Once the future becomes the after
And your thoughts are deeds, achieved
When you’ve claimed your thirsts
Or spilled your cup of pleasure
Desires displayed or they may burst
In want you trust, no measure
‘Til time your deeds, conceived
Thereafter, thereafter, thereafter…done.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Thereafter
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Thursday, November 5, 2009
Heaven's Door
Black sea, black sand midst an ashen sky
Under rowdy clouds and hell’s descent
Once heaven’s door has opened
Rain fire, rain brimstone upon the earthen floor
Upon his throne and upon his wrath, no more
Once heaven’s door has opened
When the work of man’s hands is his fate
When all you rely on fails you in hope
Ceases to perform or won’t obey its master
When god has come to claim his own
This time of times and this end of evil
When Earth is his once more
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Friday, October 30, 2009
What Am I
What Am I?
Without your entering
Into my life, in a way
That was the sweet,
Epitome of smoothly
Without your joining
Of hands, in wedded commune
to a young woman whose
cries soon; rained monsoons, on the altar
Without your wiping
Tears, salted; spite publicly,
On greatly more, these occasions
And many more, the weepy occurrences
Without your non-caring
For the thoughts of gapes
Or the glancing of eyes on face
Cleansed; by five-fingered, handkerchiefs
Without those precious sharing
Moments in the world
Of you and I; we subsist,
In love’s mere couplet
Without your refusing
To give up on we;
To let go of, not so easy
To stand in shoes, man
To bring wholeness,
To the door of brokenness
To our exchanging of hope
To my awaking of adoration’s, awoke
To the children; whom deem you dad & papa
To the rock, that shields life’s suffer
To no other; un-selfishly, I wont release their connection
To no man; the title to land
To you, my love’s expression
To you, I demand the question,
Without you, my husband,
“What Am I?”-
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Thursday, October 29, 2009
The Puppet Master
Name your regime, name your soul’s reign and king
Who bids the work of your hands? Your master
Life’s theatre; we’re puppets on a string
Do the play; your act is no disaster
Unless you grind a vile set production
Unless your chore, is the devil’s business
Your feet and hands bounce at his instruction
When you give all the gift of, distress
Name your regime, name your soul’s reign and king
Who bids the work of your hands? Your master
The Puppeteer, who tugs quick your joints hinge
One night only; he, the puppet master
The finale; once the rods are broken
Collapsing, while he steals the souls token
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