The Coming Always  (2011)

the sphere only dipped in Eden-mist for moments.

soon again the globe redly glow,

and the charring-redly dance the green to fecaled-brown.

dance the stilled-blue to smudged purple

the earth brutaled by the terrible light of the

everywhere wicked things,

that ignited-spawn seeming from fields of zilch

and burn the capitol granite-rounds and squares to the ground

as the delusions of falling hatred and murder

are melted from the world

and their sweet stuffs run in plump drips and gulps

down sewer drains

the wise felt the insideout light before it came

not knowing how that murk shine

but they sensed the coming always

the lovers jitter mystified by the confusion of yet another night

they were promised the dark would not advent again

the evermore sunshine of our magical era

were avowed in the knowing that they were different

sprung angelic merely from being enough years beyond Christ

and enough into the torture of nature   

clever utmost, kinder through, history wrapped, thus sagacious

See how the clean stand on plains and streets 

eyes-wild, flame-sheened like they glossed fake fruit

Their arms scared, slither-caduceus their own selves

given up on help  

so sooty they, juxtaposed to their once were,

the deniers are so true to all times - Demon-shocked

“We thought the Low was eternal dead,” lips in circly-waves say

How they extincted all the ones who could save them now

But in a pampered world, angry-eye bulge only faintly in some few

The true warriors are educated away

Oh You, you who do this, did this,

Don’t squint into the insideout light

Gaze forever upon what you have made glow again

Bird on Breeze (2012)

The bird lay on breeze steady, the staying sway above the river run smooth away 

The wing fill with the visible not, comfy upon, around, over, under the pinioned-lot 

Oh how the Near ones hover light, near the Near One are the birds of morning flight 

How do you write the dawn wind? With sounds of shush, swushes and sissing sind 

The sent soaring is our life as well, gale glide we like the birds of the nothing tell

If we let it we are housed by the wind, and if we move not and we have not sinned 

But god, how we flap and headbutt the carry, push the atmosphere, strain and wary! 

But oh at just the right yaw, we be poised and we lay too upon moved by the moving all!

Angel with Relapse  (2011)

I may gentle life with such downy word, thought, deed - that all me bless; 

gentle so that the scaled, jagged men of earth yield to a marbled smooth

in my presence 

No free bob a bit of care in the vast soul of me if any see 

I just do from some turning tight crux that spume so wide and so much soothe 

Utter replete good soul, that to reckon me man would be much unfit 

In times those, the sole sobriquet to meld to my nature is saint 

But then, a squirmy splinter in the unbroken white sheet of spirit show

Cured unwound: the threads and frays of human trail tangle-trip and rumple me 

And saint be grumped, mumble stuck - eye squint, wolving through the ordinary 

No reason, yet reason sharp, a wit a’scalping in the rotten wides of the world 

Beauty wrinkles, its leaves curl blackened, the seen concatenate ugly to ugly to ugly 

Angel plummet, slip rocks in heaven, I can avow, even slip rocks in heaven

Noise of God (2012)

Divinity’s daffodil quill voice hear so holy, holy sweet in every each sonic spec,

In the broken sleeper nose, the buzz-bug ear near, the busy signal disconnect; 

In rapid-quaked jackhammer cackle-bounced gainst’ concrete;

In the timbermade wheel horse-pulled click-clack on cobbled street;

In the honkhorn-siren ricochets that so glut the cramp-bricked neighborhood; 

In the bitty bar bungled by bigger bar into the constructed home’s whacked-wood; 

In the silent diner, now overran by seriatim thudded-knuckles, smacked-chew pie; 

In engine spiral-rumble, drivers’ oath churns, and tires rounding-voosh by. 

Hark! God's psalms in hoarsed howl of hoarded hound in lonely confinement;

Lis, the wisdom wound with winding shrill curses flung among two lovers’ misalignment;

And the pure joy in the paper crisp air torn by children bursts, or bliss in plane lift off;  

Catch the canticles of the constant-crinkle-clouds of storm, undumb clanked-dumpster, rapping cough;

The fun in belling phones, yawping baby, droning buses, laved dishes, pot, plate and cup! 

Yes know! All that grates truly whispers hymns; cacophony choirs each irknote toward the Most Up!

So sit, special tilt and stay the heed to stop the banging, the clanged that all a‘bout brim,

and oh, be a lovely ear, eavesdrop in on this ever-going dispensation of Him.

Cathedral (2011)

Dashing demon, dashing death, downward days rushing fast, 

Reaching, nipping, clasping at the back of the good-so-good soul; 

But then! smack-smudged badlings ‘gainst the stiff gray granite vast! 

‘Gainst the oldworld-outcast-wornstone, how so unoccupied cathedral! 

And soul safe slip the stepp’d seal, into, under, cupped door-hands of Heal. 

Soul in Soul, and Soul so feel, not see, angels wax wicked to a vapor peel! 

And the sin mist dallynot, twitch to flakey, ‘sperse to vanish! 

The shaded vacant, pitchy vaulted, we beneath fanned pinion of our Lord. 

Though dimly side-lighted candle fire, some unsmall unsaw lightwide wax high! 

This alight-light gush - how we see so bright light in our dark’d skulls?  

Chopped blind-eyed, chopped lost-roam, here home, heart here smears, 

stomped banish! we call into the not-two 

Bequeath fragrant stenchy this, beamy glint upon the skin, 

flair from eyes, flair from eyes, from flair eyes 

much love all fair that flair from eyes 

inside the tower’d, hallow-hollow high

The Descent is Easy (2012)

Dark slowly snugs all around you, 

as you look into the Other Heat, 

and watch the ornate swirl and curlicue

of the wicked, 

mesmerized by what the men of God

said to stay away. 

What do saints know anyway? 

Look what the believers do - 

so the opposite is the truth to fools.   

The flames of hell may be played with

and you shall feel no pain. 

At first they soothe the skin, mind tickle. 

You toss the little spark upon your palm, 

as the on-lookers back from you. 

You relish in being a daregod!

How superstitious those who retreat!  

You feel you've been lied to, 

Look! You are jaunty with fire 

- there was nothing to be scared of. 

God and the Other Him are the same, 

or both not real. 

So then you roll in the flames

And it still feels luscious and interesting. 

Demons look like stuffed animals

watching on. 

The men of God, back farther yet 

You smile at them through the 

white, misty smoke-

How old fashioned? Adults scatter at a delusion.  

But then in just the start of a wink 

you are scorched and torqued by raging 

bursts of evil and 

flashing whips made of denial of Light!

Cringe and back-arch pain now! 

oh, you flail-writhing evermore!

How instant, the cool turn to sere. 

In the flicker, the transform 

of the enticing to replete death. 

Then worse, in passage, 

even slamdance of heat 

die away and one is entombed 

in the cold and gone. The All Gone.

And you drift in seeming timelessness

weeping, nigh de-souled.  

But listen to me, listen to me

wherever you are! 

You can hear me! 

God will return to you. 

Angels always swoop. 

There is always a way back, 

and a trajectory out of the doom place. 

God never abandons a soul, 

He cannot violate the Nature. 

He is doused in Love only,
Love only clunged. 

Yes, there is such a thing as forever, 

but there is no forever in hell.

And thus we pray for all such. 

Such as you. 

Autumn or Eternal Lawless (2013)

Autumnal purple-ashen wisps among the moon peeping, peaked-black sky.

The joyous weeping wind, reaping the last heat of a summer just nigh,

Cools itself and rumble-swirls with the company of the breaking world!

Warmth and tree-bits fill it's sweeping void as ocean’s gravel curl-

These leaves, like the manifold scaling-shades of man,

Each year are dumbfounded by the Deity's degringolade plan:

Gadabout grimly through the turning, dry air:

Grumble-crinkle as they spiral to the ground in despair-

And the human souls therein this un-inside-

Watch the transfiguration and likewise their thereins upon nature ride:

And a sadness whelms them as the collapsing parade of another season fade:

Yet, if wise, also evinced by the earth’s ellipse: that by time they are not made:

      For though their flesh fall like Falls,

      The I which sees through the eyes never stalls -

And that they may know.

So all our falls are fallacious, for we were fashioned a forever-flawless:

The dervish sphere may, for law, spin asunder yet we are eternal lawless!

Baptism by Wilted Flower in Sidewalk Crack  (2013)

See this so dry, weak spurt of dingy flora made  

Sprouting-limp through shaded-fissured concrete poorly laid.  

Its ratty-edged spaded slight-dunned blades at base-  

Flaccid sloped shoot, crook’d spray.  

See it arise inglourious to an apex parched,   

And its haggard-yellow petals in half-wilt.

Its drooped-bloom as if cumbered by guilt-

Could God be so poor at His trade?

Here it sits alone, no brothers or sisters of the field-

On this dank block, in this seared-dim summer city that to ugly yield,

That to misery and lorn, that to sorrow and downfall tilt.

Dour I, downward daze, red-dry eyes dwelling on flawed floret.

I scope it sway on the dolorous slate,

and-in-an amber sweet sunlight it shriveled yet.  

It nigh made me weep, for it reminded me of me -

Alone, barren, homely,

hot, trampled nearly by life on-going-

Though still someway, I saw it saw itself as I saw myself:

Far farther than fortune had flung to our souls by its sowing!

But no tis not our fate to be so great - we wrinkled, we forsaken -

oh, are we not?

We grow, I said, we gruesome two, we grow as we rot -

and the world ignores us, scoffs us, cares not if we were not.  

And there I stood, gazing at the thing on the dank block.

But then! My God! By some amazing how - a swift-flip-flop,

foul-fond shift!

You see, askance I squint and say, “What’s this?”

For palpate I, something fetch!

Now, I see a forceful queer delight at the appalled-site beneath my step -

For smeared in this sparsed, withering near-bruised-burning scape-

the wind-blew fresh, and the stem of this little brittled thing freshly sway,  

rocking the flower just a flit from its rest

so that it did itself for a minute in a sort of pretty mini-minuet!

Where before was this? How so rapid the world transformed!

The dead, greened, the rigid suppled, the desiccated, stormed!

The entire world now drenched and cool in an almost fluid beauty and light!

The entire world deluge, the entire world drip-bedraggled, soothed in bright!  

Oh my eyes attained a second sight, saw a set within a set -

All a’sudden this awful weed awe’d and lo! effulged in like waves

anew wholly beautiful and blest!   

The veins and pinnates plumped to ripe!

The shabby by some alchemy wiped!

The mangled was now magnificent, the worst now the best imbued!

The heaved life of living it, now somehow spirit dewed.

And the reign of dull-veiled, ruined existence was, by me, also not kept-

Twas’ traded for beamed beauty in the mere flower’s beingness

My God, my god, how I streaming wept!

In spirit billows of glory came this beauty rolling, rollicking

And by this Spotlessness was I doused-misty and chilled sately

By some presence, sheened in some holy wet

As this crowned grass lost gross to be a delectable, exquisite holy floweret!

I watched and watched for time, by sodden rapture beset:  

And self vanished far into this new-gorgeous, this new-gorgeous, some dam let!

Then I paused pure, majesty rinsed any foul of me and weed, and softly said a revelation:

“The Presence of God replete eternal in each as a tiny everpresent loving droplet,

The morsel is the ocean despite its size and seeming bitty spread!

So ever more, stop and peer at everything dry-dead, and let the dropt raise up from its bed!

For the Lord may random-ripple fresh baptismal pools, out-from-in, in, onto everything everywhere yet!”

To Hold You

To wish to 

Hold you 

as a master

Hold his brush; 

A wind hold 

the unflapped falcon;

Earth hold monument;

Concentration hold thought;

Genius hold vision; 

Unseen hold planets and stars;

The bullet hold death and saving; 

Silence hold conversation and song; 

Volcano hold unborn worlds; 

Philosophy hold doubt; 

Saint hold gnosis.

God’s gaze hold life. 

To hold you as I hold to 

this hope of holding you.

Blasphemy 

I shudder if I...

Imagine the abandoned state

if I forget to pray

to You...

A dearly wasted stay

on earth to disobey

the revealed Truth: 

You become my Bible, you my Qu’ran -

All other thought be banned.

I joyfully submit to this theocracy.

Your Image, my icon and my emblem,

You are my Mecca, my Jerusalem:

To glimpse another face be idolatry.

Your name I recite

when in pain, when in night;

What you desire are my decrees.

For it is my soul that is at stake

There be not a minute to forsake,

Worshipping false Shes.

My cathedral is Your happiness,

Your silence to my prayers, my madness;

My hell, Your single tear.

I am baptized by our unions,

Thy gazes my communions;

You are the source and death of all Fear.

So stay close to me my Lord, 

You are my condemner and my Sword -

With you, I am fragile and invincible.

Thus! Let all the false gods assail me!  

But I shall not fail Thee: 

My Savior, from here to the Invisible.