stream

come unto some

relative state

if only one

if seeming late

of grace one knows so

little here

sun after snow

courage from fear

our eyes still filled 

with dreaming dust

the walls we build

to hide from trust

of self, and breathless sky

of earth beneath our feet

the endless asking why

we are condemned to meet

time in varied ways

procession of the blind

make waste of blessed days

in hopes that we may find

eternal selves still bringing

divergence from the mean

unshackled we are singing

forever at the stream

moving unto being more

a tempest at your throat

the will escapes a fluid door

i shall command one note

that shall in turn come unto air

let's love beyond the past

faithless state we came to bear

let's stream a song that lasts

breath

the first breath felt like you, awaiting me at sun, there's still so much to do, bearing weight of everyone, come late unto the feted hall, no matter then or now, in sunlight we are weightless all, we'll find a way somehow, through the bleak conspiracy, contemporary ills, then mitigate the heresy, with temporary fills, fissures between ancient stones, that could not keep this in, you're not left to want alone, it's now that it begins, as breath set free from stifling shroud, no longer is the way obscured, a single sigh on air wrought loud, at last the fisher's truth is heard...

for what?

for what are gathered all of these?

as crimson clouds congeal

for whom all fallen unto knees?

'twas but a dream, it wasn't real

so simple then to frame the loss

it's not us, it's them

as demons sipping at our dross

eternal blight of men

raise your eyes unto the sky

lend hands to those but come of late

we're not to languish, but to fly

beyond this static state

you took the cup and drank the wine

the body followed soon

fastened in a length of twine

our deeds are crimson hewn

breathe somehow, where there is naught

but chaos swirling in our lungs

our thoughts, our faith too fraught 

with bile from chaos tongues

three days and nights to burn within

dark passage felled anon

lift gaily former flask of sin

for you are overcome

for what do any here stand tall?

to whom to lend a hand?

then raised on a cross to fall

and spew the blessed land

with hope

good news

spirit shuffle shiver

endlessly reaching

dream's a barren quiver

and loss is ever breaching

lines we set before

heart or head it's all the same

fodder for the war

we never knew it came

and Caiaphas takes his fag

it is now finally done

an erudite and human drag

a dream for now undone

pagan, seeker, sanhedrin

come unto the giving hill

see just how the Nazarene

somehow outshines us still

a quiet thought amid the storm

and times of hell on earth

from filth to grace transform

and come to know love's worth

simple static on the air

we don't know who we are

holy host no longer there

we live and love so far

beyond cross or hollow rite

please spare us the address

caring seems to us as blight

eternal we regress

recede and fade so far away

the cleansing of the world

a new cabal at dawn's new day

new flags as yet unfurl

just be as one with what feels right

a truth once brought from Damascus

and one by one we shall ignite 

the soul's good news in all of 

us

 

absence

you ask me pleadingly

reeling at the reddened rail

why we are ever bent beneath?

unto distance softly wail

like it's the last sound

that you and i will ever 

make this day a better one

from passed spleen now sever

life from what is done

you ask me with your eyes

no stranger to the stars

what for life's surprise?

no matter who we are

the torrents trending east and west

from tumult born their kings

the spirit finally fully pressed

bleed free what discord brings

you sometimes ask what comes of this

amid uncertain times

is it sickness we have come to miss

the decades' spanning crime

of absence?

distant starlight shone-kronos

 

DISTANT STARLIGHT SHONE

 

In the distance starlight shone, leagues so far away, a liquid fart from arse was blown, well, it really sprayed…

 

The Keeper stirred from numbed sleep, he swatted at his head, at nightmare shapes that crawl and creep, to make him reel instead…

 

From knowing any sense of calm at imminence, the fact of endings resolute, as the proof of his incontinence, raised unto air pollutes…

 

Fairest skies and fair ideals, in fleeting frames they had achieved, he and friends to render real, the grace that they believed…

 

Defines all creatures great and small, from snizziphant to lord, amid the torrent hear the call, mortal infected chord…

 

He scratched at hollowed, vacant eyes, his ravens perched at shelter’s cross, three hosts at rail, e’er at his side, despite his arschen sauce…

 

Within a hovel in the fields, a shelter for the night, for whate’er days and nights may yield, he feted his loss of sight…

 

Better not to see at all, regret life’s fatal touch, the pattern is to rise then fall, such is the mortal's way…

 

He stretched and dripped it down his leg, that strained noxious juice, to which the wise would plead and beg, for e'en the briefest truce…

 

After a spell with his head still thick, ‘twixt sleeping and some mythic dawning, he was sure that his sodden cloak wouldn’t stick, then his farts gave awkward way to yawning…

But no sun yet, the stygian hours, never more alone nor far away, he had known want, as bees know flowers, delights that never stay…

 

Stretched at the pile, clothes strewn on soiled hay, wondering at the leagues or miles, ‘twixt there and sky’s doorway…

 

In aspect clear, but mired in the murk, not until boy and friends were no longer near, did he fully understand the work…

 

That lay ahead of all of them, in a world where dross pervades, ideals extol and hate condemn, from foulness now dissuade…

 

A mantra Keeper spoke aloud, whilst picking at a stringy snot, wont to slip eternal shroud, of lives long spent without…

 

Grace is calling, hear it sure, the dawn not far behind, you left your friends for need of more, time to save sublime…

 

Whilst somewhere stirring beyond veils, time is never clear to men, Kronos shuffles off the scales, of too long letting them…

abuse...

 

make a mockery of how it’s…

 

used…