge of an army
come to ravage what remains of avaricious folly
their legions surrounding the lazy and licentious
a nation become drought of delight and diligence,
and when justice has lost it's appetite
with our People's brittle yoke
the Lord will return us to our fruitful foundations
while splitting the swords of our aggressors
and scattering their sadistic seeds into unloving lands,
this I view with a straining heart
as the cherubim bicker about my ears
reviewing the records for belladonna's bells...
J.A.B.
Categories:
sprigs, creation,
Form: Epic
You see me turned
ensconced in my prophecy
my lips murmuring with soft speed
and you wonder what it is that I seek to say,
for I have wept on the road from Babylon
foreseen the rebuilding of the temple
the phoenix of Jeruselum and the star of the Savior,
the tribe of Judah pays attention to my announcements,
I feel warm and wise in my fire orange and thick jade coverings,
the geniuses behind me wait anxiously for my words,
"Not by might, nor by power, but through my spirit..."
I am Zechariah, the zephyr of Trinity's twilight...
J.A.B.
Categories:
sprigs, creation,
Form: Epic
We are the Ignudi
unclothed, ebullient and energetic,
we lean and lunge, twist and turn
impervious to the imposition of ignominious imposters,
we are an expression of immortal youth
the athletes and auditors of God's court
unbound by banality or bashfulness
we listen and leer at those who stare
looking for secrets in this sacred ceiling,
in our faces you'll see the feelings
of primal awareness unadulterated by apprehension...
J.A.B.
Categories:
sprigs, creation,
Form: Epic
What have you two done,
I can see the age in your faces already,
oh you're so bold and smart
you silly and naive creatures,
sure, I sheltered you
kept you away from violence, jealousy, and pain,
do you have any idea what happens
in the raw evolution of life,
have you ever witnessed death
can you even conceive it, huh,
you're gonna feel the fire of rage
and the panic of embarrassment,
you're gonna wake in the frost of depression
and age into the shadows,
you're gonna fight for everything
that you need and love
and sometimes even that won't be enough
you and your children are going to hurt and be hurt
in ways that you can't believe,
my darlings, I love you,
but your natures have been changed
from roses to razors,
you will become grotesque gods unto yourselves,
however,
in the wilderness,
you will be able to create, to care, to love
but it will be so hard for you,
so hard to keep your hearts alive,
I'll be with you always,
your eyes are open to judgment now,
go on to the other side...
J.A.B.
Categories:
sprigs, creation,
Form: Epic
(A "Hallmark" of Spring)
Tucked into her twig-knitted nest
a small sparrow sits preening her breast
Shallow though her tiny head rises
above it's rim to watch for any surprises
No eggs yet as spring draws near
though soon I 'spect some may appear
Tiny ones in turquoise blue 'n brown
nestled safely among branches around
It must be a sparrow's truest delight
in keeping her brood safely out o' sight
tucked away 'tween a cradle of twigs
of horsehairs 'n feathers 'n willow sprigs
I'll measure my joy in spring's arrival
by this young sparrow's enduring survival
And I'll languish in nature's beauties
with the watching of her motherly duties
For soon will arrive tiny young squeaks
squirming for worms with frail young beaks
Fledgling little feathers from nest inside
will blossom in spring once winter's denied
But should I lament winter's leaving
or the last fallen snow leaves me grieving
I'll feed my sorrow from the marrow
of this little nesting and pregnant sparrow
(March 18 2016)
Categories:
sprigs, bird, nature,
Form: Rhyme