Beneath horse hair flax a wretched creature stirs,
off the well marched blood stained tracks
beyond the ***** ale soaked house,
The Scarer wakes with field mouse.
The dust of bones that fell in France
was scattered here to bring advance
to farmers field and heavy plough,
The Dead are churned to feed us now.
A soldiers ******* boy who no Mother ever mourns
another blasted Cannon, another Empire Dawn,
his clapper claps to scare the birds
Each clattered beat drowns out his words.
Across these patchwork Jaded Hills
an echo gently whispers still,
of all the voices never heard
Drowned out by time to scare a bird.
Aug 2, 2020
Aug 2, 2020 at 10:29 AM UTC
These shores kissed now by poison lips
that speak of only love,
her mountains green ne’er trod by feet
sent here by God above.
Vexatious tongues rebuild her walls
and drown all those opposed,
that so each silenced thought destroyed
be as a coffin closed.
While men still talk of Nations
and plot with word and deed,
they anoint their aspirations
with blood of those who bleed.
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 5:11 PM UTC
Like outposts of Empire
with synchronised obedience,
instincts are embedded
every command unseen, unheard, but done.
People flee toward and from them
in blind eyed hope,
but they are mere reflections
of remote entangled entities,
engaged and yet repellant.
Giant men shake hands
tectonic plates shift, foundations shake.
Little people reach for each other
and fractures knit together.
Like Kubrick’s femur tossed by apes
our existence evolves and spins,
In time will it fall to dust from where it came?
to lie extinct between two poles.
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 8:09 AM UTC
While Starlings sketch the sky
you my love are gone
they fall and swoop to cloud my eye
and you my love are gone
The pier is thrashed by wave on wave
no pulsing swell will bring you home
unchained from hope yet still a slave
and slave to it alone
A thousand lovers pass me by
unnoticed in the throng
not one of them would e’re know why
I’m lost where I belong
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 10:26 AM UTC
Fiery the Angels fell
We passed in the firmament
Me heaven-bound
They to hell
A shining Saviour welcomed me
His heart beat Golden notes
Wing-ed cherubs trumpeted
Sweet tunes from honeyed throats
I cast my new found eyes
Downward toward the pit
And wondered why my loving God
Would sentence souls to it
But in my chest beat mighty fear
And lightning from his tongue
My soul resides forever here
And all his will be done
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 11:40 AM UTC
As a younger man he had taken the cloth
had sold his humanity to God
had blessed babies and crossed the dying
had given assurances of eternity
and peace to those for trying
He had been a good father
a passable husband
he had wandered to and from his flock
but mostly he had held fast
and built his house upon the rock
He sat in a pool of his own ****
and was manhandled by ungentle hands
forgetting how to pray he cursed those he had led
in communion he forgave them
as they broke his bones for bread
O father my father your father
forgive us what we do
and I will pray to unknown gods
and beg
that they remember you
https://wolfgarwords.com/2018/07/23/vicar-with-dementia-in-a-pool-of-his-own-piss/
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 8:36 PM UTC
And I noticed the folds of the silken wings
had blended with the Oaken bark,
as one they formed natures pillow
both dead, yet comforting to my fractured mind.
Slumbering my memories carried me above the sheltering canopy,
they shook me in my dreaming yet still the lumber held me firm,
it’s rotten boughs forgave my fall
and Angels wings embraced me there.
In the forest of my darker days I lost my soul,
when all that could revive me was the pulsing heart of earth.
I was a knotted life lost in a womb,
yet from that depth of darkness to here I came.
https://wolfgarwords.com/2018/07/22/beyond-the-dark-wood/
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 6:38 PM UTC
Take these eyes that I may not see
the harm that went before,
and take this tongue which silently
withholds the words of war,
yet screams within a fractured mind
where only I can hear,
the terrors that were left behind
so far away but ever near.
Take my hands and wash them clean
of flesh tainted by blood,
that in the night they might un-claw
and grip some peace instead of war,
and please take my heart and fill it full
with all the things I lost,
that somehow might replace in me
all I spent to pay this cost.
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 5:16 AM UTC
From brisance condensed in hatred
ignition came,
like the dormant dust of ages,
from careless words and truth-less history,
it came.
Some unknown, immolated, evaporated, disappeared.
Others reconstituted, pulling limbs and minds together.
Whilst the lost fragmented to darker corners,
into the splintered flash of a moment, screaming for eternity.
Thunder roars silent in their dead ears.
The grey carpet laid randomly where it fell,
its fabric now woven into mine.
I wait for the second wave
to wash me clear,
away from the expanding storm,
to an untouched atoll.
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 5:57 PM UTC