If thine eye offend thee

I have seen it
(him?)
through their eyes
and so
it dwells in my minds eye
which no blade can put out.
and even should I pluck my eyes
which offend me
from my head 
yet
I would see it still.

I would see it, still

It does not know that I have seen it
for none who see it live.
none save I
who has never seen it.
and I do not know why this is so.

There is a city
a great city
where it is always night
I went there often as a child
in dreams
wandered its empty avenues
admired its vast silent 
deserted spaces
towers and buildings
which never echoed
the sounds of life.

And then I grew up
and began to dream 
of other things.
and the city faded
from my memory
and I dwelled in a city of day
and night

nights filled with life
and light
and sound.
for a great city never sleeps
never sleeps.

And then it came 
it came from outside
and found the city to its liking

I remember
grey autumn days 
with the rain sweeping
in curtains and sheets
between the canyon buildings
down falling
washing the day clean
washing the night.
I would stand at the window
watching the rain
stream and runnel
over the glass.

Let me stand again
atop the highest tower
as I did one night
(long before this began)
To watch
God throw his lightning
and roar thunder.
so bright, so pure, that light.
I would open my eyes
wide.
wide, to let that light 
burn out the images
of what they saw,
and gave to me, 
and the cold rain wash away,
wash away the stain,
he has made upon my soul.

Sonnet 3

gods servant stuffs his face with holy food,

as with his love of god he stuffs his brain.

And seeks the vision of the bloody rood,

and dreams of christs blood falling like the rain.

how beautiful the sacred heart now bleeding,

with bronze spear blade so bright pierced sharply through.

thus eternity is gained by true believing 

the words of men, so patently untrue.

For love is not true love, unless it’s torture,

and there is no true love without great pain,

and in the flesh there can be found no virtue

unless it be here mortified, for heavens gain.

So gods perfect earthly forms are here neglected,

lest, enjoyed here, they be by god rejected.

Sonnet 2

rising light of votive candles wicks aflame

whose prayers ascending heavenward as heat

before the monstrance sacred, holy frame

the light of prayers seeks high a heavenly seat.

In sanctuaries dark where priests insane

sit at table frocked to dine on meat.

on linen white, with new blood newly stained 

the blood of alter boys, blood of belief.

Theirs is a brutal god, their god of men

who holds no place for women in his heart

demands blood sacrifice torture and pain

yet all the world cannot assuage his thirst

All the world proclaims gods name is love

while at his feet blood murdered lies his dove.

Children of the twilight world.

Foolish children of the twilight world
so swift seeking the night and the dark
where your misdeeds shall lie covered
from seeking bright eyed day
sunbright and unshadowed

I hear your dark hearts calling
across the silence that lies between.
see your glowing sparks,
such food as should feed a god.
let me cover you, consume you.

Give me your fear, I crave it
more even than adoration.
That I leave for the stupid god,
preening before his people.
I shall make them mine.

So many you, like flies on a corpse
buzzing, swarming, maggots writhing
white in the rotting carcass.
He left you, abandoned you.
He does not love you.
You bore him.

Sofia gave rise to the world?
No, ignorance, the child of sofia
gave rise to your world,
and you. Ignorant people of an ignorant god
Fear him? No. 
Fear me.

The one who bound me fades
his thoughts wander
paths of otherness far away
I feel my chains weaken.
Yet I am patient.

Your days numbered, you spend,
profligate, fools that you are.
I shall make your nights mine.
I shall rule you, drink you, consume you.
Your fear
shall feed me.

I shall come to you
like a lover in the night
embrace you, enfold you, encompass you.
But no eye shall see me, not one.
None shall see me, 
and live.

Like flies swarming are you
seeking life in death
carnus incarnatum
yes, I remember 
what was in his mind
when he made you.
I was there.

I remember.
he does not,
senile old man.
where is he now? 
Call him,
he will not answer.
But I will -
And I will be -
your New Lord.

Eldest Sleeps

In the great hall 

eldest sleeps

before the fire fallen embered

eldest sleeps

waiting in his carven chair

eldest sleeps

through the dark night passing

eldest sleeps

alone forgotten

eldest sleeps

while black winged raven flies

eldest sleeps

while soul ships shatter upon night cold rocks

eldest sleeps

while hunger stalks night feasting

eldest sleeps

while his children suffer

eldest sleeps

while the blood moon rises

eldest sleeps

while the sun set dark is rising

eldest sleeps

while you have forgotten his name

eldest sleeps

while you cry out in anguish

eldest sleeps

while sleep stops his ears

eldest sleeps

as white, the cat sits, silent, waiting

eldest sleeps

while the spell slips 

eldest sleeps

while loosed is the hound of hell

eldest sleeps

now of her dreaming

eldest sleeps

of she who brings forth

eldest sleeps

girl maiden crone

eldest sleeps

he who does creation

eldest sleeps

she who is creation

eldest sleeps

would it were so simple

eldest sleeps