Monday, November 21, 2011
Sunday, November 13, 2011
deep but dazzling darkness
I glimpsed Eternity the other night
like a ring of pure and endless light,
becalmed, divine insight
and round beneath it Time, in hours, days, years,
empowered by the spheres
like a vast shadow trailed, in which the world
and all her claim were hurled.
There is in God some say
a deep but dazzling darkness
a bottomless well of significance
a velvet death to pride
There stood the King of glory on his throne
the motes of starlight trembled, dimly shone
pure, resounding, infinite tone
their silent song of praise heartfelt response
awestruck by majesty
O for that endless night where I in Him
might rest invisible and dim
like a ring of pure and endless light,
becalmed, divine insight
and round beneath it Time, in hours, days, years,
empowered by the spheres
like a vast shadow trailed, in which the world
and all her claim were hurled.
There is in God some say
a deep but dazzling darkness
a bottomless well of significance
a velvet death to pride
There stood the King of glory on his throne
the motes of starlight trembled, dimly shone
pure, resounding, infinite tone
their silent song of praise heartfelt response
awestruck by majesty
O for that endless night where I in Him
might rest invisible and dim
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Resignation
I'm done.
I'm turning in my badge,
my stethoscope,
my x-ray and hammer,
my paints and paintbrushes,
my dagger,
my dirk,
my running shoes,
my pencils,
my books,
my food,
my water,
my shade
and last of all my warmth.
I resign.
Thank you for promoting my brief stay/employment.
Mercy.
I'm turning in my badge,
my stethoscope,
my x-ray and hammer,
my paints and paintbrushes,
my dagger,
my dirk,
my running shoes,
my pencils,
my books,
my food,
my water,
my shade
and last of all my warmth.
I resign.
Thank you for promoting my brief stay/employment.
Mercy.
Monday, October 31, 2011
Traveling
They said it would be a walk to remember,
the voices in my head.
They were right of course;
They always are.
the voices in my head.
They were right of course;
They always are.
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Thursday, October 6, 2011
death is a handsome fellow - Hercule's lament
I am indestructible
bronze-bruised sinew
varnished pewter fangs.
my tendons slice cheese.
full to the rim with vain gray matter,
saving the world is never hard when you're
bent on self destruction.
I am embarrassed
by their neon stares
will they destroy me with their headlines?
molten gold lacquers my throat.
and makes it hard to speak.
do I dare disturb the universe?
notorious for my strategy and for my flippant hair,
I find no solace in their acid regard.
I am a hero
with no ulterior motive, my pregnant mind
labels and categorizes Samson's strengths
subtracts Delilah's lashes
and multiplies them by ten.
I can name the date and method of my execution.
That's gratitude for you.
bronze-bruised sinew
varnished pewter fangs.
my tendons slice cheese.
full to the rim with vain gray matter,
saving the world is never hard when you're
bent on self destruction.
I am embarrassed
by their neon stares
will they destroy me with their headlines?
molten gold lacquers my throat.
and makes it hard to speak.
do I dare disturb the universe?
notorious for my strategy and for my flippant hair,
I find no solace in their acid regard.
I am a hero
with no ulterior motive, my pregnant mind
labels and categorizes Samson's strengths
subtracts Delilah's lashes
and multiplies them by ten.
I can name the date and method of my execution.
That's gratitude for you.
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Once Upon A December
ON a small
'painted ship
Land recedes in the distance
Farther South
Long since past
Spring has flown to the netherworld
Winter comes and wraps us all
Snow drifts down and the ship is froze
Ice has trapped us in the sea
Winter's come to destroy us all
Lost at sea
No place to go
Hunger gnaws at our bellies
We've come so far
with so far to go
Sun come quickly and spring return
Then the captain dreams a dream
Wild and crazy
an escapist scheme
Creates a nooze and flings it faaaaar
He catches the sun and makes it ours
(to be sung to ^ once upona december)
'painted ship
Land recedes in the distance
Farther South
Long since past
Spring has flown to the netherworld
Winter comes and wraps us all
Snow drifts down and the ship is froze
Ice has trapped us in the sea
Winter's come to destroy us all
Lost at sea
No place to go
Hunger gnaws at our bellies
We've come so far
with so far to go
Sun come quickly and spring return
Then the captain dreams a dream
Wild and crazy
an escapist scheme
Creates a nooze and flings it faaaaar
He catches the sun and makes it ours
(to be sung to ^ once upona december)
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