"The Pagan"

When the blood stops running
the impulses of energy
cease generation
a call will suddenly go

out past the range
of understanding
above our heads
or maybe below

To either if existing
realm of forever
to be answered by
a servant ghost

Silently it is propositioned
by a much higher host
"Fly your way to this man
and bring me back his soul"

A nod in reply
A swift disappearance
from a substance
only his brethren know

And not yet aware of his passing
the man attempts to discern
what is happening, because so far above
his body he floats

The beauty that surrounds him
The cool air around him
The hard pain now receded
This comfort is his confusion

This atmosphere is no illusion
despite his potential insanity throes
Is judgment really coming
Something he never believed to be so

The man comes to a realization
that his theory
was such a different awakening
There would be no apprehension

Great Reconciliation....No

Only tranquil transition
from one existence to the next
A spirit born of peace
or a haunt born from unrest

The results of his denial
The choice of his faith
hang before him so ominously
before a newly appeared gate

Slowly the hinges creak
The first sound heard in oblivion
The door swings open
of its own accord

The frightened mist moves forward and through

The open space fades
brick walls emerge
enclosing the man
within a great hall

Here from horsehair and oil
of heavenly hands
depictions of inquisitions
at a kings command

A man bled to death
on pillars of stone
and the gray ashes of a woman
crawling with a soft breeze, away form a smoking pyre

With each step down the gruesome alley
another torture works to absolve
the mans fear of damnation
Though he maintains his stature

and still secretly worships
his other Gods

"The Congress of Color"

A prism
A diamond disguised
by maybe a million
years of soil and sand

The wind began to rise
and eroded a small hill
The camouflage whisked away, the sun sent
pulses and blinded us with glares

We all looked away
and stepped backwards
to thwart the danger
of the bright

Hands across brows
as a mass salute
staring, looking deeply
trying to distinguish the colors

that began to seep
as the prism began to separate
the ultra-ultraviolet rays
All of this in the quickest seconds

Deep red and purple flushed my face
Green and yellow on the ones
next to me
The brushes outnumbered us

They could have covered
a whole city
and erased the pollution
smiled away the crime

A single transfusion
come to late
our civilization is gone
our discovery , come to late

But still the amazing injection
continued on through the night
The gusts freed prism after prism from the ground
each separating even the sparsest starlight

They would have loved it
destroyed it though, with their lies
Before the light could have even entered the prism
The Congress of Color would have died

"The Congress of Souls"

Bearing themselves nightly
from hiding
in the trees
branches twisting

Their favor each night resembling
confusion
greed
and the flow of life

down shafts of cedar
Pretty feathers
sticky
separated and clumped

The newly dead joining
with artificial moisture
unseen as they worship their bodies
on artificial knees

The leaves are shaking
quivering, calling
dismiss the flesh
and run into

these veins
The system so near
to the one
from which you came

and add to us
from this night and hereafter
your grief
and your fear

As we pain and ponder
deliberate and wonder
disputing our deaths tolls
in this, our Congress of Souls

"The Grasp of Death"

Embrace me
with the grasp of death
a simple stasis
deliberate and calm

Let loose with the cycles
of your satellite
and your star
adjusting my shadow

reddening then illuminating
my face
Send a breeze to lower me down
each time I fall to sleep

on the soft, piney ground
the breast of your majesty
my eyes staring upward
wandering about the massive space

The blue is what
would wake me
as it shines so much light
horizon like a field of snow

The sparse dewy grass
and needles sticking to my cheek
a stretch and a yawn
as I rise to my feet

admiring in the distance
a stand alone tree
then turning my attention
to a liquid shimmering

nearly obscured by branches
not at all
easy to see
The water runs

over and around
gravel, sand and stones
that eclipse the rivers peak
sharp edges worn away, long before human memory



of which yours is everything
How much do you remember
what can you explain
tell me as I wade into the current,

The glacier water
chilling two feet
the stream testing my endurance

all that you recall
All that you have seen
from the big bang
to mountains forming

or just hold me again
as tonight I lay
ensconced by your nature
Inspired and engraved

"Free Will"

There was a spirit
washed upon the shore
A being of another world
in this worlds form

He was resting sweetly
a breath a minute no more
The wind was nearly absent
The sky above azure

Not clothed yet not naked
his skin decorated so
each color represented
a product of his whole

The locks that fell beside his head
were painted like the land
The face looked a score at least
partially obscured by sand

Seventy two inches built his frame
shoulders square , strong legs
The body continued to sleep
not meaning to awake

He moaned and dug his fingers
into the abrasive beach
a nightmare in his head
Perhaps a re-occurring memory

so intense and so real it reflected on the waves...


A transparent blue lens
and a mottled background
held pictures of tragedy and pain
salvation, not deserved, so never found


A man set forth to change
the results from a temptation much to great
by forfeiting his earthly existence
the plan would be
to create a portal to eternity

And permit those submissive souls to serve forever
under the one true deity


Through the water a story revealed
for anyone to see
an attempt at martyrdom
that was revoked so miserably

A change of perception
of a race built on lies
so there would be no ascension
he would not subject himself to sacrifice

Suddenly the waves faltered and broke
destroying the liquid eye
bringing his majesty the king
back into the light


So rose the Second of Three
from his restless slumber
like a fiend emerging from
a rock he was hiding under

He stretched his arms upward
but dared not look the same
for from the sky
his Father observed fitful and betrayed

The stars, the sun, the moon
the clouds did not exist
Only the thunder, loud sounds
the smashing of his fist

Not akin to his place
he wandered from the sea
still accustomed to the pain
stabbing inside his feet

Worn past the skin
from walking all those miles
shoulders weighted down
with visions of piercing nails

The air was so much sweeter now where he stood
rustling through the leaves
The land was exponentially greener
with a wealth of plants and trees


A paradise compared to
the desert that he left
A wasteland for the ignorant
spiteful and newly bereft

For a moment he pondered
what almost convinced him to decide
to die for a people
who would commit deicide

Killing the one who would save them
and spitting each time he fell
as he carried an instrument of his own death
further up a bloody hill

It is such a pity to the one who wiped his face
People such as this will suffer most
Magdalene , once a whore ,will fall back
on her whoring ways

They will all burn in hell
or lie somewhere in between
yes, even the good will boil and swell
with their savior nowhere to be seen

He thought about where he would go upon his death
now that he was renounced by God
Would he suffer the same fate?
Is his now human blood?

"The Vow"

Resting near your shadow
alive as so it seems

Rolling so free
of braces

I love it when
you read me

I am the ghost
of the next act

melted in to the
tragedy of beauty

And all her voices
head thrown back

informing stories to
a crescent moon

The sun will come out tomorrow
or in between

rising so it may torture
or glowing on a thousand scenes

I love it when you scream
bloody murmurs

entranced while sweating
a perpetual dynasty

Vow to me now
the Eternal Condition

The demolition of single mind
and personal things

to all of this
the Williams cried

I love you when you shut your mouth
only ever again opened into me

"Crying and the Sun"

The dew is lifting from the grass
A singe soon will come

from the East
as the morning breaks

As the morning breaks
I will scream thereafter

Hiding in the leaves
the trees as my shelter

hollow is the night
with only an exchange of sound

One alone amidst the fluttering
feeling at home where none can see

but a shadow of a certain self
a forgiving realm void of turmoil

brought upon by a more sheer sense
Again and again into the smoldering sure to be at hand

A life in withering, dehydrating by two ways
combined as one.........

Crying and the Sun

"Everything in a Flower"

Certain it was the petals
the stamen, nectar, yellow

Subtle, yet still certain
Stress on the stem

My own drama class
a bit of sweat-to cool a crowd

My only first or ever last
grin of asylum

I hate you, I think
but I can not be sure

when the petals fall
only to replenish once again

Yellow lady, unfair to me
Oh no, you can't have any
thing with certainty

It was the heat
that kept me away

so keep yourself warm
like you say

you like to play the heat

Flowers you see,
never rake the sky

But they've got the turns of beauty

"What Am I?"

Wait until the airs of lilac
spill onto your every little heaven

Remain at yourself
while the greens of spring deepen

I am the clearness in speculation
the fading of triumph over succession

The mirror of letters
relaxing in perfect order

the axis of fertility and
the center of blasphemy

Hold there until the colds of winter
spend away the hours of growth

so still as liquids harden
and the tulips wilt

There within lives the pulling and pushing
between midnights

the long enduring spasm
of circulation

I am that which brings life and longevity
while all else dies!

"Eulogy"

O'er through my minds eye
the heavily trodden path
the forested hills I climb
I swim all rivers and bodies of water

Recognize the sounds
of whippoorwills and coyotes hysteria
Breathe the scent of the pines
and the soil from which they reach

towards a blinding
sky of mass fervor

Feel the stones I clawed away
my fingers dripping blood and crying

We can dig no further

I push the bundle once enamored
now unconcerned with its frailty
into the hole of final equity

And the painting within the frame
has been cast into the abyss
of lustful green infinite wandering

Let this bloating flesh be gone!
For now only the soul can linger on
to answer as I present
sacrifice to a stone clad altar

The spray of life stains my face
as the edge causes a vein to falter
and gathers in a human shape
then quickly disperses amidst strange laughter

I raise and wave my hand
sending hope of a good hereafter
and weep because my Dad
has gone away to the Paradise Monger

So still the wind blows
with the swamp trees cracking
the tides getting ever stronger
in this cycle of finished waxing

the night grows ever longer

Not ending as I walk
but beginning one time after another

And if I should look over my shoulder
and see a rising sun
then and only then
will I arrive home

from unleashing the spirit of my father