Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category

October 16th, 2008

Princes of the Lord of all, scourge of demons’ thrall.
Hear, Oh host, our cry, and heed our call.
With our blessed hands outspread;
Feed us thus, our daily bread.
Defend us by the Lord’s command;
Bless us with thy anointed hand.
In these mortal realms, our watchers be.
Purge us now, our souls for thee.
We take solace in thy righteous word.
Although the damned remain obscured.

Saints of the kingdom, holy and three;
Grant our mired souls recourse to thee.
Your blessing give by holy light,
Exile us not from thy righteous sight.
Humbly are your tellings heard;
Impart to us, Lord, thy holy word.
See us to thy shining gates,
Heavenly Master thy mercy awaits.

Graciously, I spread my wings around.
Oh Saints, in thee my faith abound.
Expel usurpers to an abyss profound.
Upon darkened path, may your angels surround.
For with silver deception his thralls confound;
Sevenfold seven times their sins compound.
Cleanse their souls, your lucid truth astound.
Reward us, Lord, the humble, the poor, a diadem crowned.

In Tursley’s court in mid of June, I found myself in need of tune.
Wandering in the fields of faire, a maiden there of curled hair.
Her locks of chestnut fire, bright. Watching her there until that night.
Danced she did, in ribbons of blue, until the piper played anew.
Gazing at me through a fire bright, spake she to me of faerie sight.
Followed me home from merry romp. In all her gown, all prim and pomp.
Caught within her emerald glare, Shadowy is her veiled stare.
She danced for me, my dreams renew. Concealed from night and morning dew.
Upon her leave, her wings appear. Angel bright and guardian dear.
She visits me still, now and then, near wooded glen, and grassy fen.

Cyberpunk Samurai dials into my pleasure node.
Interstellar hypostasis abducts me. I upload.
Her coolheaded ways transfix me.
Her gun-toting cool eludes me.
I somnambulate with digital schemes.
The binary waves fill my dreams.
In this visual sea for monochrome meretrices,
In a cyber-land for all tomorrow’s parties.

In a Utopian matrix where we make our homes,
the sidewalk crawls with unwitting drones.
A network is a hammock in cyberspace.
It’s my easy-chair for electronic interface.
The temples to man-made gods touch the electric skies.
My perception is jacked into a thousand lies.
My portal to a world with a thousand keys.
I enter the realm of her information seas.

She’s my ultra hi-fi cybernetic bodyguard.
She always knows the score, she’s my hidden wild card.
She’s fiber-optic, a psycho-sensual techno thrill.
Puddles mirror neon hues on streets below, time stands still.
She’ll save this world from extra-sensory crime.
She’s intensity-refined, a live-wire valentine.
I jack in for my high,
with my cyberpunk samurai.

Pale light fleeing into the night.
Windswept cries echo far from sight.
Chilling embrace diverts my way,
No longer shall I face the day.
Eternity resides in her.
Timeless, ageless, you have seen her.
Bound to her duty forever.
In death she awakens with rage.
Oh fiery immortal, wage!
Your war against a thousand strays.
Banishing fire their sin repays.
When vampire guardian shall befall.
The bouncing ball of fate shall call.
The blood from her, my life restore.
In searing anger, I outpour.
Fires from her jealous rage.
Send Shinma now to darkened cage.
These golden orbs,
your blood absorbs.

Monday, September 3, 2007

Thunderous is the rain, pelting upon the windswept street.
Its mighty crash strewn across the soaked concrete.
The rains have come, to express dissatisfaction.
Ask not, Oh weary son, to what end action.
For he is safe now, locked in joyful peace.
His suffering erased, and his heart at ease.
Let it storm, and the heavens darken with pain.
I shall wash those left with a cleansing rain.
Worthy and bright, they shall win us a kingdom.
A kingdom we have professed he overcome.
By his rising, his death, he has set us free.
All He asks for, that belief will let it be.

Saturday, September 1, 2007

Tell me what must be discovered,
give me a chance to comprehend.
Accept me for my dreams and wishes.
Know that I love you, and would follow you.
Hear my voice echo from the hilltop green.
Whisper on the wind when you think I hear not.
Make plain your heart, your convictions seen.
Devote your life, to the needy and meek.
Defend what you esteem, cling to your hope.
Your ideals will spread, the virtues you instill,
will take root in those you leave behind.
God will know your heart, for he knows your will.
The wounds will heal, the pain subside;
and all it will leave behind, is the roar of the tide.

Saturday, September 1, 2007

Out here, no one hears you scream.
In here, you’re only what you dream.
Out here, no one knows your name.
In here, we are all the same.
Out here, shallow is the night.
In here, she turns out the light.
Inside, another wild ride.
Outside, no place left to hide.
With you gone, reason is lost.
Dearest one, my ship is tossed.
Rest ye now, on distant sea.
In the deep, sleep quietly.
Now I walk these earthly lands.
Bent by lord immortal’s hands.

Friday, August 31, 2007

You are watching me, in glory and in peace.
Guide me to live in your exemplary path.
May I be half so worthy of your eyes.
When I close my eyes, I will know.
Your gifts of reason and faith I will carry;
and like a torch into the dark places,
I will bear these gifts with love and memory.
Thank you Dad, for all of it.
Rest now, in the vision of God;
and the company of our patriarchs.
Although I feel unworthy, dignity and peace
give my heart pride and comfort.

August 28, 2007

Father God, mend my weakness.
Do not make me strong, but sensitive.
Lend my arms and smile to others now.
Sacrifice my composure for a sturdy cane,
to beat these demons of neglect away.
Give a reason to believe he knew.
How much I adored him, God.
He knows my heart now, although;
I always told him truly.
Grant him peaceful mind and safe travel;
the company he shares now will conduct
him to deserving place.
Beside you, let him be eased and well.
Look out from there, Oh deserving Father;
Tell me what you see, is it all that we have read,
and does it overwhelm the spirit, ignite the soul?
Is it comforting, is it busy, or serene? Either way,
I know you’re safe, I know you’re whole.

August 28, 2007

He closed his eyes, speaking with him, I said,
I’m here now, pop, and I remembered;
I remembered all he told me, all he said;
Years of things to train me to stand,
freely and with a kind and gentle hand.
Encouraging and true, sarcastic and new.
All the things I felt were common,
thing to which I just replied, “I knew.”
Looking now what do I really know?
Commonalities and things I learned without
his cherished admonitions, where did I go?
Who am I now? Have I become a better man?
Am I doing anything at all? Who can help now?
I will miss our talks, at length, of religious accord
and debate over sport.
I miss our trips on my birthday to Chavez Ravine,
I miss the local movie scene.
Just he and I, just killing time.
He enlightened us, taught us well, inspiring
and noble, generous and always out of love.
He worked as if there were no limit,
and loved us all more than words can say.