It is all so jarring,
the turbulence,
the waves.
A crashing
oceanic grave
crescendoing
in true operatic form.
The destruction adorned
in a Tempest’s
scorn,
nature fatale.
We all
surrender
to something
beyond
ourselves.
The storm
is now
here
my friends.

the waves rushed about his soul
while i drifted perilously in the deluge
all the while wondering what monsters swam below

how badly i wanted to conquer this mess
this disastrous mess- lightening in his eyes
thunder in his voice

i knew that the blood of the gods
still pumped through his veins,
but i was still a woman adrift
(how the hell did i not drown?)

i longed to calm his tempest,
but i wanted to feel his rage just as bad
this was a crime

i almost always desire the blue seas,
the ones seen in magazines
but instead i found myself
living with a hurricane
who saved me

[Lyrics by Catherine Jarvis]

Windows light up
Rattling sashes
Rain don't stop
It tears & lashes
Thunder sears and
Lightning crashes
Houses up in
Smoke & ashes...

~~~~~~

[Chorus]

Roll on by, storm,
Roll on by!
You won't make me
Weep & sigh!
You will pass me
By & by
I'll wake up
To God's blue sky...

No power of hell
Nor will of Man
No twist or turn
Or slight of hand
No storm or rain
Or lightning slam.
I'll overcome.
I'll understand.

~~~~~~~

The rain won't stop
Won't let me be
But it can't melt
The heart in me!
If you knew
You would agree
I'm an eagle
Don't you see!
I'll rise above
I will not flee
I have got the victory!

[Chorus]

I will watch
& I will wait
Soon the tempest
Will abate
Whether it be
Soon or late
I'll stand in LOVE!
I will not hate!
I will enter
Heaven's gate
To be with Jesus
Is my fate...

I will live with
GOD SO GREAT!


SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Catherine Jarvis
(C) 12/14/2019

It's the disappearance
that excites me
between the pretty petals
blowing,
blowing in the tempest winds.
And when
I feel,
I feel
your warm breath
on my bare skin,
I am not lost,
I am found.

As truthful as truth gets,

we did love each other with the passion

and turmoil of the tempest.

But as truthful as truth gets

we knew one thing:

we don't belong to each other--

we never did.

We were thieves and boy, did we steal.

Our souls conspired to share the penalties of our crime,

and it was all worth it

until judgment came, and we were found guilty.

But as truthful as truth gets,

I regret nothing.

In words
she works
her dangerous tongue
shaping the
desires that were,
are, and yet to ***.

Viper eyes
of Egyptian fire
surge towards me
purging any urge
I have to resist
the demon’s lips
that ache to kiss
my tired flesh
to death.

It has been far too long.
Rain never looming.
My eyes always averted,
hands working out
****** frustration,
but when I face her
I yearn to bend
to her whims.

She commands me
to crawl
and I do.
She demands
that I beg
and I do.
Then she tells me
to devour her flesh
as she devours me
and my tongue
whips viciously
savaging
her moist lips.

Legs parting,
heart thumping,
she demands
all that I am
as a man.
I become hers
and give in
pumping
with a passionate fury.

We howl,
growl,
and nip.

The wet sounds
of desire’s fulfillment
fills the room.
We are consumed
in such a sweet
****** tempest.

Till we part,
only temporarily satisfied
animals waiting to refresh
so, we can feed the lust
again, and again.

The seduction began at the dusk
then progressed as darkness fell
into the blackness, the journey led
with promise made I could not trust

the clouds have clashed against the sun
gray to black, they vow to stay
I seek a shelter against the storm
the rage that circles every day

temptation pledged an escape
dulcet murmurs in my ear
as the strength left my limbs
the voice spoke with honeyed bliss

“I will vanquish this always cycle
the never ending circle spent
in existing, that grind of life
to lay you down in calming arms”

“this retreat will be a void
entreating shade to fill your life
in a realm you’ll find yourself
beyond the pain in the bones”

narcotic call from the shoals
a calming voice in tempest eye
can I trust the siren’s call
when betrayal may occur?

the tempest may welcome me
at the exit of those dreams
forever raging, always there
escape forbidden by the gods

enticement made in bad faith
seduction wooing the battered soul
if only the peace would last
after darkness has had its time.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180107.

I AM THE WEDGE

O blackguard or fellow. Arise!
Nay.
Bridge that light that bridges all.
Nay! Peace…
What peace!
In sleep’s blue rictus, borne naked, supine—I am…roused.
Opine!
I exhort ye:  know thy fine.
Be bold or benign, be ****** or divine.
But know thy fine.
Exhort? Harbinger:  we are One!
Ye are cloven! And these be your bridges:
Worms.
Sss!
Maggots.
Sss!
Bigots, charlatans, sycophants, thieves…
Ignominious leeches all!
Ssssss! Ssssss! Ssssss!
Yes, yes, yes—ye art ethos without sinew,
Eloquence without spine, witting captives of World’s design.
Ye are carnal, mundane:  ye are sane, sane, sane—
Sane beyond redemption, sane beyond profane!
Prithee peep, prostrate. Now behold:  ye are Mine.
O piercer of nights!
I am he.
O dasher of dreams!
I am he.
Truther! Augur!
I am, I am.
I am all ye allege.
Be still!
Nay. I am the wedge.
And ye shall labor and love with accountability!
Ye who menace the frail shall burn.
Sss!
Ye who lie with same shall burn.
Sssss!
Ye thick, arrogant, groping,
Proliferating plumes of flesh…
All conformists shall burn! And burn and burn
And burn afresh. Within thine own World, where Virtue rots—
Miscarried, misnamed, unrealized, unborn—Nay!
Do not cosset possessions, nor flatter the beast!
They are myth, they are illusion. They are soulless.
It is not death…it is soullessness I scorn.
O be caring. O be kind.
That one egg might bind, all sons must bleed.
Womb and grave lie equidistant.
******, madness, sorrow, sickness, are seed.
And I am fecund.
O Life!
Hypocrites.
Ah Love!
Hypocrites!
Peace! Peace!
Hypocrites all! Blind as cadavers are ye,
Running in lockstep, sniffing thy self-serving,
Snuffling peers’ rears; disdaining the night,
Succumbing to light. And I? I?
I am Neutral. I am Gray.
Then name thy vein.
I am he who severs One; soldier’s specter, specter’s son.
Of faith and compassion mine fibers art wrung.
Ye living die a thousand deaths, yet remain in arrears.
Let thy live corpses lie a low while longer.
Sweet coma, black drug—
Beware thy Pale Master’s tongue!
Blasphemer! Vigilante!
Vengeance is poetry. Vigilance is mine.
I am he who doth sunder, to center from edge.
Thou art…Comeuppance!
I am the wedge.
And this blade ye ride be thine own design!
O Sunlight save us!
Save? To cling to the light, heaping woe upon woe,
Forever hurtling downward, smashed outright, yet still crawling?
Broken beggars bleeding, drowning heartless, gutless…
To, on dying’s cue, lift thy shattered fingers in brine
And be born anew?
Assassin, then!
Thy logic is *******. Have the greatness to be mute,
Suffering seaward, to that brave expanse where all salts art borne.
But we—
Unwitting? Never be!
The same tide shall return for ye:
Aweigh, forlorn, into the ravening
Tempest torn; a million billion testaments—
Defrauder!
Am I? Consider the beast:  electric pastors preaching,
Merchants plump, in line, beseeching.
Still ye puppets slumber, too rife to number,
Too fay to vie; strutting for thy hollow “Maker’s” eye.
Whirling, jumping, twirling, pumping;
******* random shapes and shadows,
Prancing in tandem, dancing solely to die.
Nay. I am the wedge, both hawk and dove;
Neither This nor That, neither Either nor Each.
Descending, I rise, thy facade to breach,
Mine soul well-bled of light’s lovely lies.
To the vortex, then! From one whose essence
Waives assimilation.
No grace! No peace shall ye posers reap!
Lash thine ears, thine eyes—Run, lemmings! Leap!
Preen thy prettified husks, let Inspiration go!
Or rip out thy roots and…Grow!
Sacrilege! Make public thy shame!
Shame? Shame? Ah…Ash, conceive us!
Brief spirit cede, sweet Flame relieve us,
Sunlight leave us lie.
May ye ****** and ye wicked
Fall to thy knees and cry.
Through gates of naught I lead ye,
Bleak day, bright night, precede ye.
Butcher!
There is black! And there is white!
Between extremes lies only gray.
Nay!
Said stain bleeds left and right:  less black, less white,
On that stage too deep to fathom,
One dapple distant, one ripple wide.
Outrageous!
’Twixt solace and horror,’tween torment and balm,
There ye will find me, in rages of calm.
The wise man hath his discipline, the lunatic his ledge.
And I? I am he who doth sever, I am he who doth cleave.
I am the wedge.




(Sorry about the missing italics and indents. I don't run this site.)

Copyright 2019
contact Ron Sanders at:

ronsandersartofprose(at)yahoo(dot)com

I wonder how it must feel
To be left and forgotten
To have a heart turn to steel
Amidst a tempest so rotten

A storm of emotions unbidden
Of fear grown bloated, grown sick
Of a soul quite silent, quite hidden
This fire raging, dying so quick

To be snuffed out, this passionate flame
Let it die, let it break,
Let it twist and turn in shame
All attempts so fake.

All tries, all hopes, crushed and forlorn
An idea given up, given nothing, yet was born
Embraced with cold, embraced with apathy
Gifted of false sympathy

Nature's fury, nature's fire,
Feel her wrath as she shows her ire,
Be it tempest or be it gale,
Hear her cry as the winds they wail.

Earthquake, hurricane or fiery volcano,
Death and destruction wherever they go,
Tsunamis lurk 'neath seven seas,
Bringing the mightiest to their knees.

This Earth we share, there is but one,
She shall live on long after we're gone,
To her we are a mere parasite,
Nothing compared to her fire and might.

The time of man, is now at hand,
As we **** and pillage cross every land,
The end of days is our recourse,
As nature responds, without remorse.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

I sat upon the shores of heartache,
and knew in one glorious moment
what i had to do next.

Reigning sulfur and fire,
brimstone and all the terrible things,
I rode among thieves and frail ******,
those that would soon hang in the gallows,
and took them under my wing as sunlight would save them,
So I drug us all into the hell below.

As all infinite pain and dismay do hang themselves on these walls,
a beautiful melody beings to play in the distance,
THREE children walk slowly towards a glimmer,
life in their hearts getting brighter as night approaches,
so that they might take upon them the dreams of the ******.

We arrive,
thunderous and warranted as all justice is inevitable,
thick smoke and desperate tempest flow from our fingertips,
and we shall know no defiance dense enough to deter our wrath,
so many bodies fall and lie silent forever.

Until we reached their playground,
the terrible fear of absolute salvation,
and redemption of our eternal souls did our slaying so stutter,
such abject terror inflicted upon such abject terror.
We had to stop.  

Hope,
Kindness,
Honesty.

Their names shot through the dark,
swept my companions away and bled them dry,
hung them by their necks as all justice is inevitable,
killed them and placed them at my feet,
A sacrifice to save a the heart of a soul intangible.

I cried. God how I cried. Until life poured out of me and fell upon those carcass and burned them away. Until the sky cried for me as a family cried the day their beloved died.

I felt beauty again,
in every pore and it filled every empty crevasse until was full,
again and again the names rang through my head,
until all i could hear was the warmth of reasonable thought,
and memories of blood and terror fading away.

Content to live in the moonlight
Accepting the offering as it comes along
Feeling our way through the dark of night
Spilling our thoughts out over the page
We render the fat to make a candle
And drift though the eyes of its flickering glow
The measures we take and
The memories we make
Are caught in the fire of divine escape
There is no thought of getting it wrong
It’s all about the time that it takes
To get it right and carry on
Time is the tempest but
Life is our song

Pen and Ink, which was your sword
to keep the Demons held at bay.
I remember how you calmed the Tempest
When King was murdered and hate held sway.
Wisdom borne of suffering then
You knew first hand of what I speak:
Of pain that drips, drop by drop
Upon our hearts while we yet sleep.
Then, barely two months afterward,
When your brother’s legacy seemed in your grasp,
An assassin’s bullets pierced your brain
And your night of Triumph became your last.

(A Psalm of Grievance: the cry for relief.)

My trials are many and heavy,
Seemingly never to end.

Will the tempest toss
And breakers rage forevermore,
As one by one the waves come
Crashing o'er the shore?

The tide-swell is ominous,
The howling winds blow.
And lurking beneath the surface
Is a subtle undertow.

But God’s voice, all-powerful,
Creates a calm in me
As his Spirit 'pon the waters
Stills the raging sea.

Blue and Grey
The ocean and sky
The saddest display
Of life passing by

All secrets kept
Deep down within
All dreams of hope swept
Away with the wind

To ceaseless tides flow
All pain I bequeath
Yet seldom I show
The monsters beneath

In the wake I confide
My cold-blooded chill
Like a nimbus I’ve cried
As I let my guts spill

Darkness at heart
Lonely shore sorrow
A black abyss art
A tempest tomorrow

Drowned in this thinking
Storm clouds have shrouded
Further I'm sinking
To depths I once doubted

Adrift in lost love
As horizons beseech
The heavens above
Always just out of reach

It could be Melville
or De Mille, but it's
more likely to be
Shelbyville
and then what if
I could be an extra in
South Park
brought in to ****
Kenny
he never has any
luck.

I wish it was Marineville
where Troy Tempest does
his best
to
not fall in love with Marina
why is he acting like
Troy McClure
when
she's a knockout?
I've seen her.

I knew all those names that
ran at twenty eight frames
and the ones that came later.

I know nothing now
and that's how
it goes.

Out of conversation
Stirring moral gumbo
Squint red-tinted as if
Looking through a glass of chagrinadine
In a surely tempest
Grassed at impasse

Mute in the mind's eye
Sifting through hindsight
Every find was a light
That's already burnt out

And once silence is broken
And patience kneels for me to climb up
I pay tribute to the sunrise
The perpetual ripening
Among the sticky-sweet decay

Ask not what your country can do for you,
ask yourself:
Do you feel lucky, punk? Huh, do yuh?

I have a dream that one day,
on the red hills of Georgia,
little black boys and black girls will join hands
with little white boys and white girls
and...What we have here is failure to communicate..

...black lives matter ...like a thief in the night ...
We shall fight them on the beaches, we shall fight them on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender...

Four score and seven years ago
our forefathers brought forth upon this continent
a new nation, conceived in liberty
and dedicated to the proposition that...
...you can't handle the truth  ! ...

The only thing we have to fear...
is one small step for man,
one giant leap for...
weapons of mass destruction.

We hold these truths to be self-evident,
all men are created...
to...  say it. I said, 'I’ve been sayin’ that **** for years.' They deserved to die, and I hope they burn in hell.

In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth.
Then He said...
I’ll be back.

Thou shalt not...
tear down this wall.
We do these things not because they are easy
but because...
your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my ... eye for an eye only ends up making the whole world blind."
frankly, my dear, I don’t give a ****.

One nation, under God, indivisible,
with liberty and justice for...
an offer they can't refuse.

Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall
(and ) say hello to my little friend.

We the people, in order to form a more perfect union...
the streets shall flow with the blood of the non-believers.

That is weird, wild stuff, I did not know that...
I think, therefore...
I see dead people...
Houston, we have...
(to) throw the baby out with the bath water..

Life, liberty, and the pursuit of...
A house divided against itself...
With great power comes...
the angel of the Lord, and lo, He said unto them...
Give me liberty, or give me...
Government of the people, by the people, for the people...

To be or not to be...
You talking to me?
You talkin' to me?
Am I funny to you?
Am I a clown to you, do I amuse you...
Don’t count your chickens before they hatch...

I, am your father...

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...

come and play, everything's  A okay,
we're on our way to where the air is...

A day that shall live in infamy...

"Why so serious?"
I know you are, but what am I?
In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth...
but in the end,
nobody puts Baby in a corner...

**** the torpedoes, full speed ahead!
Give me liberty, or give me...
more cowbell !

Thou shalt not...
live long and prosper!
Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere...
there's no place like home.

I’ll have what she’s having.
Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely...
I am the way, the truth, and the life.
If you want something done right...
speak softly and carry a big stick..

the black
and white
hill billy
cow jumped
over the
moon.

and not
for a
moment
did it
cause us
pause.

to raise
our heads
from our
tempest
bed.

or misplace
one deep
kiss
or sigh
of deep
satisfaction.

we have
always
flowed
with grace
and devotion
to one
another.

committed to
the other
like sand
to shore,

stars to
the blackest
spaces of
this
velvet
night.

life to
death
in your
arms

forever

go I.

in jubilance

and celebration.

of you...

I have this need this desire this certain
walk along the park mentality
where  words fall from trees
the meanings from small animals
the sense , that creativity
art, if you will,
comes just from trying,
or walking along a riverbank in the beckoning
of a spring shower
or a thunderstorm
threatening to strike
all down with a whirlwind  tempest,
almost , but, words and loci
are much calmer, the aforementioned was but
feelings, I consider
every feeling , call it in,
consider it as reasonable
a second or two,
then reign the unmentionable into words,
strike the pose
as Poseidon,
blow wind  words  into the sails
of Genesis, into the breeze of
the mountains,
smoting verb snow covered every
mountaintop
the very verb filled valley
with uniqueness,
because,
I can.

he brings the storms
his heart is a battlefield of highs and lows
bipolar skies
filled with clouds that shift from sunshine to tempest

and i, i am his mirror
an echo of his broken soul
a child of that storm
torn between the calm and the chaos

we are bound by our blood
by the same fire that roars in our veins
but we are split by the chasm of his silence
his departure is a bridge
burnt by the flames of his own war

in my darkest times, i see him
in my reflection, and in my shadow
and it leaves me wondering
am i chasing the ghost of a man who never learned to stay?

our connection is a wound, scarred deep
where love and pain intertwine
where his legacy is my inheritance
an heirloom of torture
a story that will never come to fruition
and a relationship torn to pieces

Oh my Love!
I know we are damaged and broken
with the razor slashes of life
scaring our hearts.
I am not the first lover
you kissed with molten passion.
You are not the first woman
to whom I uttered a heart full
of always and forever’s.
Love came to us from the shadows
unnoticed and unexpected.
when neither of us
was looking it took us both.
We thought love had called before
and left us to find others,
that our time of love was past.
But this miracle of revelation
this joy of the soul
is how we will heal.
The open wounds
of loss will be soothed
by our passions.
we will press new joys between us
like orchids in a book.
The scars of loss will fade in our eyes
and we shall never see them again.
I know you are still afraid to show
me your deepest scars..
But know this my love.
when you lie with me
broken and damaged
from a thousand cuts of past  sorrow.
I see only the most beautiful thing
my eyes have ever cast upon.
Konw this.
I will love you
when you are
a becalmed ocean.
Or when you are
the cresting waves
of a tempest fury.

Footprints on the beach,
Picking up stories like shells for our collection
Every step we move forward is to leave behind something,
But what do we leave?
People?
Places?
Memories?
The old me?

Droplets in the ocean
Trying to change the way the tide is moving,
To become the tempest, I have to leave the stream,
But what changes?
People?
Places?
Temporary things?
The new me?

The sun sets on the mountains,
Taking away the warmth of day,
I find myself believing in wishes on stars,
And what will happen?
People?
Places?
Dreams?
The future me?

Take what we need while there's time
The city will be up in a short while
If I'm not mistaken it's catching flames
Let us run and escape back to the beach side

The city is burning and the ocean is turning
All the light that you possess scattered by lakes and sea
Guiding as we dance and sway in the tattered remnants of our destroyed moonlit eve

You are my lighthouse, the sea mark
The tempest of apocalypse has created this tide
I'm always pulled to the black silver ocean
Where these currents and the heavens collide
You're so unpredictable and I'm this solid brick who's unwilling to stray
We're in this solid state where the currents can't seem to carry us away
I'm the navigator who never could seem to lead
You're the ship who was always too proud to ever sink