Forest in a Cube

In cubed forest with paths of eight

 

Intersecting at center state

 

Each line providing opposed trait

 

Redemption an open way straight

 

Walk in or out to unknown gate

 

Choose carefully or wait in fate

 

Avoid spirits in blind flail gait

 

Reasons will be clear; celebrate

A Moonlight Dance Under the Seventh Lunar Month

 

 

 

 

 

A Moonlight Dance Under the Seventh Lunar Month

 

 

 

She the seventh child of the seventh son

 

Born on the crest of the ghost day

 

Tends to the festival’s spiritual guests

 

Who gather upon the garden’s paths

 

On the fifteenth night of seventh lunar month

 

To awaken their closed eyes at the moonlight’s touch

 

For the gates of paradise and of hell are unlocked

 

And the music shall play for paired frolickers

 

As chastity and lust sway to a waltz

 

Temperance and gluttony chasse in flow

 

Charity and greed parry with gancho steps

 

While diligence and sloth make dizzying spins

 

Kindness and wrath walk in curve across the paths

 

Whereas patience and envy reverse turns in circles

 

And, humility and pride will never dance

 

For one has arms to embrace

 

The other has no legs to stand on

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A Service for Six

 

The procession followed Virgo’s time

That began on a sixth day

Ending now with words to say;

The good padre spoke in rhyme

 

Against the beast and the sixth sense

That fended off any hex that cursed its way

Along hexagon walls that kept its stay

With insects and seraphs in winding suspense.

 

The six by six cortege proceeded the casket

Each separated by six degrees

And stood in bowed form during the final decrees:

That it be laid six feet under wrapped in a devil’s basket.

 

Six shovels poured the ground

Upon the black hole to seal out all false fay

And to muffle in the fiend’s bray;

A marker, etched with three sixes, staked to the mound.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mirroring Five Reflections

 

 

 

 

 

 

In the reflection was seen a mirror

Of many mirrors that stood

Across all conceivable sides

 

Long as the moment  

which is never more

And always less

 

Wide as the time line

Which begins at zero

collapsing upon the horizon

 

Deep as the secrets of mass

Contracting to critical dark hole

Physically unsustainable

 

Perception as the reality falters

And the Tao signifies nature’s changes

 

Existential as unknowable space

And nonexistent; unremitting time

 

The five dimensions

Each reflections in a cube

Found in the fifth dimension

 

 

 

 

 

 

Quatuor

Quatuor

 

 

They appeared to rise up from the flaming

of the horizons - riding upon their long dark shadows

as the waning hour’s  hand implored

the horsemen to seek another way

 

For they brought with them

the scourge of conquest

the destruction of war

the shame of famine

And the mask of red death

 

Four distinct lines were laid across

so that the apocalyptic quatuor

should cross each other’s path

and at this fated connection

the cursed were consumed by their own evilness

 

A new day’s face of a rose

brought joy and peace upon the land of faerie

where now lives nature’s four powers:

the stoic Earth

the flowing Water

the lighting Fire

the blending Wind

 

 

 

 

 

 

Trinity

 

 

 

 

 

There was the primary that was casted

To be the lone one

 

Alas, perfection has no sum

 

Then came another one to make a pair

No more than less despair

 

The power of two lasted

Until an odd one came to be

Up from the salted sea

 

Walked in the element of three

 

And thus, created a trinity

That balanced life, death and infinity

 

Each suited with a mask as permanent

As the black on the night firmament

 

Not either can be torn away

Matter not night or day

 

Each face with a name:

 The rational mind

The desirous kind

The spiritual bind.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It Is

He be it

Do it

Be or no

No ex

Ma is it

It be

Be by me

Pa is

Ox oh so

If am

Am my up

Of me

At an ax

Up my

An ad up

Go be

Ex of ax

Be me

Ma is Pa

Oh my

Em an Jo

We be

Oh me my

It is

One

If one were only one

Than solitary would be contrary

Since to be one needs more

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wicked Angel

 

 

 

 

 

Angel’s eyes were made to be blue

 

so to melt any resistance with her gaze

 

 but then again, misery adores a view

 

 

her dangerous lips promise to craze

 

the mind; turn the will into melted sin

 

and with one kiss - Angel slays

 

 

all senses but to her soothing skin

 

of wicked milk and honey cream

 

to be consumed to passion’s spin

 

 

one can only plead and scream

 

at the fruit of the purple iris

 

then to awaken from an Angel’s dream.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Surrender

Is my will stronger than are my fears

Is my desire weaker than my instincts to survive

Are my eyes able to see beyond her vastness

Are my ears drawn irresistibly to her perpetuating sound

Will my mortal body be able to pay her immortal demands

Should I separate from consciousness and allow faith to reign

The sea calls and I am mesmerized to follow

The waves striking at the ground in rhythmic beats to my heart

Her smell envelops all my senses - beyond thought

Her coldness pervades into my warmth and pulls me in deep

Shall I stop seeking breath and separate to fate

Shall I know the greater time - will I emanate into rhyme

Separate to separate from being done; evolve into the one

  

Forgiving Evilness with a Blessing

 

 

Forgiving Evilness with a Blessing

 

Evilness found its executioner tonight

Steeped from the cauldron of hate

And then molded into a vile stake

 

 

It entered into Mother Emanuel’s light

Where love and worship gathered in pray

And it waited amongst them in prey

 

 

The bullets were released with mortal intent

The fallen died in their spilled blood

And survivors shed tears into a flood

 

 

The families spoke of their love and no resent

Against this abominate man of loathing

The church stood firm - to forgive hell’s knowing

 

 

How can one understand the heart

That wears such evil dressings

Or the wounded heart that can still - offer blessings

 

 

 

 

 

La Cara Es Nada

 

The small boy would not sit still at the table

That he spoke thru silence is no fable -

He walked away to capture a bus.

 

That he would rather jump like a super hero

than fall tragically into a sum of zero

So ran the wall and leapt off the cliff of plus.

 

Survival is a lonely empty place

There are no mirrors one needs to face

Growth shall be a process of separation

 

As the actions to be - are too,  the seeds

Of who he is and be may be; the deeds

Are eyes left to stare at the risky resolution.

 

That door, that very door is more.

Heavier to carry; lighter if merry

Enter gently nevertheless, enter intently

 

You will face only, the empty space

The wells of solitude shall bring grace

Though never - ever to be contently

 

For chance can happen

Within the swirling moments - and then

Change may seek your mind once again.