Of the Long Night

Lost into the long night

Falling unto the demons

Who tear away at fragile sight

While dancing upon the weaken floor

Over which despair holds loose - sanity’s door

Until it all collapses into a heap.

 

Waiting the 4 A.M. chimes

To ring awake in dissonant rhymes

And find the remnants of cheap

Wine and bad cigars whetted in sin

And pained with vague memories;

To be stored along with lucid regrets to a bin

Pushed back into the darkest corners

Until penance has redeemed the revelry

Of the long night - Lost.

 

Lost the night

Found a dead mouse -

 

Lost in the lone house

Found a live frog-

 

Lost in the fog

Found the light-

 

Lost the sight

Found the rain-

 

Lost the pain.

Good Morning Sunshine

The dawn was missing today

Hidden behind glowering skies-

And across all four horizons the eyes

Were filled in grays of black

While the grumblings of the nearing storm

Called the woodlands still; as the calm before

And then suddenly the skies wept mightily

Flooding across all the land with tears

Of grief and joy.

Then a blue bird sang it’s note

And the chimes played on a gentle breeze

Whilst your warm face appeared

Through the opening clouds

To say once again, to this lost soul,

Good morning sunshine.

Bell of Benediction

The bell announces itself in sudden presence

then slips away gradually in tonal waves

that allow the light and the dark

to become neither superior

nor inferior to each other

as likewise the mind

and body give way

to each other.

Waiting the Calm

The storms came and ceased him

For it was time to journey away

Through the maelstrom in dim

Light and angry waves of betray.

Hold on Prince - for we shall ware

Of the ship that brings forebear

Unto the rocky shores of dismay

Until the calm brings us close - this way.

The Night Mares

It isn’t the night that I fear

Nor the darkness that is near

For night mares I understand

They dwell in the gray strand

Holding rein between the black

Knight’s square and the Queen’s attack

For dominance of the light

To stimulate a thought’s flight.

Unbreakable

New born infant what will you find

That is unbreakable in this first day.

And then through a lifetime of mainstay

Principles that will test your mind

And that of the mighty oak that holds your swing;

Or the woodland paths where spring

The worlds that are at best forgiving

And at worst, the way of forbidding

Truths and lies that may thus foment

Who and what you will believe.

Young man what have you found

That is unbreakable in this beginning

Year of your first and fruitful yearning

And are you certain that life will bound

Forth, full of strength and with a force

That will alter humanity’s course

Beyond its immediate destruction

And enraptured annihilation

Unabated by its quest for conquest

And of its unrelenting need for greed.

Fearsome man what have you done

That is unbreakable in this place

Where you live without grace

And without rhyme with one

Nor with anything that holds mirth;

As it has become about your worth

And less about those poor and meek

Who must seek shelter or a death in wreak

Amongst a cosmos that holds neither friend

Nor anyone - be they mighty or weak in the end.

Old man what have you lost;

What have you gained that is unbreakable

Besides your word of promise and name

And all disguised in a last testament of shame

Fastened together at all costs…

For the things you have built not to break

Are nothing more than your own mortar of make

Reasons and compromise that now hold no breath;

Soon to whither and waste upon your death.

And that will, in the end, prove that the only sake

That matters will stand, and whisper pray at your wake.