Christ Mass of 2012

Only in nakedness can one find absolution

Of the shroud cloths of resolution

That holds  secret the way

To live in full - each day

Without ill retention

And with intention.


And with intention

Without ill retention

To live in full - each day

That holds secret the way

Of the shroud cloths of resolution

Only in nakedness can one find absolution.

  

Quiescent Mind

In the distance between the quiescent mind

And the silent depths of diminishing light,

Where fears and doubts dwell, entwined

With increasing tightened fright,

Like strained ropes pulled tight

   by strayed anchors of dissolution,

the floundering Ship of Good Hope

   seeks the lighthouse beam’s scope

that is the source of forgiveness -

so to silence the gargoyle’s screams of madness.

A Noise Pervades the Quiet

Each quiet morning a horizon ebbs open

Unto a fresh new day  - freeing redeeming light

That awakens reclamation

 

Of the lost who were blinded in the night;

 

The forsaken consumed by the noise of fright;

 

The desperate overwhelmed by temptation

 

That pervades the good rooms

Of promise; of hope; of children -  once bespoken.

Respite

If there is a point of respite

During these days of sorrow and mourning -

 

It must be in finding a peace

That the innocence of the children

Has found a permanent place  –

 

And that these little angels will now hold ease

Over our pained hearts.

 

Holding us near heaven’s blessed waters

So that  their little faces can reflect

Upon us - so to soothe our wounds

 

While the long dark night can find a new morning.

 

 

It is Raining

It is Raining

 

It is raining spring rain today

In the midst of December’s grey

Low hanging skies

Pouring sadness from teary cries

For madness has taken killer’s eyes.

 

It is raining stinging rain today

Who can explain;  who can say;

Where is the calming cold and snow;

Where are the songs of merry bestow;

When evil’s emissary strikes a blow.

 

It is raining stunning rain today

Find the children where they stay

For the vile smell of death is in the air

And all that is left is a young boy’s stare

Into the red abyss of ne’er.

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Free

I lived to gyrate among all my glories

 

And desires that were interspersed

 

Amongst all treasured materials of trash and conquests.

 

And whilst  once, I was possessed by the idea

 

Of coveting pursuits and keeping alabaster trophies,

 

I was too – owned by them.

 

 

And, now when all is so lost ...

 

 

I am at  long last – free

 

From the avarice of me;

 

Released from the chain of attachments -

 

I am stronger being in the nothingness of all

 

eternity.

Ode To An Old Soldier

Grey December skies weep

Their cause and their acceptance

Of standings spread across the wide

 

Reaching upward in stark contrast

To their deeply rooted terms

That seek warmth in the cold ground

So that an old soldier

Can find a final rest.

Evolve

Within a grain...

 

A willingness to yearn

is to accept a missing presence;

A desire to learn

is to evolve into essence;

A silence of awareness

That merit all the darkness.

 

Without...  no gain..

Dawn’s Face

Each morning owns beauty bright-

Be it a spectacularly grand horizon of hues

Or, a cast of low veils with blues and grays...

 

Dawn’s face is nevertheless, the reason one prays

For a hope and a faith that will find stays

Within or without the mind, mired with its doubtful rues-

That follow footprints through to the end of the night.

Two-to-Go

Two-to-Go

When we were young and blind

we came together for lifetime bind

Now we are older and see blurry

we hold closer without a worry

For our path is named Two-to-Go

and our hands as one, Em & Joe.

Being

When words, left to lain about

Like so many unread newspapers,

Filled the vacant rooms

That, nevertheless, were full of crap.

 

And so, the unanchored thoughts

Wondered around the empty house

Hoping iron spikes would stab them down

Upon their lost intention

 

While waiting the long wait -

Until silence regained place

And then, the calm shall assume the single reason

To continue to be... being.

Why Be Normal

Ride the why be normal

Through the feigned deterring walls,

Abound beyond reason’s restraints,

As chaos rebels form constraints

While the faceted carousel circular falls -

Freeing the horse ballet to a randomness;

Allowing helix twin riders a madness

to determine the freedom of abnormal.