Creed

13 06 2013

I here the wisdom of your words,
forever striving to be heard.
Lost among a million voices,
lost among the many choices.
Feast or famine, rich or lowly,
bang the drum now, bang it slowly.
Let the earth hear what you say,
by dark of night, and light of day.

The race we are, just one-not many,
existing in this land of plenty,
waging wars, we never wanted,
by their ghosts our race is haunted.
No true faith has brought them on,
each god taught love, and sang it’s song.
The hate and greed that made men die-
a tellurian creed, our race’s lie.

Growing in the hearts of men,
thoughts of peace now move the pen.
Darkness now lies unrequited,
a vessel new-it’s been re-fitted.
In the shadows of the glow,
made by lamplight of the flow,
lie the things we left behind,
the lessons learned, by our great mind.





what the hell

8 06 2013

Carried away,  they are, on that wisp, of human emotion.
Guilt, Want, Desire, Need,
Love. Hate, Despite, Greed.
The things a vessel bears, may weigh heavily, on it’s eternity,
or be as light as a god particle feather, on it’s eternity,
as it plods it’s way to the vast ending of it’s well known final port…
That is not for them to K(No)w.
No mortal eye sees truly into that glass of finality.
Hence, the blur of that humanity, leaves sepia toned edges.

Distorted,

is,

that brief moment of true thought portrayed in the picture of it’s truth.
Short was that moment in time.

A Cosmic light… switched on.

Then, just as quickly, it buzzes and dies,

and you K(no)w

(not this time)

you have to change it.

That kind of moment, to put it in human terms, and conceptions of time…

and eternity.

Lost are we, indeed, on the paths of men.
A last, sordid detail, in a soon forgone conclusion,
of that god particle sized blink that we are,

that spans generations.

(In our god particle sized moment of human thought.)

“A pity…
That.”
Said no one at all, for they were gone.
Gone,

lost in a sea of themselves, swimming carelessly neath the bristles,
of the timeless brush…

Self…

…and it’s endless pursuit…

of what they thought was happiness…
although it was actually just telling them,

… what they wanted to hear.
Touching it’s harshness, barely wincing, while basking in the fleshy touch of it’s

promise,

which felt good.

Living, seemingly.… slowly…

the demise of their purpose unknown,

unheeded.

Truth lies not here. , … so far.
But there is a razor thin line inscribed by the finest god particle tool,
that separates us from it.

If not…

what the hell.

Why make it seem worse then it may already be.

That, also, is not for them to K(No)w…





Evenstar

26 05 2013

She walks in colors, through the night, the Evenstar of such delight.
She wanders on forever lost, while birthright still remains embossed,
upon the darkest sky within, she knows not hate, she knows not sin,
for she is truly, what we are, that light immortal…Evenstar.

While flesh continues, on its way, the light shines on, through night and day,
it’s birth began, when all was dark, the spirits first, immortal spark.
Begun when there was nothing else, it’s birth is somehow ever felt,
by those who feel and those who hear – the Evenstar, will draw them near...

Basking in its barest traces, raising arms and turning faces,
to the light, born from the dark, where spirit ever leaves its mark…
The gifts –  eternal grace and wonder – free to all, not torn asunder,
by the flesh – our fleeting moment – effulgent star of mortal foment.

May it always not be so, and may that spirit ever grow,
among the lonely camps of men, scattered… lost…. imaginings…
While what we think we hold so dearly – may we some day see it clearly!
As our Evenstar arises, leaving us bereft of guises.





Breathless

20 05 2013

Was it you I saw dance, in the ether today?
Were you breathless and calm, and longing to stay?

There were colors that blossomed, across a dark sky,
as the veil departed, they blithely flew by,
bobbing and weaving, violet and green,
red tinged with yellow, so calm and serene.
Did it click, like a light, turning on in the dark?
So suddenly bare, like a tree without bark?
And did you go on dancing, though you knew all could see?
Did that matter to you?
Nor did it to me.

Are we not one inside, as we always have been?
From ourselves can we hide, or commit any sin?
The acceptance of love, that we know is divine,
while divinity glows, like a light that we shine,
can be nothing so sullied, or vanquished… belied,
though so many will doubt – they just haven’t tried…

Leaving all thoughts, and conceptions behind,
floating on breezes, of colors designed,
by some other hand, neither evil nor good,
simply believing, and knowing, they should.
Free as that lark, so immortal in verse,
free of the lie, and the truth, and the curse,
free of all judgment, all sorrow and shame,
free of all things, that we thought held such fame.

Was it I, that you danced with, in the ether today?
Was I breathless and calm, and longing to stay?
If it was, please don’t wake me, I’d rather just dream,
than awake in a world, that is not, what it seems…





Voices of Reason

19 05 2013

Blow with me, said the wind, my path is clear, and knows not sin.
Shine with me, said the sun, your journey has not yet begun.
Fall with me, said the rain, I know not fear, I know not pain.
Stand with me, said the trees, for from me comes the air you breath.
Float with me, said the ocean, my tides set greater things in motion.
Rise with me, said the mountain, for from me flows your purest fountain.
Set with me, said the moon, my power makes the oceans swoon.
Wish with me, said the stars, I bring you light, from near and far.
Sing with me, said the universe, I am the chorus, you are the verse.

Love me…
Be at peace with me…

Respect me.

Said mother earth.
Worship me not,
yet value my worth.





Impressers

19 05 2013

Infinite…
Timeless…
Impressers of fate.

Allowing our egos,
-and doubts-

to deflate.

Becoming that all, that our spirit can be.
Filling our sails, with a wind that is free.
Living just for each moment,
like waves on the shore.
Loving all the bright things,
we were taught to abhor.
Passing wisdom – not judgment,
from our shared jeweled throne,
we will guide all the others,
and find our way home.

With our will as a compass,
with truth do we steer,
over seas not so jaded,
as they did appear.
Accepting ourselves,
leads to joining all others,
who were twins at our birth,
though we shared, not our mothers.





Imagine

14 05 2013

If you were a god, and were blessed with the sight,
to see all, each bright day, and each darkling night,
would you suffer the evil, that seems out of hand,
or would you intervene… somehow take a stand.

If the thoughts of all mortals, passed through your great mind,
would you suffer the fools, who are cruel and unkind.
Would you answer the prayers you hear every night,
or defend all the children, that tremble with fright.

When the great dogs of war, send out clarion calls,
would you silence their tongues-would you cause them to fall.
When your self serving leaders, sent out their young men,
would you flush out the old, so the new could begin.

If the universe watched through our eyes every day,
and if it didn’t judge us, or things that we say,
if instead it observed, what we truly could be,
would it really be happy, with what our eyes see?

If it wasn’t concerned with some great final glory,
if instead it was simply… an infinite story
told not in the books, that are written by men,
but instead to their souls, when their flesh found it’s end?

Would we then see things different, or change what we’ve done,
never fight all the wars, that we think that we’ve won?
Would we then feed the poor, bring the homeless to beds,
would we now want that more, than what we chose instead?

The universe stumbles, along it’s great path,
unconcerned with forgiveness, or dealing it’s wrath.
Amazing… confounding…. while blazing it’s way,
on it’s path of not knowing, the role that it plays.

The truth of existence, stands brazen and stark.
It is all up to us, be it craven or dark.


Free will is a gift.

I imagine that’s true

but if it was our god,
would it like,
what it views?








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