Devices

I held her eyes within my soul
Who burned their way into my dreams
And fire erupted when she screamed
What glorious destruction comes in moments like these!

Destruction and construction in the alleyway
With passion and hatred, love and war
Collusion at the sliding door
Where once was reason I don't care anymore.

The night brings hard the iron rod
To beat the flowers to a pulp
The steam flies high like wings above
And leaves her with a dying kiss.

And she will hold the river back,
And ride a chariot of porcelain
While he like Grecians at the walls of Troy
Lays face down like a dying man.

They two would only have the night
To battle their flesh and bleed Jörmungand
And though the fight can't be abhorred
I find I may be feeling Thor
And yet come back for more.

Prayer for the Ostracized...

Dear God

I can't go in your house as your children will rebuke me-
I've fallen so far, my friends seem at a distance
My family's disappointed and my mind is all in shambles
What sanctuary comes to me as I wade through all these brambles
Not that I didn't go into the patch myself
But I have no riches now and I just lost my wealth.

What life is there for wicked men who live with Dibbyuks in them?
No life is there for me who has no sanctuary or dominion-
And so I wake tonight: no sleep or sanctum given.

Dear God I ask you only give me you to get me through this
Where is the man without sin?  You tell me lord, but for christ, who is?

Knowing my mistake

For a moment I see light through the incandescence of a cell phone screen in the dim light of my home
The warmth comes through the speakers like a water buoy flashing on a dark sea.
Time stands still and I sit in purgatory talking through the pain-
Like sitting on a warm subway grate in the freezing rain.

Then you have to go to get something to eat
And it's back to the blind experience in the LSC.
Crawling through a tunnel like one looking for their glasses in a midnight street.
The lamps have not been lit and there's so many demons looking for me.

Ironic I should face demons in this darkness on a Sunday-
The hell is not quite over yet, tomorrow welcomes Monday.
I will have my week to live in silent aberration
Like stepping up a step to find there's still an infinite number of revelations.

To my friend Jess

Every path in life will falter
And 'way leads into way'
Don't spend your time in endless answers
Just question all you say.

For people will find you wise, my friend,
Even if you're the silent idiot
Yet the trick is to be wise regardless
For you're the one who must suffer it-

Or enjoy it because life is a great adventure
Only unwise people love death.
If you can love each day you breath
Relish everything and everyone in it.

These are lessons I learned the hard way; so I thought I'd share with you-
Above all my friend, in everything you do: seek truth.