Four now stand upon the bridge
beneath the sky of umber
starless, moonless, cloudless
the thin wind which never stops
whistling about the piers and balusters
the rails and stones
the spire of the cathedral visible this time
sometimes it is not
The Seer, The Priest
The Eagle, The Dove
they would doubt the reality of their being
but for the grit of the railing beneath their hands
the feeling on their fingers and palms
like sandpaper
the sound of the grit beneath their feet
when they move
the cold wind caressing their faces
like the fingers of death
The Great Machine hammers away
far beneath The City
forging link by link
the great chain of darkness
they can hear the hammer falls in the air
they can feel the hammer falls in their feet
while in other chambers
lit by the glow of decay
sometimes green
sometimes blue
work the locksmiths
who bind the soul to the flesh
with keys whose wards are intricately cut
in forms fantastical
the lyric of death
The Seer (whose eyes are the eyes of man) sees the Face of the one who is coming
The Dove (who has not eyes but embers glowing) sees that which the Dark One sees
The Eagle (whose eyes are gold refined) sees that which lies hidden in the distance
The Priest, (whose eyes are filled with fire) burning sees through all deception
Thought and Memory circle above
riding the currents
of the cold brown wind
Monday, March 2, 2015
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Saul hated cats.
Saul hated cats, let the record show,
especially cats who were white as snow.
Saul was a small man, as his name states,
a man of petty thoughts, and also petty hates.
Saul heard a voice in the desert one day
as towards Damascus he made his way
to arrest some Jews, even though he had no warrant,
nor authority, nor leave, nor reason; so abhorrent
he found the Yeshuah movement that he would
lay them by the heels before the court if but he could!
"Oh Saul" he heard a voice -
he later thought it might be god -
"Why persecutest thou me?"
followed by a flash of blinding light
(which his fellow travelers saw and heard,
or perhaps did not, depending)
which laid him out cold
turning daytime into night,
his consciousness descending
into the void.
again, which may,
or may not,
have been observed
by all the others with him.
(depending on the story)
see acts or see epistles,
"let us generate confusion"
thought the authors
who wrote later,
neither omniscient
nor omnipresent.
(but then, who is?)
Reconstructed dialog
in the finest Roman fashion,
based on what they thought
he might have said
lying on his back
in that position.
Sigh....
Saul lay blind and deaf,
for three days? So they say.
perhaps more, or perhaps less,
what's it matter anyway?
And when he woke,
he then and there informed
all those who were about him
that Saul was henceforth
to be known as Paul!
And my lord were they astounded!
Remember how old yhwh drove Josiah into madness
that whispering voice that talks and talks and talks till one with gladness
would do anything the voice commands for just one moment of silence
even transmute the ideas of a lord of peace into a religion of violence.
Aeon after aeon the pleroma and sofia
wandered through the trackless desert
beneath a heaven starless
seeking to undo
(without Eldest knowing)
unreap an evil harvest,
undo an evil sowing.
Saul, he was a small man.
especially cats who were white as snow.
Saul was a small man, as his name states,
a man of petty thoughts, and also petty hates.
Saul heard a voice in the desert one day
as towards Damascus he made his way
to arrest some Jews, even though he had no warrant,
nor authority, nor leave, nor reason; so abhorrent
he found the Yeshuah movement that he would
lay them by the heels before the court if but he could!
"Oh Saul" he heard a voice -
he later thought it might be god -
"Why persecutest thou me?"
followed by a flash of blinding light
(which his fellow travelers saw and heard,
or perhaps did not, depending)
which laid him out cold
turning daytime into night,
his consciousness descending
into the void.
again, which may,
or may not,
have been observed
by all the others with him.
(depending on the story)
see acts or see epistles,
"let us generate confusion"
thought the authors
who wrote later,
neither omniscient
nor omnipresent.
(but then, who is?)
Reconstructed dialog
in the finest Roman fashion,
based on what they thought
he might have said
lying on his back
in that position.
Sigh....
Saul lay blind and deaf,
for three days? So they say.
perhaps more, or perhaps less,
what's it matter anyway?
And when he woke,
he then and there informed
all those who were about him
that Saul was henceforth
to be known as Paul!
And my lord were they astounded!
Remember how old yhwh drove Josiah into madness
that whispering voice that talks and talks and talks till one with gladness
would do anything the voice commands for just one moment of silence
even transmute the ideas of a lord of peace into a religion of violence.
Aeon after aeon the pleroma and sofia
wandered through the trackless desert
beneath a heaven starless
seeking to undo
(without Eldest knowing)
unreap an evil harvest,
undo an evil sowing.
Saul, he was a small man.
Friday, February 20, 2015
Humbaba
Humbaba,
he whose face is made
of entrails
lord of death
father of decay
who dwells within
the forest of the hills
beyond the rivers
above the plain
who feasted on the bodies
of the drowned
when the rivers
driven mad by the god
of water and thunder
wind and rain
the waters above
and the waters below
known to some as Enlil
and to others
by other names
overflowed their banks
drowned across the fields
dissolved the mud brick
houses of men
as if they were honey
in boiling water
swept before them
rafted bodies
in great piles
to rot under the sun
when the land dried
and the rivers
returned to their courses
as if nothing whatsoever
had happened
leaving only
piles of bones.
the ravens,
crows,
vultures
a festal day
the stench of sacrifice
rising to the heavens
Ut napishtim
Atra-hasis
who rode out the storm
warned by wise Enki
was granted immortality
whether in reward
or punishment
is hard to say.
There are many gods
some petty
some noble
some savage
like men
for men made the gods
in their image
as below
so above.
* * *
Don't look like nobody's home.
Door's unlocked.
Huh. That ain't good. Wonder if someone beat us here.
Phaugh! What is that smell!
Somethin very very dead. (pause) Ya can tie your handkerchief over yer nose an breath through yer mouth... but I never found it helps much. S'th reason most of th old school boys smoked cheap cigars. Nothin like a greasy 10 cent dago cheroot ta cover up the smell of a ripe one. (pause) you ain't gonna hurl on me are ya? You don't look so good.
No. I wouldn't want to contaminate a crime scene.
Yah, well, you sure as hell wouldn't be the first one ta do it...
Maybe I will take up smoking.
Good idea. Ya change yer mind, getcher ass outside or you'll never hear th' end of it.
Lights?
Lessee... nope, nothin, burned out, or powers off. Owes ConEd some money maybe.
Maybe.
he whose face is made
of entrails
lord of death
father of decay
who dwells within
the forest of the hills
beyond the rivers
above the plain
who feasted on the bodies
of the drowned
when the rivers
driven mad by the god
of water and thunder
wind and rain
the waters above
and the waters below
known to some as Enlil
and to others
by other names
overflowed their banks
drowned across the fields
dissolved the mud brick
houses of men
as if they were honey
in boiling water
swept before them
rafted bodies
in great piles
to rot under the sun
when the land dried
and the rivers
returned to their courses
as if nothing whatsoever
had happened
leaving only
piles of bones.
the ravens,
crows,
vultures
a festal day
the stench of sacrifice
rising to the heavens
Ut napishtim
Atra-hasis
who rode out the storm
warned by wise Enki
was granted immortality
whether in reward
or punishment
is hard to say.
There are many gods
some petty
some noble
some savage
like men
for men made the gods
in their image
as below
so above.
* * *
Don't look like nobody's home.
Door's unlocked.
Huh. That ain't good. Wonder if someone beat us here.
Phaugh! What is that smell!
Somethin very very dead. (pause) Ya can tie your handkerchief over yer nose an breath through yer mouth... but I never found it helps much. S'th reason most of th old school boys smoked cheap cigars. Nothin like a greasy 10 cent dago cheroot ta cover up the smell of a ripe one. (pause) you ain't gonna hurl on me are ya? You don't look so good.
No. I wouldn't want to contaminate a crime scene.
Yah, well, you sure as hell wouldn't be the first one ta do it...
Maybe I will take up smoking.
Good idea. Ya change yer mind, getcher ass outside or you'll never hear th' end of it.
Lights?
Lessee... nope, nothin, burned out, or powers off. Owes ConEd some money maybe.
Maybe.
Police tape
- Whatta we got?
red bricked vertical the alleys mouth,
upon the point where She awaited,
stands now there a Knight .
yellow gold the pennant stretches
wind animate, the barrier gate.
- We got one young female, maybe early twenties, deceased.
One male, looks around thirty, ID says thirty two. He's still breathin, but he's out cold.
The EMT's are working on him.
- No ID on the female?
- Nah. Haven't found nothin. Nothin in her pockets, and no purse found.
- Look like a sexual assault?
- Nah. They both got all their cloths on. Shit, his fly is still zipped.
- Robbery? Drug deal gone south.
- Nah. No bullet holes we can see, no casings. No reports a gunshots.
That don't mean shit tho.
I ain't seen nothin like it before.
How long you been on the Force?
Fifteen years.
Fifteen years... Shit. Yeah that's right... yeah, I know you, ah...
And you never seen anything like it before?
Shit.
So how bad is it? Lots'a pieces or what?
Nah, it's not, it's not like that. That's not it.
Set on fire? Burned? Shit, I hate it when they're burned.
Nah, can't be burned, it'd smell, I'd smell it.
Can't have been dead long, that'd smell too.
No, nah, it's not like... ya gotta see for yourself
Thursday, February 19, 2015
Then came there two men of law
Then came there two men of law
upright men, men of honor
who through a glass darkly
who through a glass darkly
see what lies before them.
The elder wears world weary
the mask of one slow of thought
behind which blade sharp
his cutting mind watches
collects truths contained in lies
pieces fact from falsehood
from shattered shards and slivers
the trummern of frangible truths
descended though he knows it not
from the seventh son of a seventh son
of an emigrant from
The Isle of the Wise
Which lay unmapped of man
in a cold northern sea
where men and women wise
studied the paths of thought
The elder wears world weary
the mask of one slow of thought
behind which blade sharp
his cutting mind watches
collects truths contained in lies
pieces fact from falsehood
from shattered shards and slivers
the trummern of frangible truths
descended though he knows it not
from the seventh son of a seventh son
of an emigrant from
The Isle of the Wise
Which lay unmapped of man
in a cold northern sea
where men and women wise
studied the paths of thought
Commanded as though by god
who speaking whispers their ear
disembodied his voice through
the air flying, fast as light
Calls, commands the time and place
where sun's light, warm shafted beams
fall upon forms one cold one still
deaths darkness brought to light
Nights concealing dark uncovering
shadows edge withdrawing slowly
the world spins the truths point
into the fragmented sight of men
The business of death the living
here undertake in documents
forms official, reports and writings
voices recording on chips of stone
The younger see with eyes
unjaundiced the framing form
of the corpses dis-eyed
before the rising light of day
can find them living
youth impatient fierce uncertain
where is the thread
to bind together
these shattered lives in pieces lying
cryptic on the ground before him
wonders when the wanderer
will show or if he has already
who speaking whispers their ear
disembodied his voice through
the air flying, fast as light
Calls, commands the time and place
where sun's light, warm shafted beams
fall upon forms one cold one still
deaths darkness brought to light
Nights concealing dark uncovering
shadows edge withdrawing slowly
the world spins the truths point
into the fragmented sight of men
The business of death the living
here undertake in documents
forms official, reports and writings
voices recording on chips of stone
The younger see with eyes
unjaundiced the framing form
of the corpses dis-eyed
before the rising light of day
can find them living
youth impatient fierce uncertain
where is the thread
to bind together
these shattered lives in pieces lying
cryptic on the ground before him
wonders when the wanderer
will show or if he has already
let the number sightless
in code A=A+1
increment go sub
where the file is not found
spy white the cat
who sits silent waiting
calling the other from
the city of dark shadows
from the bridge the city spanning
beneath the umber changeless sky
where they speak
the two who watch
called to the place of deaths dark dealing
where weights the corpse
by gravity pulled downward
into earths ancient arms enfolding
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Saturday, February 14, 2015
Sonnet 9
their candles burn, their lights, their wicks aflame
uphold the world from end to end with light,
eternal being of eternal name
illuming fire against consuming night.
the righteous gainst nights dragon hold the gate
whose all consuming dark seeks to destroy
the strength of love against the power of hate
that pleasure in pain trump not the pain in joy.
the ten who burn forever as the righteous
though they gutter in the wind which moves the sea
cannot by the evil be extinguished
before they find the twelve to set them free.
must time begin to set it all in motion
so wind move waves upon nights endless ocean.
uphold the world from end to end with light,
eternal being of eternal name
illuming fire against consuming night.
the righteous gainst nights dragon hold the gate
whose all consuming dark seeks to destroy
the strength of love against the power of hate
that pleasure in pain trump not the pain in joy.
the ten who burn forever as the righteous
though they gutter in the wind which moves the sea
cannot by the evil be extinguished
before they find the twelve to set them free.
must time begin to set it all in motion
so wind move waves upon nights endless ocean.
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
Obliquity
Now without the hall wherein is Eldest sleeping
Shield walled safe with sharpened weapons waiting
there stand still three figures silent watching
hot embers into nights black barrow climbing
as great golden bees sweet evenings honey hunting
through the night sky dark wherein the bright stars flower
children of Sofia who strives against the darkness
children of Sofia who strives against the darkness
Mantles the She eagle golden eyed sharp talon footed
human footed now in human semblance seeming
fierce the woman tall with a warriors bearing
keeper of the secret that the seekers seeking
who now beside her stand her close company keeping
the seer and the priest who seek that beyond seeing
she cries aloud to thought and to memory fleeting
who sit upon the throne above where Eldest sleeping
dreams a dream of darkness an eternal night unending
the ruined city cold and broken beyond mending
spanned now side to side by hewn stone bridge cold burning
as the swords of heroes beneath the mountain snow
The many oared longship that in the dream sea foundered
lies now before the sealed gate of the great hall waiting
that ship which bore a soul death upon the nightmare current
lies shattered on the ground beneath the climbing embers
which cast their light like wingbeats warm on a still form lying
upon a catafalque of many forms engraven
in oaken knots entwined no beginning nor no ending
unbroken both the bearer and the bearers bearing
the three stand watching there her still form silent lying
winged darker than the starless night Thought and Memory flying
through the open smoking eye above the fire burning
night air warmed by nights fire by night wings moves upon her
ember bees descending soft now brighten sockets empty
eyeless eyes awaken no longer soul death lidded
and
she
breathes
as the swords of heroes beneath the mountain snow
The many oared longship that in the dream sea foundered
lies now before the sealed gate of the great hall waiting
that ship which bore a soul death upon the nightmare current
lies shattered on the ground beneath the climbing embers
which cast their light like wingbeats warm on a still form lying
upon a catafalque of many forms engraven
in oaken knots entwined no beginning nor no ending
unbroken both the bearer and the bearers bearing
the three stand watching there her still form silent lying
winged darker than the starless night Thought and Memory flying
through the open smoking eye above the fire burning
night air warmed by nights fire by night wings moves upon her
ember bees descending soft now brighten sockets empty
eyeless eyes awaken no longer soul death lidded
and
she
breathes
Friday, January 30, 2015
Sofia Wakes
Desire
Want
Lack
Hunger
Fill the basin
The basin remains empty
Fill the basin again
There's a hole in the bucket dear Liza dear Liza
There's a hole in the bucket dear Liza
a hole
The well has run dry
yes?
why do you continue to try to draw water
Draw water
Draw water
To draw, pull, attract, entice, enthrall
"There's a hole in my roof where the rain comes in"
Enthrall
Enchant
Entice
Enable
Enfold
Encircle
Encumber
Encase
Enchain
Enthrone
Ensure
Ensure the city remains empty
yet the house remains full
There is an empty room
within the temple
the holy of holies
see? the poles of the ark
extend through the curtain
to this day.
Without the fires burn
within is darkness
yhwh likes the dark
"Darkness was cheap and Scrooge liked it."
the empty
the dry well
the barren womb
the unburning fire
There's a hole in the bucket dear Liza dear Liza
There's a hole in the bucket dear Liza
a hole
Sofia wakes from her troubled sleep and wonders
oh my son, what are you become.
Want
Lack
Hunger
Fill the basin
The basin remains empty
Fill the basin again
There's a hole in the bucket dear Liza dear Liza
There's a hole in the bucket dear Liza
a hole
The well has run dry
yes?
why do you continue to try to draw water
Draw water
Draw water
To draw, pull, attract, entice, enthrall
"There's a hole in my roof where the rain comes in"
Enthrall
Enchant
Entice
Enable
Enfold
Encircle
Encumber
Encase
Enchain
Enthrone
Ensure
Ensure the city remains empty
yet the house remains full
There is an empty room
within the temple
the holy of holies
see? the poles of the ark
extend through the curtain
to this day.
Without the fires burn
within is darkness
yhwh likes the dark
"Darkness was cheap and Scrooge liked it."
the empty
the dry well
the barren womb
the unburning fire
There's a hole in the bucket dear Liza dear Liza
There's a hole in the bucket dear Liza
a hole
Sofia wakes from her troubled sleep and wonders
oh my son, what are you become.
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