step into this blinding light and
lose control
of the lightning storm
caught in your bones
that still screams
from every corner, and every
scattered edge
of your soul
trying to be heard
over the gunfire and the bombs
that burn away the sky
and the soil
leaving only the smoldering shadows
of those touched by
atomic gods

can we save man(kind)
from his most terrible
enemy
and hated foe
staring back at him
with hungry eyes
from a thousand photographs
and empty
reflections
hiding in the web of lies
of the spiders and politicians
and the sacrament
of dead kings
and holy ghosts

prayers made to
microscopes and medicine
for a cure for his
disease
the maddness and
loss of reason
sufferering and indiginities
cancers and greed
that have driven the
entire population
of our spaceship, Earth
into an impending
annhilation

tomorrow
we will reach paradise
by burning the
world
until all we can
see and touch
is ash
by slaughtering all
that lives and breathes
and gorging ourselves
on what ever
remains

we have numbers
and we have
names
carved into the backs
of our heads
chains and wires tangled
around our hands and neck
waiting to be
thrown into the
spinning blades of these
nightmare machines

how many drums of oil
will the desert trade
for the life
of your son
how many gold rings
and precious stones
glitter and shine
if they are washed
with his
blood

where is the liberty bell
that once tolled
what has become of the
dreams
and feverish ambitions
that created these
cities
that tower into the
clouds

the sun and the moon have raced
across the horizon
for two thousand years
melting our skin and our
bones
laughing at us from
their places
in the sky

our kingdoms have all
fallen
the ancient stones eroded away
into dust
by the wind and the
fires of time
that still burn

each day grows ever
shorter
and the only certainty
is that if we
continue this senseless destruction
we cannot survive

there is still time
and
hope
for (human)ity

if we can
learn
to understand

and
to love

one another

(The Blinding Light - June 27 2007)

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Holding still the fading hours spilling from beneath treasured beds
Dreams escaping from every cut made in this burning fever
A blanket of smoldering light to hold back these homespun satin whispers
Breathing in rapture, trembling gateways collapsing under vagrant eyes
A hundred arms reaching up to brush the sky and blow smoke across the glowing stars
Pulling back the veil of dusks and spent twilights, grasping the universe in shaking hands
Bringing forward the end of time and reason, of men and gods
Lying broken in these kingdoms of red sheets and cheap wine
Skin boiling in ecstasy, eyes closed with tongues caught between teeth
The world crashes and throws her earthen shoulders, seas rushing to devour land and sky
While words pass between exhausted lovers
Falling forward through mists, through the sails of wrecked ships
Into worlds of light

(The Octopus Charm - February 12 2007)
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I have slept in the shade of the Tree of Life
My third eye waking from ancient dreams as I walked through a galaxy of light
Chasing crystal falcons across the golden deserts and the shimmering ocean of stars
I have heard the murmurs of the sky and soil, the hidden stories told by comets and constellations
The whispers of the crow to the storms, the howls of the wolves to the laughing moon
Voices reached out to me from edges of the Earth
I have spoken to the wind and the leviathans that lay beneath the chill waves
To the glass dragons that slept within the jungles of the forgotten worlds
And the titans that dream forever within the spires of gravel and quartz
I have seen the machines of war march from the castles of proud nations
The Sons of Azure have raised their shining swords
Wars fought in the names of guilty gods seated on thrones of gold and blood
I have sold my soul a thousand times to the devils that dance behind the silver sun
To the music of the harps of war, to the spiders and their webs, to the angels and the snow
For nothing more than to hold the heart of the cosmos in my shaking hands
And capture forever the beauty of the soul in immortal words
I am the dreamer, the architect of the spirit

(Solace - June 19 2007)