When I am asked to mindfully provide
A work I deem a paragon of Word,
I first relent to he who light denied,
Yet more of Mem’ry’s song than all has heard.
For how can one who fell from Adam’s ****
(Whose sole bequest unto the world was death),
Ascend from Hell, then Hell to Heaven join,
And close such distance with a single breath?
I boldly thus declare before this crowd
That all with ears to hear might be provoked:
No song before his rang had rung so loud,
Nor Muse has since been half as well invoked.
Read for yourself! I rest assured you’ll praise
What does itself itself support and raise.
Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 1:20 AM UTC
In a dream I heard a voice
Come from the very place
That I had long been going to,
Contracting time and space.
When I awoke, to my dismay,
The voice was nowhere near,
With every mile in between
Compounding doubt and fear.
But do I dare myself declare
To mind the heart naive,
Lest I attempt and prove I dreamt
A dream I need not grieve?
If I miss the mark, I can bear the shame -
Love can bear the blame.
So long as wind may fill my sails
Shall I endure the trip
Till I can say I've seen at last
The face that launched my ship.
And should that face eternally
But once in time be seen,
The sight (an end unto itself)
Shall justify the means.
For when at night there is no light,
The moon anew in phase,
Does it entail that it will fail
To cause the tide to raise?
If you're still in doubt, I'll restate my claim:
Love can bear the blame.
A table at the harvest feast
That we are to attend
In honor of our union's set,
Our seat at either end.
But all we reap of what we sow,
Sweet lady, shall become
A heap of dust upon its hour,
And ours has just begun.
Have we our feast at all increased
Should we refrain to sup,
As though to heed to drink our mead
Would overrun our cup?
If by bread alone we ourselves defame,
Love can bear the blame.
I poured out my heart -
Get it thru your brain -
Love can bear the blame.
Oct 15, 2025
Oct 15, 2025 at 9:44 AM UTC
I could be there tomorrow
Where I should be yesterday.
I would get there by tomorrow
If I hit the road today,
But the hive has so much honey,
More each and everyday.
You said you would never hurt me
Until you heard me sing the blues,
And then you went and hurt me
Just to hear me sing the blues.
If the hive has so much honey,
What have you got to lose?
I would every mountain
If it took me all my days,
I would walk thru every valley
Picking flowers all the way,
Till the hive has so much honey
That you’re giving it away.
You be sure the bees are buzzing
Anytime that I’m around,
If for me the bees are buzzing
I’ll be sure, when I’m around,
That the hive has so much honey
The bees won’t make a sound.
I could be there tomorrow
Where I should be yesterday.
I would get there by tomorrow
If I hit the road today,
But the hive has so much honey,
More each and everyday.
Feb 27, 2025
Feb 27, 2025 at 1:19 AM UTC
Although at times two foes are bound for more,
Before their altered state, two banners fly.
Attrition either’s aim, each wages war,
Lest one should rather for the other die.
As only from the final volley’s burst
Shall two in one a single nation form,
So we, entrenched in battle from the first,
Are merely foes who may perhaps transform.
For you, whose sight alone deals lethal force,
From your fortress, strike without reprieve;
Which I lay siege upon without remorse,
Each breath for me, and not for you, I breathe.
The damage done, to you I humbly yield,
Resigning with (and not upon) my shield.
Feb 18, 2025
Feb 18, 2025 at 2:38 AM UTC
I take the stand to make this bold decree:
In you has beauty fully taken form.
Were I created but to witness thee,
The judgement would be made were I unborn.
Yet I would give up all that heaven gave
And take a lesser charge from far below,
To hang among the twelve, if that could save
A peer the jury dared not claim to know.
A single mote of dust may tip the scales,
As every drop disturbs the deepest pool.
But who in lieu of gold with dust regales,
While all who thirst and drink have found renewal?
If you alone are all that this has swayed,
A seraph of an angel has been made.
Feb 12, 2025
Feb 12, 2025 at 2:07 AM UTC
Gloriana, standing still,
Leaning on the windowsill.
Hear my plea, I won’t be long,
Gloriana, hear my song.
Gloriana, in the night
Many seek to reach your light.
Some avow to come from far,
Most will stay who swear they are.
Of each would-be prince-to-come,
Gloriana, I’m the one.
Few arise who walk on air,
Fewer rise that fall from there.
So I kneel to ask that thee,
Gloriana, come to me.
What from heaven how high above
Bids the beast to sing like a dove?
What so near is near as far
As the utmost distant star?
Set my lightless torch aflame,
Let my fortune bear thy name.
Be my shepherd, be my lamb,
Gloriana, take my hand
And with a kiss, let it be shown
All is none till each be known.
Bare your light! Let it shine!
Gloriana, yours for mine.
Jan 31, 2024
Jan 31, 2024 at 1:26 AM UTC
As the bird sings
Moving on the air
With open wings
Neither here nor there
In endless song
As though in step along
With heaven’s rings
As the bird sings
Dec 18, 2023
Dec 18, 2023 at 1:00 AM UTC
Who can say they went their way
And stood before the gate,
Turned back round from whence they came
And said heaven can wait?
Well, look no further, he ye seek
Before you meets this fate
(Whose love, when put in question,
Turned to hell for ease from heaven)
Between the winds,
Between the winds,
Standing in the doorway again,
Condemned to drift
Between the winds.
By the arrow’s nick, diseased
With merciless desire,
Quickly is the wit deceived
And blood drunken with fire.
Forever bound, as though enslaved
To passions long expired,
(Where love ever devours
Lovers lost to will and power)
Between the winds,
Between the winds,
Standing in the doorway again,
Condemned to drift
Between the winds.
O how the black wind blows!
O how the fetters clink!
As wayward souls thus wayward roll
And stare, never to blink,
Most deep into reflections
That they won’t disturb to drink
(As love takes all in loving,
Those beloved absolved from nothing)
Between the winds,
Between the winds,
Standing in the doorway again,
Condemned to drift
Between the winds.
Dec 5, 2023
Dec 5, 2023 at 8:36 PM UTC
The whistle blows, the brakemen call:
All aboard! Come one and all!
Ducking out of the rainstorm,
I boarded the train.
Paralyzed on the platform,
You stuck to the rain.
And so it goes,
The slow at heart.
The first to book the train
Worlds apart.
Then when the whistle blows
And train departs:
The last to show’s
The slow at heart.
With both your eyes along the arrow,
You take your aim and draw back slow
When up from the mire
Comes a serpent that hisses:
If one never fires,
Then one never misses.
And so it goes,
The slow at heart.
The first to set their aim
Past its mark.
Then when the time arrives
To shoot the dart:
The last to throw’s
The slow at heart.
[Horn.]
And so it goes,
The slow at heart.
The first to rack their brains
In the dark.
Then when the light provides
What truth imparts:
The last to know’s
The slow at heart.
Sep 18, 2023
Sep 18, 2023 at 7:23 AM UTC
Come hear me tell my story,
I promise that I won’t detain you long.
The next to last of labors
On my list was stitch them into song.
All that’s left to do
Is a job for two.
One won’t do,
You come too.
Great lengths I’ve gone to get here,
The distance closed between beyond belief.
With equal joy and sorrow, the tears I’ve cried
Have filled the depths of grief.
All that’s left to do
Is a job for two.
One won’t do,
You come too.
I’ve climbed to the top of the mountain
From the depths of the valley below,
Walked from the river’s fountain
To the ocean’s flow.
And further down in dark descent
I searched until my light was spent,
In search of what, I never knew
Till it led me to you.
All that’s left to do
Is a job for two.
One won’t do,
You come too.
Sep 18, 2023
Sep 18, 2023 at 7:16 AM UTC