Tag: spirituality

fire of past

~fire of past~

I have a longing to pull flesh from spirit
and fill it with echoes of the past
my heart swells with remembering
and aches with separation

there is nothing that can remove
the thoughts of days beyond me
and the time that lies in front
is swellling with emotion

why does this vex my soul?
why, what can it mean to be pulled
so inexorably back to a place
that is no longer?

my mind is swimming with memories
that are not mine
and yet, dwell within me
a fire yet to be quelled…. a flame un flinching

i cry to be saved from this conflagration
of spirit… for relief from the fire of pain
and still i sit here, wondering
my soul, alight with mystery and divine

A wickedness I can’t ignore

A wickedness I can’t ignore…

Wicked spirit calling me,
Evil deeds that I endure;
Desirous…. and more.

I, a wind blowing free,
A cyclone of symphonic energy;
Exorcists waiting at my door.

Who can stop my cavalry?
Fine tuned horses run to war;
Saddle up… if you are sure.

Passionate flames flowing free,
Burning all that touches me;
You’ll leave me only wanting more.

Wicked, wicked, wicked… three
Scratches and your back is torn;
Three and then you hit the floor.

Three and only three, no more.

A wickedness I can’t ignore…..

Dreams

Slow, deliberate dream sea; washes over
Life’s impurity.  Emotion’s fury!
Take hold and sink slow!  This line in between
The truth we see and the truth we know;
Well beneath the mind, the emotions flow.

Great tempest of honesty, whose waters–
Ushering the journey to the inside,
Are open wide; in this dream sea we stow.
A lit’ral bride to things already known,
But from which we hide from our own true mind.

What we see, a separate truth in dream;
Stronger still, our own desire to know
The truth that lies beneath our own disguise.
So in the dark of night, our self takes flight,
Sinking slow in dream waters we all go.

Emotions captive!  Lay back and low,
Float among those things we’re afraid to know.
Dream’s tale is long and deliberately slow,
So slowly go; And dream’s sweet truth’ll be shown.
Sea of dreams- through your dream sea we grow.

What was old is new again (on Truth and Art)

What was old is new again;
The end, we all consume.
Just as night finds us, he’ll find you too!
So beneath day’s moon be true.

Listen with eyes open!
With the eyes you were given to hear;
From wanton need be free, to see,
Life’s flowers growing near.

The scarecrow stands and watches,
With no desires to be fed;
With little need for things, indeed;
‘Cept the sun and moon’s sweet bed.

Standing guard in a field of grain,
While autumn’s wind blows by;
His steady eyes stay focused still-
On the waning golden sky.

As should we, you and I!

Because All of it is nothing…
All of it Nothing at All!
Open your heart to beauty,
And into beauty, may you fall!

Ode to Hate

Ode to Hate

Oh Boil and Bubble!  Your black ooze,
It Covers me, troubles me,
Witches brew, smothers me;
Dark potion doubles my feelings for you-
This witch’s brew.

Green liquid, I drank you
I can no longer supplant you
Obey your dark orders, I do!
I have no other feelings but you-
This witch’s brew.

Cauldron of darkness! I worship
Your starkness, I hold nothing left
That is true;
Pain and lies and pesticide-
This horrible witch’s brew.

Oh! That I could return
To before, my covenant with you!