Thinking Plague

has faded out,
and hells of my own dreaming have,
torn through my doubt

The very air is nauseous...
and the water turn to pus
The forest feed leviathans...
whose wastes feed us

If there's no beauty, then close your eyes
If there's no justice, just swallow lies... (and)
Feed your children to the furnace
Breathe the poison in silence!

I hear no furor. Are none appalled?
Or are my visions just madness, all?
Will the winter kill the summer?
(And) will the spring be silent?



Behold The Man


From light and airy, came decades' dark weight
and from the young and intrepid came
meanderings of fear.

That which we aspired to be yet donned acceptance
as though it were as simple as to don one's cap
to ease our confusion we will not be!
This is change!
(This is our desperation!)
(This we were repulsed by!)

All that we fought for we soon forgot we became.

And from conviction comes concession to failure.
From sorrow's shore comes rhetorics of blank ambivalence

All those whom we yielded to and hence became
we were repulsed by.

Though we accept why acquiesce facing hoary
days in tattered roles?
It must be they still suit us. There's room just enough
for us to grow



This Weird Wind


Drawn through the sides of ages
Towards an ancient dissolving shoreline
I unfold

Feather falling past a moth spins slowly on a
Strand of web dried
Forgotten moisture for spiders now also crumbling
In the sun
It yellows the paper and leaves

Now skeletal tree underneath the skies merciless
Gaze of somber brightness
Questions earth from which we emerged
Questions earth which attracts us
Questions the crimson light lying in measureless
Reaches
Lingering fire of eternity

I'll tell you
A weird wind moving through violet air blending
The scents of the secret
Night flowers

Now there's no difference inside or out the carpet
Joins a path to the unknown

I worship all the things now as one thought released
By the wind of the place

Here they are disturbed and draw me through the
Ages to a time where I am



Maelstrom


Distant aether bruising,
Earth and madness fusing.
Heedless of entreaty,
Worm, his tail, is eating.

Gone the time for "vision,"
Useless now contrition,
Meaningless all missions,
Rendered pointless by the maelstrom.

Shield of Reason shatters,
Spraying human minds and matters.



The Aesthete


Me! Just me! All for me.
I spent a lifetime scheming for me,
Teaching and preaching and preening for me.
I built a fortress around my fears,
Dispatched grim sorties against facticity.
I live without you, sealed by "virtue"
Founded on deceit.
Inner music, though sweet, will never be
Complete.

The last light reveals all insights
As effigies and mirrors, strung up in flight.

Blood seeks the earth,
Flesh concedes.
Memories of vauntery can't impede
The greater need.
Sacrifice completes the partial life.



Kingdom Come


Do I hear engines
Or are the spirits singing?
Droning, our prayers rise
Filling all the browning skies
With His grace
Suddenly wind, hail and heat
Sweep me from my feet
As my body rises, I understand
This is Paradise!

Do the angels weep, (or) is this reign of tears
The sweat of His need for violence?
Was it ordained that Heaven
Should crown a mountain of suffering?

We may know the truth
But can we take the freedom entailed?
The wage of sin is misery, but the sinners
Feel no pain
It "trickles down" from them!