CHIMES AND VIBRATIONS[[[[[]]]]]]
came from strange places...
IM EITHER BLIND OR SIMPLY CANNOT SEE BECAUSE OF THE ABSENCE OF LIGHT.. I CANNOT MOVE
voices and echoes)))))))))))))))))))))))))
SPEAK TO EACHOTHER IN STRANGE FRIGHTENING TONES..
my ears search for a solace of something familiar...
AND THEN I HEARD THE SCREAMING CRY OF ANOTHER PERSON..
he yelled "please stop!!!!!" and begged for his life..
THE NIGHTMARE REALLY STARTS FOR ME WHEN HE STOPS SCREAMING..
my heart raced and i could hear its familiar beat..
THE VOICES WERE RIGHT OVER ME NOW..
i tried not to breathe or make a sound..
BUT THE MORE I TRIED THE LOUDER THE VOICES WERE..
and then the silence came...
I HEARD STRANGE FOOTSTEPS WALK AWAY..
and then a door of light appeared as three figures walked on out..
I come floating to you Mother, dead on the river, body bullet ridden: this is how God reaps His harvest of faith.
See, those columns that support the sky now, carried once the roof of our temple. The fire burning the pyres now carried oblations to our ideals; But we face a jealous God consuming in wrath.
Here I come, un-wreathed, unsung, wet in the tears of the skies, skin carrying scars of resistance, eyes open to the tyranny of faith.
Clutch my hands, let me feel the love that birthed me, one last time before my Spirit moves onward and beyond to the worlds of light.
When I write here of desire
This specific wanting; the how of now,
I am not talking about the tightrope walk of lust,
That pleasant lower belly pull;
A trembling, tugging need.
My wanting right now is for the soft warm crush
Of your hand in mine as we stroll through autumn halls
Bedecked with fallen leaves, the shedding trees
An audience to the resplendence of our love
Which deepens into the season of sleep
With the same inevitability and beauty
As the crispness of the morning
And the birds that heed the calling
Of promised warmth, in another land,
Another space and time.
landing in mind fields
grow like weeds
Water swaying turmoil
Harvesting our love
holding up shields
wanting to give our souls freely
Tending to wounds
The memoirs of agonizing gullibility
Like razor blades to my brain
You take away the pain
Mere words could not explain.
Laughter holds all meaning
To this love lust never fleeting
Repaired damage thriving surely
Through the plains of time
If you choose the seeds carefully you can reap a rich harvest;
Someone choosing the seeds for you may yield nothing but a barren land
Living off your love and care to create a future unstable
Till you realize that you are left with nothing
But till then it’s too late, as your territory has been breached
Wait till you replenish your emotions, your tears to water the land
Another year will usher a land ready to plant a rich harvest