Unrolling The Scroll

In youth we once

Walked as one, sly 

Moonlight leaving silver

Dollars where day had hung.

But leaves,

Hand in hand in hand,

Closer than any mystery,

Our mingled spirits trod

Familiar ways to our

Tryst amidst the trees.

Needs revealed and

Nightly satisfied, sated in

That dappled glade;

Flesh was freed and of 

Our lust a love was made.

And made to last 'til

Next our steps, 

Of their own accord, 

Brought us back to 

Once more ford

No stream of dream but

That moonlit flow that

Lover's hearts do not

Need to see to know.

Pawn ‘Til Dawn

A morn' too short 

To hold my dream of 

A blissless trek, a

Mad tramp through 

Trash-strewn gaps in 

The Dreamtime, alleys 

Littered lots, trails on 

No map that I know, yet

Some instinct both 

Old and cold took 

Hold, my hand was held 

Was pulled and I 

Impelled to follow 

No bird so hard had

Ever fled for home, never 

Knowing why or what it

Was that led, which no 

Knowledge fed, but still 

No hesitation in 

My tread, no trepidation 

In my head all hollow, thoughtless,

Wilful while all bereft of will

And inside no "I" to guide 

Or fight against 

My headlong flight 

That must've lasted all the night

'Til mornings laser did ignite

Both eye and mind with 

Sunlight bright 

And to what did I awake?

My bed a shambles, all

Covers thrown, body aching to 

The bone, my martyred muscles 

Full afire, the purest pain from 

Pore to core and plainly plastered

Over all, one burning question:

Whatever for?

Loving Violence

Liebchen, sit, please take a chair 

I'll truss you tightly there

Perhaps I'll pull your hair 

Then beat you with a cane

Until you go insane 

Or maybe I'll use a switch 

You naughty little bitch

It will slap and hurt and such 

But you won't bleed as much 

Alchemy

Men are fire,

Women, ice.

This race of alchemists, 

Compelled to mixing 

Opposites.

But does it end in 

Happiness?

Nope; no dice.

Heaven’s Heights

Rise, rise up

Dear heart, wake and 

Whirl now with my will, join in

Life's most thrill-whipped waltz,

In fits and starts these rungs

To grasp, in this

Fleeting moment's heat

Begin our star-ward climb

And so emboldened up we'll rise 

Past scudding clouds we'll race

Ever upwards we shall rise

'Til the top we gain and with our pain

Erase the shame that stains 

Our common past: Jacob's

Failure to scale these same heights .

Let's stake the claim made 

His by right of might, that

Victory open and on display,

As lying low and 

Broken at his feet, Heaven's 

Angelic champion, whom he

Fairly beat, but which 

Defeat he did but waste, for

The victor's wine he failed to taste.

These holy heights he did not climb,

Nor did he dare 

God's awesome face, which 

With glory'd his eyes strike blind.

No; instead, as if from 

Dream awoken, hale and whole,

He turned and, in the turning,

He did spurn

His one hard-won chance 

To free the souls of men  

From Death's dire glance.

What, O! What 

Righteous need had he

To feed, with such an act

Of histrionic 

Humility?

A Life In Four Stanzas

Sweet bleeding sleep 

And dreams that weep;

The night, it seeps into

Ears that wait for the call of 

A victory that's not coming. 

I battled long for 

A love I knew was strong 

But unknownst to me 

My love she flew to 

Another she knew to be stronger. 

Long wasted days, nights ablaze

With song and drink, all to

Keep me from thinking. 

Drugs and sex and games complex

To bind this wounded attention,

'Til the body's bent, the monies

Spent and no hope of either

Returning. 

My dreams of old, those

Loves grown cold, now fit but

For my funeral pyre's burning.

A Body is Ballast

I slough my husk and broach the sky;

Through dewdrop sundered sun I 

     fly, ever higher those heights to spy,

With sprites conspire 

     to fracture Heaven's glassy dome, 

Leaving but a Night I'd cross alone

And with tortured mem'ry, search for 

      home….