"moriah" poems
She's somewhere in the sunlight strong
her tears are in the falling rain
she calls me in the wind's soft song
and with the flowers she comes again.
The loneliness and misery
are silenced by a melody.
She's somewhere and I hear her sing
her words in timeless memory.
Stay the course, light a star,
change the world where ere you are.
Somewhere the night wind carries her
the silver moon beam lights her way
Onterees is her messenger
and every sun and moon her stay
Dark voices from the shadows call
but listen and her voice recall
Moriah, Moriah
Stay the course, light a star,
change the world where ere you are
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 3:37 PM UTC
Many little children wander by
Ogling the window shops’ merchandise
Replaying dreams of Christmas past
Inside their infinite minds
As a glimmer of possibility
Hopes to peek through the July heat
— Moriah J. Chace
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 12:16 AM UTC
I am a walking contradiction. I am two souls in
one body. Twins that never split in the womb,
born with two souls, two separate streams of
thought. Two twisted hearts but only one body,
one face, one voice.
On the surface I am Moriah, everything on the
outside is simple. Moriah is the face who advertises
the product. The Marlboro Man of the tobacco industry.
SHE is the tobacco industry, the evil secret no one can see,
the alter ego.
My actions, reactions, my outer surface does not
correlate to the world in my head. My mind is a
complex, infinite universe all of its own functioning
within this universe we call home. On the inside SHE
is angry, powerful, strong, reckless, primal. SHE doesn't
give a flying ****
On the outside I am sweet, powerless, weak, careful and
I care way too **** much. I am day, SHE is night.
I am a simple smile, a kind hello, the occasional laugh.
SHE is an evil grin, a cold **** you, the frequent thriller.
I take the snide remarks, close my lips and sink away.
On the inside SHE is screaming, ***** and throwing
fists. I am quiet and meek. SHE is loud and in your face.
I am plain.
SHE is vibrant.
Vanilla.
Habenero.
When the sun slips away and the world is asleep that is
when SHE is alive, a creature of the night. SHE calls to
me begging and pleading, "Let me out. I want to play."
SHE teases me and taunts me But I hold her down, shackled,
imprisoned. Locked her up and threw away the key. I must
find that key, I have to let her free.
I am so tired of holding her in, tired of looking for
a part of me I have been vainly searching for in a
broken idea of love. Only SHE can find the pieces
of my past that I left for dead.
Drowning my regret in a vast ocean of medicated
anxiety. Floating through this life with an eerie fog
clouding our withered hearts.
Empty nights spent lying awake. My heart strings
strum a soulful song as my father's faded touch creeps into
my mind. His words cling tightly like a noose around my neck,
suffocating me. The sick, twisted words, "I own you." slither and
hiss into my core. Nights spent with wrists aching for a razor
to open them up and release the heartache I have buried,
spilling regret and unsung apologies out into the world
like wandering spirits.
Only SHE can heal those wounds, replace the pieces of
me that I can't seem to bring myself to face.
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 4:59 PM UTC
Before I could be taken to Mount Moriah
before a ram could be found to replace me
before I was a redeemed first born
the ram was left unsacrificed
the redeemed was lost
and the first born
became the last.
And all the martyrs who were lost before my birth,
are still lost despite it.
I have become a singularity
a new word in an old Darwinian lexicon
an irregular verb
without plural
or future tense
unique in every respect and definition
save all who would follow after
and not be of me
or ever could.
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 6:39 PM UTC
While Abraham was binding Isaac
to Mount Moriah he was interrupted by
a knock at the door.
"Who could this be?" he thought.
"We don't even own a door," he cried.
So he continued binding Isaac to the
altar. Again, a knock that could make
the deaf hear. Abraham had to stop
and look for the door.
He yelled, "Leave me alone, I'm doing
God's work!" and returned to continue
the akedah. And again a knock interrupted
him, and again, and again---Abraham
did not know what to do, whether to laugh
or to cry.
And then he thought: "This will be
the history of my children. When we will
be doing our work or God's work there will
always come a knock at the door to interrupt
us...whether we own a door or not." And
it came to pass that the history of the Jews
is a history of interruptions.
Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 3:37 PM UTC
It is almost summer
and the hot night
seems so quiet
as the wind on the water
lifts the sails on that ship
sailing west like smoke
from the fire I lit
to burn the driftwood
of my dreams and desires
until morning comes like
that sad-eyed Moriah
I've admired from afar.
May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017 at 10:59 AM UTC
Isaac stomps out his cigarette ****
He’s been living down in the suburban desert.
I heard he stopped going to church years ago
And I heard he’s scared to pray with both eyes shut.
A hot night - sixteen and itching with life,
Sixteen and running blind down the mountain
Sixteen with bound up wrists; tied up hands
And the story goes his old man dropped the knife.
And the story goes he put up a hell of a fight.
They’d make a killing on ticket sales alone.
Get that angel to sweat in the stadium lights.
And I heard that Isaac still has scars on his chest,
But we all pay some penance, we all cheat some test.
Jun 25, 2010
Jun 25, 2010 at 8:06 PM UTC
Body in trances subsequently seen in through my own eyes
any other orifice would let in more reasoning settling pain
learning by ear and by feeling the way my own body settles
being the rhythm danced by rain while we shouldn't celebrate
hear is the way my fingers tap in a rhythm from my old brain
weights being lifted off of my stone, from mud washing it clean
wait is that me still thinking in the darkness, or is it myself
either way i am content being the concubine to this Darkness
the way it lets me know , being alone isn't that alone, she is
everywhere. Oh Moriah. how i pray for you every night
that you decide fair judgement for the depths of my own soul
take on this journey embarked with truth held onto you till my grave.
Black
Moriah take me onto and off of oh onto things that i feel in the back
of my coffin, the one another i am stuck in, feeling the worms often
dense and digging we out of this hidden cerebellum under the dirt
stuck till the thawing of hell and then, my cold blood will be able to
live in that heaven, of what i was doing above except on repeat
youre death is just what you make it
Black
est Moriah take no time to learn of my folly and fate
love inside you, my most favorite angel of Death you
wait for no one, my most heavenly pariah of Serpentine
fate for no man, no man most decide it just stumble blindly
Into the gates of hell, if they are still warm and didn't lay long
i laid on the shores of the Acheron, long enough to loose vision
blindly making friends of passerby's, blindly making decisions
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 3:14 PM UTC
when the mind becomes numb
a skull can be dissected to show its cavities
cavities are the orbit of the eyes
an old Indian saying?
I noticed you really just want to annihilate me
not comfort you.
There is a blood meal in me
ready to explode
a tombed implosion
an imprisoned womb.
But it's too late for that
time is personal
and lately, voices.
I fear the indecipherable is now decipherable
I see in Moriah, Jonah, and Tyler, incredible nations
Cree, why didn't you listen to me!
can you taste my saliva?
get over it!
you know
the skull was dissected to show the cavities of the orbit of the suns.
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 6:16 PM UTC
Seventy Weeks have been determined [1], Sixty-nine have been fulfilled
Number seven zero about start, does this make you thrilled?
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Seven years this will last, the time of Jacob’s trouble
The Vengeance of the Lord…turn the world into rubble
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There is a town in Israel, Jerusalems’ the name
In this town there is a place, a place of world fame
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Almighty God has chosen, a place for the Messiah
The center of the world, the place is Mount Moriah
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Construction soon will start, on Temple number three
But the place is wrong. This just cannot be
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I will tell you how I know, it’s written plain as day
A man of old, a holy sage; here’s what he had to say [2]
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Sixty chapters he did write, plus another six
The last chapter read the start, then cross the river Styx
[1] Dan 9:24
[2] Isa 66:1
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 3:53 AM UTC
I was just going out to get an iced coffee and cigarettes but this time I decided not to go to Starbucks as usual, I went to the cool little coffee place in town called Taffys.
I had to park down the street and walk a short ways.
The floor boards groaned under my feet as I walked in.
I was greeted with a hello, and I asked if they had iced coffee.
"Taffys doesn't open until 4, but of course."
I looked at the clock and it was 3.
Oh, I'm sorry! I awkwardly giggled.
"No it's totally cool. If you have the time I can make you one now." Said a pretty blonde, wearing a unique all black outfit.
I said yes, deciding to disregard my nature of being in a hurry.
An older man wearing a hat, with his shirt unbuttoned, exposing a fresh tattoo came around and sat at the counter and introduced himself as Mike and her as Moriah.
The two began to chat with me, excitedly talking about the way they make coffee and had me smell the beans I would be drinking.
They asked me about myself and we talked about tattoos and they told me about how they are musicians and the others that come and play there.
They were the type of people that are just calming and inviting and soon I was sharing a blueberry pastry with them and looking at the boutique she had created.
Moriah went and talked with some people that came in and I asked Mike if he smoked and he said,
"Yeah. Come this way. I want to show you something."
I followed him out the back and we came out onto a cool outside area with places to sit and a wall that had portraits on it.
We sat and smoked cigarettes and talked some more.
He explained to me that he's been divorced and after being snowed in together for four days that he and Moriah began dating.
She came out and had a cigarette too and you could tell he admired her and was just happy with their life together.
The wind was blowing, and it was warm and I felt comfortable.
They kept saying how glad they were that I came in and I smiled and said me too.
It was so unusual but fun to meet people this way.
It felt like I was someone else in a movie and I didn't know how it would end but it was exciting.
But soon enough they had to get back to work and I realized an hour had gone by and I parked in a spot that was supposed to be only 30 minutes so we said good bye and they told me to come back some time.
And I really wanted to. I didn't even want to leave because I knew that this kind of life must be so fun. Musicians who work together in a cool coffee shop that are in love, and meet other musicians all the time.
I walked back to my car smiling and was already thinking about when I could come back and how sometimes you are just in the right place at the right time.
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 1:13 AM UTC
Of such commandments from above
Obedience – a stream of love
Presented with abundant choice
Abraham obeyed God’s voice
A promised child of such a time
A standing test now would remind
The passing time yet would not falter
Offered gifts upon the altar
To Moriah, a land away
The sacrifice yet to obey
A calling forth to bring upon
No sheep or lamb, the chosen son
With all trust not put to fault
An angel brought him to a halt
Abraham followed all his plans
Now untie his feet and hands
Due fulfilment of the test
Your descendants I will bless
Lord’s provision, for the right
Precious always in God’s sight
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 1:20 AM UTC