Hereupon the threshold of the night,
We find around our feet, the path alight.
My friends, the hour of change abruptly comes.
Upon the forge the two are made to One.
Keep vigil now, awake! You mustn’t blink.
Desist from finding balance on the brink.
Let go!
The Tavern-Keeper finds you where you roam.
The Way will, oft-returning, lead you home.
The only self which matters will not die,
Yet selfhood, death will show you, was a lie.
So be it!
Whirling as we fall toward the sun,
Within the furnace all returns to One.
The urge in me which calls unto the dawn
Remains to call when all of me is gone.
Alas!
This body is a shackle to my feet
And it will perish ere I am complete.
We stand before the threshold of a Mind.
None can tell you what is found inside.
Whereupon the day of man is done,
Within the darkness only stands the One.
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 3:19 PM UTC
come and see
i’m bruised around the eyes
and hardly fit to stand
been soaking in the brine
just ******* on my hands
i find dollars when i need them
just take a couple more
i killed nothing that wasn’t bleeding
nothing that ain’t still breathing
i’m no killer anymore
let me down
i should have never come
don’t know how i got here
don’t know what i’ve done
i’ve fractured my veneer
i find women when i need them
then i leave them at the door
it’s the hollow i’ve been feeding
the hollow was succeeding
i’m not hollow anymore
spill the dark
show me why i hide
all of them can laugh
most of them are blind
don’t lie on my behalf
i find jesus when i need him
or when he’s too hard to ignore
i’m finished now with bleating
and he is now conceding
i don’t need jesus anymore
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 5:40 PM UTC
a shell of a boy steps
out to greet the chill
seeking to be filled
he sits near a street light
but not too close, see
he goes at night
for the stars
his excuse is the cigar
he reaches for a light
and fills his lungs with tar
a small, filtered conduit
the moment slows and stops
he finds himself withdrawn from it
he doesn’t check his clock
time is a luminous ember
moving toward his finger
he decidedly remembers he
won’t try to make it linger
besides,
it’s long since he believed
he is ought but little more
than the smoke he breathes
a shell of a boy
steps inside
filled with smoke
but filled
nonetheless
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 1:03 AM UTC
We spoke in riddles holes in the middle
“Darkness” we told me darkness will mold me
“Utter darkness” carcases, carcases
(maybe they marked us)
I liked how it glistened I shouldn’t have listened
“Trees, rivers, mountains” we told me return to the fountain
“I need you to focus” the skylark will show us
(the sky is below us)
Suddenly it was quiet see I
“Here you are” we told me saw
“You can’t turn back” a
(just me on the)
I saw a cabin by the water teeter-totter
“It’s time” we told me thought I oughta be
“The circle is complete” plural, complete
(we’re obsolete)
Elevated, euphoric, fearless mutated, sophomoric, peerless
“Let go” we told me let go of me
“You’ll fall forever”
or
we
will
fall
forever
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 4:17 PM UTC
Settle down boy
You’re not that old
You’re running scared
It’s getting cold
You better find someone who cares
You’re caught in a loop
Stuck in your head
Calm down boy
You’re overfed
We sold you out
We set you down
You’re filling up
You’re empty now
Look around
It’s darker here
Purge the hollow
Purge your fear
Temper down boy
You’ve had too much
The bottle’s only
Another crutch
You better nip it in the bud
You’ll end up shooting in the dark again
Breaking your falls on all your friends
You already know where your path ends
Just follow it around another bend
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 6:48 PM UTC
she told me i made her sad
that i had had
too much, too fast
like i was running from the past
or something bad
some iconoclast
who would drag me down
at last
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 3:26 AM UTC
he was looking at something on the other side
sometimes the dark would bleed through the curtains
and bring an unholy whisper from the man himself
he was looking because it was too quiet
and he didn’t want to listen
he longed for silence
he was terrified of silence
like the fear of scarlet
unblinking eyes
shining in the shadows
between him and himself
he didn’t always know who had the bigger gun
who was calling the shots
who was boss
“it’s just me in here”
he’d say to himself
“you’re **** right.”
himself would reply
himself always swore more than he did
himself had a big ******* mouth
sometimes a little fight would break out
and no one would be happy
“who has time for that anyways”
he’d say to himself
“we ******* don’t”
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 7:34 PM UTC
ringing ears
running fast
silver bells
silver bells
broken door
speckled grass
it’s christmas time
in the city
arab spring
stinging air
ring-a-ling
hear them sing
rubber bullets
clotted hair
children laughing
people passing
burning tire
siren blast
and above all this
bustle you’ll hear
steel shell
rebel yell
silver bells
silver bells
silver bells
silver
bells
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 9:24 AM UTC
Oh breach the hide, spill the dark
All the hollow
Sound the pipes, youth will follow
The shepherd’s dog will heed it last
Bleed in through the painted glass
We smote the belfry, fallen hence
Rats or humans came and went
Hark the deafened for their sense
Hades’ children send ye thence
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 12:11 PM UTC
a song for the innocents
living in the trees
swinging from branches
limp as puppets in the breeze
the white rider
a blessing and a simple prayer
give em up to heaven
but first, tie an anchor to their feet
a song for the daughter
listed as a casualty
a bomb while she was sleeping
hit her home and blew her into three
a song for the father
who told them that he wouldn’t leave
he left on a stretcher
with bruises and a bullet in his knee
the white rider
a blessing a simple prayer
he’s looking up to heaven
but you know he’s at the devil’s feet
we're looking up to heaven
but you know we're at the devil's feet
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 9:46 AM UTC