Self of Rock and Water

Where did all the good ones go? Pic source: Internet

I wail all day

everyday –

in a well

behind a stone wall

inside my mind

where the riot parade

of thoughts ride afloat –

afloat down stream

 

I watch salmon swim

up to the sun

which blinds me.

 

 

Ribbons & Lace — Haikus

RIBBONS 

Clouds tethered in the sky –

pink and almost gossamer

are ribbons this day

 

LACE

Lacey white clouds moving

like they are in haste

to leave the countryside

,,,,

Bad Juju

 

Juju: http://farm5.staticflickr.com/4019/4686765631_075317567e_z.jpg

Go on,

spill your guts:

Does your ram-headed divinity

still listen?

Does he still woo the smoke

from your intestinal pots —

ribboned in red and black —

as it makes the lazy dance?

You, Judas at my table,

depart from me!

 

I’ve become a newborn,

married to a Western hand. 

Though of your very blood,

I’m  baited by your art,

like a bank is constantly lapped up 

by the frothy white tongues of the sea.

 

If I die young,

will you wade in my blood,

will you eat my meat,

or will you take my ripe testes

for the balls of your occult bell?

 

I’m sated not with wine or pleasure,

but with shame and discomfort.

So I’ve come to tuck you into a bed

of nails and bones — 

the same you’d have my lie.

And damn the memories of you

for you’ve always been 

a wasted thought.

Tourniquet

Bronze Figurative Sculpture of Man in Struggle

Look at me:
I’m half man,
half a heart,
the other part
is reeling
on the floor with laughter
while I try to give reason
to what’s left of me to fight.

This pain;
it’s one of the many stings that returns…
Legion that pries me open and rapes my senses
and burns me in agonizing bits

I’m praying,
I’m bleeding
I’m pouring ruby-red regret
on this dying self
I’m screaming, hoarse and untamed,
till they reach the heights above–or if they will

Can You hear me?
Or do You now count me
among the lost and forgotten…
Exiles,
banished to walk
this metal hell of a road?

My God
My tourniquet
let me drink from your salvation’s pool,
to cast upon your white doors
the reflection of a battered soul
In need of the grave,
I dare to close
these misted eyes

World at Ease (Theme IV: Peace)

Can I call you brother:
You who harbor pain and revenge
You in parliament who scream aye
in favor of your gun-boys and their death-kit
You who are quick to think up evil
like a smart chess move?

Gift me with Angelica
for in a dying world,
even the brightest of stars
lose their shine
Let me grow among
the Passion Flowers,
to seek faith in a whole new way
And of the olive,
I yearn to be a branch
Maybe its trunk
to wear peace like a cloak

Brother, it’s of the same mother
from whose breasts we’ve suckled
On whose loving laps we found our names
Why then the bloodshed that shames
the womb and brings burning tears
to the eyes?

War counts casualties
But peace
is a harvest of people united
I stand for peace
I fight for peace
Come join me, brother.