04 May 2012

Windblast

Windblast

if it were a breath it would have been stolen
where the blasphemous children tarnish words of peace
every sundry glance were eyes of hate and reckoning devils
i had seen the evil coming from a distance
and in a missing moment they have become a flood
surely never do wells and liars come lately but dead minded
and then my skin broke from my bones like paper becoming ash
invisible i am to this world becoming the windswept willow
and the demented pass disinterested but disturbed the undead anger
pardon for peace the interleaved immaculate plague 
incomplete souls and degenerate parsons of malice
i would never visit if it were that i could leave
ever unto the ghosts whom cannot be swayed
never unto the specters that hold no anchor but in nightmares
when the thunder comes it is carried only by sound
like angering mountains and dangerous waves most fatal
even force can make dust of mighty pillars to put through colanders
all unhallowed to the retribution of time
the wilderness of wind can be the forests of war and space
over everything that is over the mortal world and yet more unrequited
similar to share the air with those who think the most unfair
and ominously carrying the Archangels, the Valkyrie of seem
not only winged but with knives to latch the wind for greater speed
after the demons and the flippant rain the mouth of hell has no fury for them
deluge replete a spinners gold and other elements of the light
recourse to run a daydream into a thought and watch the detritus life
weaker than none but circumstance in suspect happened upon a certainty
but in due time the duly raging moments will decay before creation
and before the court of such solitude will wretchedly wither like rags
there is no message before the beginning of the end 
to each the onus operand to the only give without source

Windfall

Windfall 

a burning fog rests on the land,
the old fires are not gone nor lost,
my people are arming themselves in numbers,
desperate to sleep while sick of the old world,
we are royalty among humanity,
we have rights that must endure and privileges to honor them,
and we will protect them,
again we see the coming storm on the fiery horizon,
and the insurrection from enemies within our ranks,
the spoiled children by edict,
the rakish deviants of totalitarian nightmare emotional by choice,
my home gathers breath the way that evil sleeps,
concerned and at peace,
we purge the fever with a drink,
condemning the thorn by pulling it,
keeping our children from the fire,
pulling ourselves from the thieving darkness,
the blind worries without remission,
the sad sorrows without regret,
while the hypocrites serve as stones in the street,
that chaos a word in our language is forever remembered,
and the weeds of the old warring ways are kept at bay,
roots of fascism drink our water,
fire of anarchy breathes our air,
lies of envious fools pass us,
as the moon escapes the tide,
with revolution our dream and your nightmare,
we study the savior sinner fastidiously

Windburn

Windburn 

today i rested w my eyes closed in the autumn sun,
the white light made me cry,
fire burned my face,
energy solace my new sight shaded blue,
when the cold wind came beneath the clouds i couldn't tell if i was crying or dying,
my shadowed soul chilling,
reflection stole the holy light,
by more than darkness nothing is the light,
the breath of future,
lost to endless years of imagination in only a moment,
to sleep w sunset freedom is,
to lie alone is a cold dark wasteland,
in the hedgerows and dead fields,
by the distant forest line where trees hide behind those that sleep,
simply turning restless the windows slid shut,
absent of judgement from abject revolution,
when the chance to find the shade was mistake,
do the clouds come to take away my daydream flight,
as most journeys followers lose,
to be when light makes day a certain hope,
without the callous winds or the biting lies,
i give to you this memory of a day