that hidden place
where we laid truth
some sacred ground
one last time
ever I saw
such an ashen face
a new dark moon
no human reflection
mirrored in that resting place
space blindly orbiting
so many broken bones
finally I found
relevant prayers
quietly spoken
life is simply profound
just like death
so many unknowns
always some esoteric mystery
we won't ever quite grasp
can't with some complacency
perhaps uncaring
partiality at least
midst all this complexity
above us eternity
an impartial atmosphere
somehow at least
continuously surrounding
this circular world
then the next ovoid
prime exo-nuclear
cursing thermodynamics
extrusions articulating
primal dimensions
revealing some epic text
words simply vying to compare
enlightened reality
remit veiled immortality
no matter how much
we love and care
approving our duality
often too casually
we never keep in touch
with those things
icons relationally collected
such a vast collective past
recollection
escapes me
every time
I close my eyes
turn away from the burning sun
stare at a cold yearning sea
visions disturb me
remind me
those blurred shadows
where the light has gone
I have to try
imagine some final sum
each deep excavation
every mystic relocation
to the very final end
because of who we've been
because of what we've done
subjects of every incarnation
each grave dug
quiet acceptance
this creative earth
majestic upheavals
every certain proof
that in the end
we are all the same
we are just like everyone
human beings
existing
resisting
consisting
electricity and fire
blisteringly real  
living life together
beneath a blazing sun

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sometimes
dark moments
rush back
trample best days
truth escapes me
dark fissures
crushing events
those incidental features
coincidentally
truth has been
accosted and attacked
void of prior warning
logic seldom part of the content
truth has been
buried beneath oral sanskrit
overwritten by verbs of ancient greek
venerable ephemeral things
relating to undiscovered comets
and unknown stars
a context of simple space and light
something positive
everything negative
reality pushing the known world
forced into digression
cultivating aggression
depression grips me
corrupting my primal soul
worrying my whole being
such serious transgression
primarily we falter
fall down because of rivalry
bent over
bending down
upon bended knees
I sincerely confess
confusingly I'm enveloped
developing things
deep dark sentences
chasms full of paragraphs
chapters sliced by razor words
blazing an unfamiliar trail
my combustible feelings
I just can't
cross spears or swords
marring historic literature
I'm lost in this modern hinterland
my conditional demons
halt and alter
editing and mentioning
what and where
how they please
tearing communication
into ragged bits
skinning my rash tongue
into abysmal disrepair
disparaging torment
all my denigrated cares
those concentric things
devoid of morality
life without a single care
about immortality
for some cringing reason
living life just doesn't
repair every jagged rift
traverse every icy crevasse
rappel beyond dark reason
places I despairingly recall
destructive raging storms
thus my memory of feral fire
remaining categorically imprinted
framed by black and white images
surrounded by fading colour pictures
such distant planetary memories
monuments to creative life
contained in stacks and albums
retained pages
all that dynamic black and white
confined to etched boxes
those half-full of pen and ink sketches
any space remaining
stuffed with hand tinted monochrome
tightening my negative world
admitting my dripping honey dreams
what if I framed love
framing true confessions
reluctantly hung up
concessions nailed
to a relational wall
but what if I stayed home
what if unclaimed hearts
in some sort of way
could be gathered
repaired when they are broken
what if those spokes of glory
lightning spinning wheels
fixed to flaming chariots
mark unspoken words
should empires surrender
expose their harlot ways
refuse each central system
castes of people
a society of public plots
yesterdays politics
could be lasting
slicing and dicing
doubting empathy
void of sympathy and love
slashing then dashing
indictment administering addictive spice
add dangling spiritual tokens
bangles that appear newfangled
each tangle of miracles
done by slight of hand
empirically divine
some feeling of recovery
some reeling discovery
attached to philosophy and song
those monotone recitations
poems and universal singing
hinging upon connotation
exciting fantasy and magic
promising an esoteric reticence
full of atmospheric  litter
frittered with sticky crud
re-imagine bridge trolls and fairy tales
conjure three headed frogs
plead with destructive manic hordes
utter instructive whole notes
relatives trying to converge
conversely we crawl back
re-emerge some other place
oh devotees and members
resolving to remunerate nature
all those glorious symphonies
but humanity has tragically failed
curse bitter politics
amphibians and toads
have been derailed
call upon the wretched sky
extinguish war and immolation
those stimulating promises of cold ash
relinquish brash fiefdom
keeping every fashionable sunset
just over each fascist horizon
it's all smoke and mirrors
deception in conclusion
scads more political delusion
interjected with demon lovers
let constitution loose
reject screeching
so many dark and bloodied hallways
echoing with horrific screams
shift rejection and haunting shadows
flaunting unkept guarantees and fairy tale dreams
sucking life out of every pure stream
certainly sharing has been abandoned
subjecting equality to crawling
goodness slinking quietly away
joyless hearts become entangled
strangled by core despair
all this desperate innocence  
so today I feel depleted
honesty and truth lay mangled
trouble war has come to stay
no virtual winners
I wish something could save us
but there are no saviours
only ritual sinners
no matter how hard we pray
everything that once stood bravely
breathing but barely living
sorry tears every day
survival in another graceless war
deceptive faceless progress
wants and needs all incomplete
God's failing creatures
revealing skeletons of creation
restitution that once was giving
bloodied and defeated

                     * * *

 

blame fire
blame fire
for all your problems
all the world's problems
blame fire
that fire burning in your eyes
fire burning in your mind
that fire burning in your heart
hot fire burning
deep within your yearning soul
blame fire
for mankind's evolution
blame fire
for every revolution
fire incinerating everything
everything we love
everything we hate
everything including faith
every flaming fiery thing
blame fire
for burning up
this modern world
raging wild fire
what a resolute fate
blame fire
for rampant climate change
blame fire
for always taking
centre stage
all that political rage
blame fire
for revealing
reeling smoking life
blame fire
sparking embers
within each smoldering family
routine self-immolation
those adulterous
corruptible husbands
disruptable wives
reckless kids
playing with feckless matches
blame fire
for erupting earth
scorched ground
results of explosive fires
incinerating neighbourhoods
forests and grassland
once peaceful places
recurrent criminal arson
resurgent on an ashen heading
blame fire
for political strife
consuming combustible rights
blame fire
for fiery insurgents
wielding razor edged knives
warlords fanning flames
fueling impassioned tribes
blame fire
for infernal days and nights
blame fire
for God's sake
blame fire
for eternal heaven and endless hell
erupting fraternal fire
every flaming god
corrupting spark and blame
instructing untamed fire's universal swell
blame fire
for every place we haunt and dwell
blame fire

                          * * *

 

what is it
this thing
we all yearn for
some call it love
some may say
golden rings
glimmering gemstones
those are the things
chiseled and polished
something
spiritually attuned
out of the ordinary
physically undone
some graphic gravity
everything intoned
headily contested
a sublime text
yet somehow distant
an alien tongue
mixed with far flung delusions
what if we concluded
we should be enveloped
by light and perfection
developed astounding beings
a brilliant mind set
resoundingly full
tall resolutions
of peace and love
wouldn't every then
be purely golden
wouldn't stirring life
be some precious gem
sparkling lives
souls embarking
to distant stars
even if it's us and them
compassion and empathy
would surely help us
envision startling light
realize everything
we are searching for
we can manifest
a core poem
harmonious musical chords
touching love songs
hands full of peace and psalms
deep within
our very soul
divine paragraphs and chapters
golden and diamond letters
grace and profundity
expressed in words
confession written  
expression in a sacred tome

                   * * * 

 

I heard
the man
say
he's noticed
the decline
of species
over the years
he said
it was
understandable
seeing how
forests are cut down
so many species
removed
I'm not sure
about understandable
I can't help
but wonder
if the Creator
will forgive
us
what we
have done
removing species
extinction
changing the world
like we
own the place
creating
a hopeless world
virtually
scratch at life
thinking
this is
civility
modern progress
a new plane
on a planetary
level
I can't help
but wonder
if Universe
can continue
allow
us
submitting
havoc
cruel decimation
if nature
decides
what the palette
shall look like
after the artist
has swept everything
away
slurry on the canvas
administering
coarse ash and thick muck

                  * * *

 

if it's freedom
we are looking for
free as a bird
wings so we can soar
free like the wind
carrying us away
sweet poems and songs
those we've loved and heard
what if the world
stopped turning
simply quit spinning
what if the world
stopped burning
simply quit churning
what could universe
ever be learning
some free spirit
still we're yearning
radical radiance
plunging obedient light
thrusting into darkness
illuminating universal creed
that universal cred
everything we really want
everything we truly need
freedom feeds us hope
nourishing both heart and soul
all those flourishing good vibrations
allowing us to bend and cope
we've witnessed freedom
disappearing into nothingness
relapse before our very eyes
one might imagine freedom
collapsing into starkness
still we would search
try to detect right
lapse into what is left
some dialect of sacredness
speaking about fleeting freedom
along with trying privilege
manifesting a different language
some may never learn to speak
what if your divine tongue
turned to emboldened freak
what if your beating heart
realized miracles and psalms
morally and ably growing
when there is that brilliant light
air and water
nourish every divine thought
every confining moment
we are here
demands upon this spinning globe
enslavement is what we all should fear
prisoners of our own dark thoughts
chained to doctrines and documents
constitutions that shackle thought
blindfolding freedom
blindsiding privilege
so no one can see
when we shut our eyes
blindly finding nought
mindlessly we can stand it
locking freedom and privilege up
all those mocking politics
defrocking free thought
like it was sin and sacrilege
mock-ups of every damned and cruel device
castles and fortresses rising in elite kingdoms
flying flags and unfurling borders
hurling bombs and rockets
martial law and bitter orders
lording it over embittered people
rioting in loud streets
economy crowded into foreign markets
blasting the very thought of freedom
right out of innocent ears
flames out of bulging eye sockets
tanks greeting freedom
such arrogance and fire
total war defeating privilege
distilling peace into fiefdom
evaporating bubbles of progressive thought
stirring irrational violence with fatal destruction
all that careless war has wrought
freedom's scars and bleeding wounds
damage beyond any good and moral thought
harsh screams echo throughout avenues of vicious sounds
grievous corruption leaves us ungrounded
destruction replaces privilege and freedom
unfounded tragic indignity
peace is such a fragile place
now freedom and privilege
have been buried again
hurried into mass graves
alongside multitudes of executed souls
bullet holes in every head
marks left by fascist ghouls
a far right nightmare in every stead
destroying privilege and freedom
constituting evil goals
whatever is on freedom's mind
does clever privilege really care
what if revered peace is something
we can never truly find
what if freedom is something
we will never bravely share
will the cold sea rise up to save us
will bold divinity create some miracle
what if humankind just disappeared
what if peace and freedom
were simply never here nor there
if you sin or kill
lose your soul
what is profoundly deep
within the raging sea
those sacred things
we never truly see
does it really matter
maybe the answer
would be somehow simpler
dancing winter night into summer day
instituted by some crowing necromancer
we compassionate humans
just need
to be a bit wiser
this towering romance
just a little flatter

                * * *

 

at times
I imagine
such a love storm
touching you
just reaching out
caressing you
kissing your face
like I used to do
now forlorn
I so miss your kisses
delicious moments
precious memories
looking deeply
mesmerized
by your entrancing eyes
searching and finding
witnessing living love
thriving there
feeling that you
truly cared
I surrendered
this torn heart
of mine
wanting feelings
expectant of
each tender part
enduring
each rendered hurt
yet love's familiar arrows
painfully continue
pierce my erring heart
still my caring soul
I'll die knowing
this mysterious love
is final
your deep love
made me whole

             * * *

 

knife angel
dark shadows
in the night
angel of death
stark yet contrite
blade upon blade
your honed edges
side by side
keen razors
killing sharp
slicing innocence
life into bits
rife
in that
penitent faze
dicing everything
carving up
those things
we made
shining blades
emerging
urgent and turgid
shimmering
promises
colourful parading
commitments
resurgent
brazen pledges
of allegiance
dredging privilege
each rigid state
edges converging
perpendicular and nigh
upon a precipitous ledge
hoping we will fly
officious angle
knowing we will die
you intrepid
knife angel

         * * *

 

everything
is chaos
the village
has been
destroyed
all those
feckless vampires
those stalking
reckless warriors
walking
frantic dead
all those
falling
fanatic bombs
ruining home
grueling life
all the village dogs
those
still alive
running wild
hungry
confused
overwrought
by brutal fighting
so frightened
rummaging
through chaos
under bloodied rubble
over bloated bodies
far beyond
what was
just yesterday
this living place
had life
invested families
trusted relations
a welcome face
security and peace
where family dogs
could lie
dream and sleep
after
bombs exploded
after
so many died
after
invading soldiers
burned the village
scorched ground
I woke
weeping
midst
piles of war
styled litter
already
beyond
so many
fearful sobs
streams
of bloody tears
still
I find
some dream
flying
high
above
a sacred land
now
all the birds
have flown
searching
some place
to nest
for peace
guidance
from God
that holy hand
yet
I find
myself
crying
witness
such wretched
truth
everything
we once
held dear
total war
creating
untold destruction
obliterating
mortal life
provoking strife
each smoking portal
lost human rights
days and nights
tormented by fear
full of early death
all this eerie darkness
obscuring love and light
right veiled by battle blur
war torn starkness
nothing is ever clear

               * * *