(Authors note:Dear Reader, in 2013 I got hurt, put on pain meds. Never in a million years did I think...Well it did.
And here's the story)

But how could that be?
Was it the law that caused my doom?
The wrong I don't mean to do, I do anyway,
Though every higher thought
Within me Screams at this outrage....Led to be a monk,
I fell from the top rung,
I'm a martyr in motion,
My own worse dream,
But I got a woman in the other room,
Know what I mean?
She tries to keep me out of Romans 7,
But she only pulls me in deeper,
Between the pills and the drama, It's psychotropic
Hades before your eyes.
Seems I have to have it by 4
Or its a bumpy ride all the
Way home.
It's a whirl-ago,
A real wild ride.
The perfect storm of fate and circumstance.
This Act Of Contrition, I've brought on myself.
Nowhere in Romans 7,
Do you go it alone,
Yet there remains an isolation,
Even in the presence of others,
There's a sense of isolation,
Aloneness,
A shrinking of The Spirit.
Crying out to Him,
I sometimes feel only the coldness of wind,
Then silence.


At the bottom of the stair,
Here at the bottom of the stair,
The shadow casts its pall over sunlight.
And the only shadow I fear
Is the one I create.
Is there anyway out?
None you see from here.
Ah-alas, two 10-325's,
Climbing the dark stairs to the bottom.
Zoom, Zoom- here goes nothing to Nowhere.
Where's God's love in the depth of addiction?
Closer I think, I gather.
But when I get closer,
I seem to let go,
Take another ride down the stairs.
Roman 7 is my name, my horn, My albatross.
I want love yet end up
In the dirt,
Making mud pies in the alley
Instead of sand castles on the shore.
There, another Heineken
To wash it down.
I sift flowers in the gray afternoon,
Sketch my despair in the dust.
How far I've wandered
To find where I am.
As darkness has it's own light
I so have mine,
As the eye adjusts to the darkness,
And I hear the whisper of God through the mist.
And love makes me naked
As ghosts begin singing
A solitary bird rises to the sky.
   Mar 13 2013/Apr 22 20.

Shadow, Shadow upon my door,
What wake you bring of Evermore?
Raven,Raven upon my screen,
What tale of blood you bring?
Flesh, Flesh you curse and rhyme,
What dark clock you chime,?
A graven image,
I do expect,
A word of sorrow,
A thought neglect.
You tear and smear and pull asunder,
O what dark garden do you plunder?
You live of ash and beetle root,
And dry blood speckles Your black suit,
You speak of death and call of ruin,
What harbinger of malice you bring soon,
You're pale moon,
You're bloodless friend,
O what curse you soon descend?
You call a fate, A rusted loom,
And weave this madness I must presume.
I call, I lie, I leave a doubt,
What shall I clamor and shout about?
What tale of folly,
What madness you bring,
Dead hauntings of silent spring.
In dark halls I do beseech,
You mock and scorn and wave and preach,
Of God's loving promise do you breach.
Footfalls, footfalls, of graven ground,
A clanging knock, an awful sound,
A dank body upon the ground,
This mound, this mound
Of mournful dirt,
Your ****** lie, your evil smirk.
You clash and clang,
A mindless cymbal,
You fill dark cups, a ****** thimble.
You prance and wave,
You are so nimble,
You are a bug, an evil symbol
What odor lies, A ****** musk,
It's but a folly, a stab, a ******
You chime the hour,
An Evening Laud,
You are a death mask,
A witch, a fraud.
O shall I haunt and weep amok,
You are a raven, what horror you cluck.
What stately ruin waits for me,
No shining hour, no serendipity.
Shadow Bleeder, killer of dreams,
My throat is closed,
A silent scream.
I shall beseech your waking hour,
And see your scrim,
Your blackened tower.
O how you ply this broken vase,
This weeping lie, this false embrace.
How shall I sleep,
How shall I tire,
This one last night,
This one last hour.?

The insects rise with the night,
Outside, you walk the dog,

A little poodle
That hates your guts.

It snarls and snaps at you
Every chance it gets,

The little ankle biter.

But that's been your lot in life
In life,

Remembering things
From way back when.

The lesser moments
Come back the most,

It's then I embrace
All the moments.

All the moments
Leading me

To the place outside,

Where the insects
Rise with the night,

As symphonies
Smash through my head,

The oboes and cellos
Rise with the insects.

I switch off the music,
Feel the blind silence,

I strip naked,
Night ticks

In the quiet
Of clocks,

Movements of hands,
I breathe,

The end.

It starts again,
This starting over,
This breaths of faces,
This shine of places,
This recollection of second graces
This movement of twilight,
This line of shadow,
This symmatry of streetlights
This movement of sound and silence,
This parable of time and motion,
This moment of birth,
This second passing