all the glitters….
no.
the cup you seek
is not next to the throne
but at your feet,
fallen
from hands,
weak with fear of
the power you hold.
once you are free of him-
of them,
of you,
of them,
of you,
drink deeply.
Category: Poem
Master
Weave
Burn
Murder
Build
Abort
Create
Teach
Frighten
Search
Lead
I make words dance
I make words bleed
Open your heart
Open your eyes
And in one verse,
I will show you God.
in the next.
i’ll bugger him sweet
and
slow.
I am the Master
and
the fool.
A Study in Self Pity
I am in the same place
again.
Searching for the same thing,
again.
I am feeling in the dark for answers
again.
Answers that once sustained and nurtured
now elude and mock.
Decide, Choose, and then Move.
is it so simple?
it was once,
when I was wiser
and stronger.
I want to remember.
I want to awaken.
I want
to not want.
I have forsaken myself.
is there any worse crime
than to abandon one’s soul?
perhaps.
But how would one know,
when drowning in purposelessness?
I’m on my on side now
It’s not a war
But there is a casualty.
I am not alone
But where were you?
I have
Me
and
Mine passions,
and heart.
I can show you,
but I will never,
never share
with you.
I can’t,
it’s all I have.
And its all mine.
It’s all me:
‘Fuck The World,
And Make Yourself Happy “.
That’s what the old man said.
Well,
I’m game,
even if you ain’t.
Me, Myself & I (I Complete Me)
In my gut
I feel a rumbling.
I think I
swallowed a Phoenix.
A baby Phoenix.
I now spit hot fire
with my pen.
Revival
New beginnings usher in
the return
of brand new doubt.
discarded lance
finds itself once again
in trembling hand.
Battle has come.
but this soul warrior
is not prepared.
I do not seek the struggle
nor am I so craven for peace,
that the shadow of lie
and fear cloak my shoulders.
Only oblivion
will set me free.
A Star
shining hot
and
burning bright
in the expanse
still shines alone.
Ether Ryder
I cull the collective
for wisdom that
came long before me,
and shall be invented again
long after I leave you.
to be dusted off by others
Braver
Freer
and Stronger than I could be.
But for now,
the reins are Mine.
follow if you dare.
Relics
Talismans of an ancient man:
against the snow
against the sun
against capricious
Universe.
But,
Universe is my
Woman.
My Goddess.
My Queen.
and she so fine.
She is my sweetheart.
and She burns.
She burns.
I seek talismans
to bring her closer.
to feel her wrath.
to bring her inside
of me
to summon
Union.
She nurtures
wisdom
in me
and
I see
that I am
the new
Talis-Man,
never to relic away.
I am the Fire.
We are the Flame.
Come my friends
come,
my little devils,
and burn with me.
Je ne suis pas Charlie, mais je suis Charlie
We write because we know
that the written word
has more staying power
than the orator’s rhetoric.
We write because we know
in a slight turn of phrase
and sexed up wordplay,
We will steal our reader’s own palette
and with it, paint indelibly onto the soul’s canvass.
It’s why singers sing
And painters paint,
Why builders build
And rockers rock.
It is why lovers love.
So, although I don’t agree with the Gauls’ politics,
I defend,
not their right to free speech under the rule of law,
But their right,
and the right of every individual, to express ourselves freely.
Because we are all of us
Beautiful
Valued
Loved
and Loving
Humans.
And, to quote a very intelligent and insightful friend of mine:
“…fuck anyone who’s offended by a cartoon.”
Return
Far too long I shunned
her shimmering silver luminosity
-her softness contaminated me,
and made me weak.
So I struck East, desirous of Its golden power and promise.
Plagued by illusions of strength and vigor
I plodded manfully through Summer.
Manfully,
and Empty.
Hungry,
I turned back to my pale and fickle maiden
Luckily I found her,
In fullest bloom
-not hiding
As so often she will.
And I followed,
I pleaded,
I offered everything I had
and she said nothing.
Yet, in that silence,
she offered me everything.
She offered me a return
to where I belonged:
Eastern Warrior, rise up once again,
rise up.
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