Eliot
is a surname-turned-given name originating from Medieval England, primarily as a diminutive of the Hebrew name Elijah or Elias ("The Lord is my God")
the silver and the armored plate,
even the dross, all requires
the
minutiae's handiwork
of hands
that never cease to polish,
for good works are oft dented
indeed, indentured,
by myriad and well intentioned
small & tender
ball bearing indentations
for good works lay here,
for all to give take and
free to participate
The Gates of Heaven
are never meant to
be grates,
closed, be locked
numerous disciples
from years past
are knock knocking
asking for admittance
to Fort Reentry
asking why their door key,
does not receive thy forbearance;
and many works of great repute
are now denied
to their very own composers
make haste,
thy dams to repair,
for sanctuary is such
only to all, young & old
when the doors held open
by the teeming masses
many come here for shelter,
the freedom to dare to be artists articulate,
not an inner room
a Sanctum sanctorum*
for the lucky few
who came and stayed
even though the “gateways”
oft were in their face
slammed shuttered
the only rhyme to poetry,
is a four letter key
spelt and spilled:
f r e e
—————
fini
———-
“It is enough; now, O Lord, take away my life,
for I am no better than my ancestors"
Elijah
(1 Kings 19:4).**
* (Latin for "holy of holies") refers to the innermost, most sacred, and private chamber of a temple or sanctuary. It is commonly used to describe a highly private room, a "retreat," or a place where only a few are allowed, such as a personal office or a revered, restricted space.
Apr 12
Apr 12, 2026 at 12:41 AM UTC
Eliot
is a surname-turned-given name originating from Medieval England, primarily as a diminutive of the Hebrew name Elijah or Elias ("The Lord is my God")
the silver and the armored plate,
even the dross, all requires
the
minutiae's handiwork
of hands
that never cease to polish,
for good works are oft dented
indeed, indentured,
by myriad and well intentioned
small & tender
ball bearing indentations
for good works lay here,
for all to give take and
free to participate
The Gates of Heaven
are never meant to
be grates,
closed, be locked
numerous disciples
from years past
are knock knocking
asking for admittance
to Fort Reentry
asking why their door key,
does not receive thy forbearance;
and many works of great repute
are now denied
to their very own composers
make haste,
thy dams to repair,
for sanctuary is such
only to all, young & old
when the doors held open
by the teeming masses
many come here for shelter,
the freedom to dare to be artists articulate,
not an inner room
a Sanctum sanctorum*
for the lucky few
who came and stayed
even though the “gateways”
oft were in their face
slammed shuttered
the only rhyme to poetry,
is a four letter key
spelt and spilled:
f r e e
—————
fini
———-
“It is enough; now, O Lord, take away my life,
for I am no better than my ancestors"
Elijah
(1 Kings 19:4).**
* (Latin for "holy of holies") refers to the innermost, most sacred, and private chamber of a temple or sanctuary. It is commonly used to describe a highly private room, a "retreat," or a place where only a few are allowed, such as a personal office or a revered, restricted space.
**the Prophet Elijah said in a moment of despair:…
Elijah complains before God and goes on about the weariness of his life, the fatigue of the struggle, the temptation to make the final withdrawal. All that remains is to throw in the towel; everything has been useless. He has probably experienced that his prophetic ministry and his efforts to fight against Baalism and against the injustice of the system in Israel have proved to be of little value.
~~1:11am~~
Sun Apr 12
nyc
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