The Zombie, God and Lust

all my inhibitions left outside the door
replaced by all my moral decay, swept up from the floor.
all my timely habits - revolving ‘round my God
replaced by all the chaos, deceit, distrust and fraud.
all my evolving wisdom - the root of all my pride
all my intelligence countered - by all these ancient lies.
(and still no pity for my pain)

all my inhibitions that I so kindly left behind
stand me up and set me straight and push me near the line.
instantaneous retrospection before my judgment seat
shall take me back some twenty years, to taste, by hell - its’ heat.

all the inspiration, in men, who found their death
urging the rest to ‘battle’ - to ‘the cause’ if nothing less.
all the chasing, all the plotting to arise the human soul
leaving none, save sorrow - to fill these jagged holes.
all the words bending - inside the human mind
spew out the lips and burn the ears of those we left behind.
(we ‘kindly’ left behind)

yet still (we toast these traditions, our customs, idols and lore)
making me pause to wonder - what is all the killing for?

perhaps, something we could never face: all the faults of man?
something He could never halt, by His flawless hand?
all the hate we nourished, plant seeds then went along
countered by a few old verse (that told us it was wrong)
and the countless children, marching
straightly - to the tune of fear
wrapping chains around their hearts
afraid of crying their ‘poisonous’ tears
(afraid of crying)

and all our inhibitions, trampled to the dust
perpetuated by our hate, the zombie, God and lust

1990

Silver, Glassy Cages

Dimmer comes the morning’s wake
divided, by demons, and the
Monster’s take -
mastered, perpetual
betwixt,
the after math and daily hope (the overdose)
and the gone, rank - better half.

Running, panting
outside silver glassy cages
gently begs the record of (nonsense)
on broken pages -
powered by heightened rages -
a spotlight on moldy toothpick stages
the ‘dead’ bought and sold
cracked hands of (narcotic) sages.
bounded by foot
chained to truths - faded

(is that all we leave on our plates?)
to call, hence, a circle of footprints
a worthy stake?

The Monster comes -
stilled, to devour
guarded, by his silver, glassy power.
a congress: of force
guided by a numbed, mis-guided
architect
through the silver, glassy cage
(made whole by demons)
the Monster deems
his take.

So, the best - swim
most drown
under a giant’s thumb - pressed down
An evil sunrise to dark new ages
lies (inside) the addict
of silver, glassy cages.

Meditation: February, 2006

To be damned is never
to taste the melody so sweet.
In this world of illusion
folded over, like an unfurled flag
in shades of magenta.
Oh, how it tries to be real
but remains, cardboard cut-outs.

This one more death is personal:
I, downed by a man in a
black derby,
dirty blonde hair,
missing two teeth.

Everyone wants to be in the spotlight
that shines from beyond the clouds.
Strange isn’t it how any of us could
be so excited about this realm.
A golden age, fool’s gold.

It’s a slaughtered mess;
a butchers shop, this life.
I am a chameleon that remains safe
always, scarlet red.
All the while the jaws snap quickly at me,
piranha quick.

And through the twisted gums
and broken teeth, the demon says:
“Start from scratch, you could be so much more.

I understand the implication
but his bargain is bare;
his logic is a debate
over a three sided square.

Maybe God hasn't created anything real yet.
Maybe Earth is just a prototype.

Potatoes and Rice

Virtues and Vice,
potatoes and Rice,
the conditions of mortals
and our staples of life.
We all got an angel
tripping over our heels.
We all got a demon
there for the kill.
We all got a smile
we don't use enough.
We all have a sadness
we play on too much.
We all have potatoes.
We all have our rice.
We all got our virtues.
We all got our vice.

Sign Post

Love is the sign post that arrests despair.

We need not only acknowledge
the Light in one another,
but remind one another
of the Light we share,
and it's capacity to heal.
This is love
and that is the sign post.

Maybe

Maybe when it is all over
we will see God
with the face of the one
we despise the most;
the one we could never forgive.
Maybe that would be
our last and most ironic lesson.

Doctor Martin Luther King

Every group, nation or peoples slandered by evils’ tilted ways;
that has invested its methodology in an ignorant and archaic enterprise
needs a man “who has a dream.”
A man who's interests are calculated by a freeing, just God.
A man who is instructed in his motives by a whisper of the divine.
A man who stands witness to an equality and a free will
that forces a united plane.
A man who knows that this spiritual freedom,
endowed by The Mighty - is the way - beyond mortality’s limited view.
Being tempered by the flames of love
our own tolerance is strengthened and our own peace retained,
for another day, because of that man.

A Mighty Love

I'd like to leave you a mighty love;
I ache to speak those words that sing.
But I am left to utter fleshy sounds
that come from this fleshy machine.

My Love

You won’t agree with me, my love.

But we all enter heaven
On our own terms.
Some by the sweat on our brows.
Some on the whimper of our victim hood.
Some, following the stars in their eyes.
Some through ignorance
And those who are simply lost.
Beyond this dance we go…

There is no “chance meeting” with
The Father, my love
We will return,
as expected,
exactly as scheduled
Because it is where we belong.

Certain Times

There are certain times
when all things come gracefully to your plate:
The overwhelming gratitude
climaxes
and the opportunities
seem endless.

There are certain times when everything
you know pauses
and you and your comrades in spirit
take a slow jaunt through
The length of one moment;
purposely, like sponges absorbing life.
Moving quietly behind
your own heartbeats
while finding blessing
in every breath;
inhaling the magnitude of the human experience.

This is one of those times.


To Ever
October 29, 1998

Appeal

‘Appeal the decisions - fellow beings
appeal the misfortune an’ painful things.
Ask for mistrial - make your objection:
Ask for more love, kindness and affection’

Burton Sunrise

Predictable, but not promised, comes this morning,
Man waited by - the night
to resurrect his mortality
massaged by gifted light.

The meandering wonder, the morning’s rise
over the horizon’s lip.
To compromise the fainting moon
as the stars bow -- then dip.

Hallowed is the clouded glow
that breaks through by it’s fire,
to blanket, both, man and beast;
majestic arrival.

There! A message it comes to bring
speaking the language - Now.
(cradled in the Hands of mighty awe)
sings: “Turn, breath, live, grow!”

Coaxed by order it keeps it’s course
through the blinding glare,
“I’ve come to execute your sight,
I am your sun, still
I am here.”

J'ai Vecu

Do I play the king well?
(Is the crown transparent
my ego in reflection.
Is the golden key to my kingdom
strapped to my heart;
majestic or stealth
to my intentions?)

Is it now
that I accept nobility
more than before
or am I not the hierarchy
proposed by my hands?

I know of this:
A villain, I feel
wearing my shoes.

I come to terms with my misery
by holding my apathy
and lie
by a showing of my teeth.
I court the day, with magic
for it knows little of
death
that silently, purposely
guards my reserved moment.

Learned

‘...but to fill with hope this void of gray.’


What I’ve learned
and heard
and seen
is hardly what I claim to be;
that of choice and fear and empathy
and all the misery between.

Some same, “Misery loves it’s company”
while others think, “I don’t give a damn.”
Either way - its wind may blow
to the lot of them: I am what I am.

Some say honor burns brightly, some blindly
a torch - per say - for truth.
I say, “Come to terms with idealism,
either way - fools - I want proof.”

I Saw A Picture Tonight

I saw a picture tonight.

It was of a man with only one arm
And only one leg, sitting
By the side of a dirty river,
Bathing his two young children.

I thought to myself:
Look at this man.
Know that God’s love
Reflects on him
As much as it does
on yourself.

And a sense of relief,
Accompanied by peace
came over me.

Maybe because I could
Feel I was not taking
More than I am allotted
of God’s attention.
Or maybe that I could
never
Fall low enough
not to qualify
For His love.
Or maybe it was all about
Gratitude for me
Or sympathy for them.

But surely it must have been this:
No one may notice
This man and his children
But I had been assured
In a moment
That God did.

Lost

Dividing Light

There is a dividing light - parting
partaking by those to come
partook by those to leave.
Nestled carefully between is divinity
balanced flawlessly
(a center)
in the prism of all
development and decadence.

Spanning from Alpha to Omega;
catching in its web - both
ignorance and defiance -
yes - all that justice places
and mercy regards, between.

Am I arriving at my destination
or am I denying my journey?
Am I careful to enhance humanity
or is my apathy well enough?
Am I one step from the dividing light
or am I once step past it?

Ego's Philosophy

Surely
to feel the reality
like astronomy
bearing down on me.
Like the gods crying
catastrophe;
will I burn in hell?
Well we’ll just have to wait and see.

My bad luck
is my new ‘winning’ streak
But every breath - I breath
still brings life to me.
But when I die, I pray not the eulogy:
‘Here he fell
- downed -
by his ego’s philosophy.’

Giant

I am a giant today.

I will carry a voice of prayer at every moment.
I know my breath is on lease by a Greater Party and can be taken at any moment.
I will keep my eyes open, my heart free of selfishness; as so to acknowledge,
to accept the smallest of miracles.
I will adopt the words of angels.
I will amend my anthems according to personal revelation.
I will take one or two steps closer to the light; I will not be idle.

I am a giant today.

I will have love and tolerance towards all.
I will hold my tongue to protect the dignity of others.
I will, in humility, yield to my own evolution:
From notion to knowledge to wisdom.
I will be sincere.
I will take personal responsibility for my actions.
I will lead my family to the sunshine.

I am a giant today.

I will define my motives, to keep recklessness at bay.
I will respect others free will, expecting the same.
I will take a little less and give a little more.
I will take action, with mercy.
I will approach no one on bended knee, save it be God.

I am a giant today.