Vengeance Is Mine . . .

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One hand on the throttle, the other round the bottle;
Broken chalice on the floorboard, malice in the heart;
Pulse beating wild, sensibility filed away for the day;
Hurt like a child, no more meek and mild,
And no more turning of the other cheek!
Dark curves are razor sharp as the harp plays in hell,
And the bell you hear brings to your eyes hot tears;
But you’ve made up your mind, binding every part
Of your heart to revenge, and it singes the very soul
Of a man who once wore the collar for mere dollars
In every effort to bring love from above to everyone;
Ah! But that is gone now with the wind
As you turn the next bend to end it all!
Will your conscience hit the moral wall ere you fall?
Will you spirit hear the call from heaven to leaven
Your anger with grace to slow your pace for payback?
Haversack packed with all you need in the backseat,
Your heart beats faster as you approach the last road,
And someone beside you goads you on to do the deed
With no need to heed the lamentation of the angels;
Your mind is set on condemnation and vindication!
No, you never blink and stop to think
That you have made the wrong link
In this whole sordid and careless affair
Of which you know only the low blow;
Most of the tale is hidden beneath bales of base lies,
And your cries of agony are largely spent in vain
While driving you insane as you speed down the lane
Of self-destruction – the construction of one whose
Damnation was sealed long ago – but you forgo sense
And rationality in the finality of your own animosity
While heaven tries to stir your curiosity for the truth!

He had no idea that the last bend would be his end
As the gravel gave way to high speed and his need
For needless revenge, depositing his mournful life
In an opaque sea of trees . . .
Broken chalice on the floorboard bore the marks of
Vengeance

Behind the Mask

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They think you have nerves of steel and such verve,
But if only they could peel away the mighty mask,
Then they might well ask who you really are with all
Of your scars, those holes in your heart, and shoals
Of insecurity found in your soul, and myriad bowls
Of uncertainty overflowing in your mysterious mind;
Yes, they might wonder how you bind it all together
Into one stalwart lady of high fashion and passion?
Ah! Behind the mask lies a world of hurled emotions,
Curled memories, stains of regret and untold pain,
Yet you walk with such confidence, no diffidence,
Almost in defiance of your purgatorial existence!
But then again your mask as such is just as much
Of you as the light is of the day and dark of the night;
You yourself crafted your mask to be the ‘real’ you
That you show all those who would know you . . .
So perhaps the mask is as much you as the you
Behind the mask!

Together We Rise or Fall

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Together we rise or fall; the writing is on the wall.

Do you weep with me in the rain as I weep, and do you groan my groans in thunder?
Do you sigh with me a mournful sigh in chilling breeze, aching as my heart so aches?
Do I sense your anger in lightening that rips the day-sky asunder,
As You feel my pain that pains so deeply in this my weak soul that breaks?

Together we rise or fall; the writing is on the wall.

Oh move me now to dream in life-giving stream, and to hope in you and dance!
Plumb my deepest depths in deep intertwine divine; forever my soul entrance.
Yes, now coax me with your love from above and lead us forth by gentle hand,
On through this desert world, flag of gold unfurled with promises grand.

Together we rise or fall; the writing is on the wall.

I believe enough to sing from highest hill, in cadence with your voice so softly still,
And even now does tomorrow call with dreams to dream, as you weave your blessed theme.
Sister, my sister, serene and mild, so sweetly enchanting, lead on thru world so daunting,
Haunting so wildly; be free to stir in me desire to see beyond diabolical, comical chicanery.

For together we rise or fall … your writing is on the wall.


Note: First published in July 2015

Scars and Stars

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If you live long enough
You’ll have some scars,
From the near and far,
From inside the home
And from the outside,
Where strangers meet
And greet and eat you!
But then you will learn
To walk miles of trials
And burn all the trash
At every turn each day
Along the way and say,
‘Hello light and dark,
Sun, moon and stars!
Shine on all my scars,
So bright in my sight!
After all, I’m full alive
In this world beehive!’
And so there will be . . .
Scars and Stars

Dance

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In the silk rain with golden stain of sun just begun to shine…
Dance
In the fields, along the hills, all around the old windmills…
Dance
In the street to the beat of drums and pied pipers piping…
Dance

For only so much time chimes the bells of life,
But the wells of joy run deeper than any pain
And grain of love is greater than gain of gold,
So we are truly told, so make bold; take hold!

In satin meadows, neath the shadow of full-bloom trees…
Dance
In your living room and round about the silent tombs…
Dance
In moonlight bright and under twinkling stars from afar…
Dance

For only so much time chimes the bells of life,
But the wells of joy run deeper than any pain
And grain of love is greater than gain of gold,
So we are truly told, so make bold; take hold!

Dance!

On the Edge of Reality

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Like night and day, no one can say which way you’ll turn;
To the right or left, jump in the light or run into the night,
Who knows where you’ll show yourself next and when,
And then how high will you fly? Or will ya crash and burn
At the very next turn as you churn inside and never learn?
You show an immense proclivity to levity and flippancy
With no dependency on discernment or shrewd selectivity
In the gravity of genuine life lived with some perspicacity;
You’re rather like the wind that sweeps round every bend,
Sending the debris of people tumbling this way and that
At your appearance through the day without adherence
To respectability, propriety or any suitability to decency;
Like dark and light twirling and swirling in the one vortex
Of your soul, no one knows whether you’ll shine or recline
In the shadows where you’ll pine for love too high to grasp
As you gasp for the fair air of purity in some serenity of life,
But you’re prancing along in fantasy,
Dancing on the very edge of reality…
On the edge of reality

One Common Thread

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Is there the bright Light that pierces the fierce black of night?
Is there the Word that is heard above the cacophony of the earth?
Is there the shining Hope that helps us cope with the pain
In what seems an insane world into which we’ve been hurled?

Is there the true Line to be read in the dark witching hour?
Is there the Blood that does not taint but rather paints all
Of Life with humanity and humanity with untainted Life?
Is there the Heart that beats with Joy untold and bold?

Is there Food to fill the bowl of the soul that it overflows?
Is there Peace strong enough to give new lease to new life?
Is there abundance of Good to spread about without redundancy?
Is there the Way to find the ‘I’ of me, who I’m supposed to be?

Before all and after all, there is the preeminence of silence,
But the Voice speaks into the void choice words of creativity
And there is then the Nativity of Life before life and death,
Serenity before insanity, and wondrous gain before the pain.

Is there one common Thread that has led us to where we are
Among the stars, resting on one small bed in the vast Cosmos?
And has Someone said they will heal the ancient scars of war
and seal the new destiny, in which we feel at home at last?

Perhaps … Yes


Note: Inspired by And It’s Dark by the very talented Jyotee of Life is all about PAIN

Say What You Say About Me, About You

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Say, does it matter who you say I am today,
Or tomorrow or next week however bleak?
I am who I am, tis true, but I am not what
I will yet be – the brand new me – you see,
So what you think of me makes me blink
And wink, not sink into stinking despair
With no hope of emotional repair; in fact,
I dare say that what you say about me says
More about you than you really care to say
About yourself! Wouldn’t you say it’s true?
But if only you knew I do care about you
– The true you and not the mask in which
You bask – then knowing might lead you
To showing, my caring to your fully baring
Yourself to me, saying what there is to say
About you rather than saying all that you
Think you have to say about me instead…
So let it be! In truth about you, come to me.

In the Sea of Life

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They said you were cruel, stubborn as a mule,
Getting up from the table when you were able,
But you only did what you knew you had to do
Because for you the game couldn’t be the same;
No more wild cards left, you’d gotten too tame,
And what a shame, they thought, you’d bought
Into a lie of transformation, complete alteration
Of personality into a man of distasteful banality;
But you only did what you knew you had to do
In lieu of the fact you’d changed so much that
You had to turn your back on table and cards;
After all, you were finally able to see that life
Is no gamble and begin to become what you
Were always meant to be in this Sea of Life.

Out From Plato’s Cave

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I was sitting there, fitting of chain tight,plato_360x450
staring, glaring at shadows on the wall,
Some short and some tall but all the same,
With other men and women, ten years or ten
Hundred; what does it matter when batter
Of life is to sit and stare at an otherwise
Bare cave wall with shadows that never fall.

Lo and behold! Someone told me I was free!
No more shackles tore at ankles and arms,
And there could be no harm in standing and
Looking round at where I’d been bound for
So long; where no one belongs and ne’er is
Sung sweet song; now I took careful steps,
With nothing to fret, no net set for trap.

Tis no joke; I was no longer yoked to other
Cave dwellers — brothers and sisters, and
Mothers and fathers — and so I explored,
And nothing bored in any new discovery in
Recovery of freedom I’d never known, seeing
What I’d never been shown: fires burning
On pyres for those who’d lived too long
Where they never belonged; now I could see
What better women and men we could be …

Something new, yet not new, caught my eye,
And I said ‘good-bye’ to cave and so began
Walking toward another light, much brighter,
Stalking the strange creatures who featured
Shadows on the far wall, and I heard an eerie
Call beyond the fiery pyres beckoning me
To respond to an opening that spawned
Brighter light in sight but out of the cave.

Knave I may have been, but how could I help
But crave such bright light, even in fright;
I knew no difference twixt the day and night;
I could only say a prayer and fight my way
To yawning of the cave, toward the dawning
Of new and strange radiance of luminescence,
Calling, but in such power to make me cower.

I reached the opening, stepped outside and
Quickly looked to hide, and no one in whom
To confide; blinding beauty of another world
Into which I’d just been hurled, and so good
As I stood there, bathing in the sun, which
Had only begun to shine on brand new day;
What could I do but stay; I’d found another
Way ~ inside the world, but outside the cave!

Then it struck me to tell my former company,
To pluck up the courage to go back to spread
Such grand news that all is not dead, that we
Might be fed in the land of the living under
Another brighter, mightier light that did more
Than eat corpses and beat shadows on the wall;
And so I turned back with no lack of conviction,
No friction in heart; I’d found the better part!

So did I descended again into the gloom and doom
To rouse my companions from their house of rock;
To led them to higher grounds and better sounds,
But … oh no! They shocked me as they locked
Up their hearts, bound their minds to the sound
Of my voice as if I were a raving lunatic craving
Another easy meal, if I could only peel them away
From the safety of the cave haven; craven fools!

And I could not find the words to unbind their
Souls, and free them from earthen bowl where
Surely they were dying without even trying to
Stand and walk; their talk was but a cheap heap
Of lies, but they didn’t realize the utter size
Of their fool’s pride; they would simply continue
To hide away in bay of dim-lit cave, and I … I
Only wanted to save, to save them from the cave.

ψ ψ ψ

Note: First published December 2015

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