Sunday, February 15, 2009


You're bringing me to understand
on the backs of broken verses
the shattered stanzas of the past
that shed their force through curses

A moments glance seems but a lark
a moment not so fair
whose churning lance turns up the dark
in seconds cast to care

but always in that moment
a shift, a turn, a sigh
comes crackling down a vicious tear
that forces my pride to die

Come bring my eyes
to focus on
the things that always mattered
and bring my feet
to trod upon
the path that leads to pasture.

I'm turning on destruction
Immense tho' child's play
In ray's uphold a true response
In this deep darkening day

I'd never stopped and wondered
when travel started new
how keeping plight assundered
was breaking ground anew

And all the while it might not sound
like stories with an end
I've come to find a quickening round
of truths that seek to mend.

It's made for me
a truth I know
a way that always speaks
a fiery dare
a pliant reed
a word in which I keep.


In candles' wax
impress your touch upon me
fading fast
like the sunless sky above me
Mindless eye
in a scattered field of gray
weakened moment
shattered glass on the Appian Way

You traipse beside me
like a dog beside its' master
and its' inside me
like a slice of barren winter
moving fast
it canters below the horizon
in a teardrop
dripping fair across my face

Make an altar
of genuine fast
and bring me
shades of touch of the past
for now 'naught with me
in blessed spades
but in shards of eternity
welded together in blessed morning.

Monday, January 12, 2009


Like a new beginning
every battle sounds anew
the chariots fly ripshod
over bone, muscle and sinew
naked bodies thrown to dust
and battered faces torn to shreds
but gleaming smiles can't be taken
not this moment not this day

it's always coming
it's always there
it's always fanning
the cauldrons of menace

It's always raging
It's always crazy
it's always caging
the jails of tenants

yet it's not going
to turn our wills down
and it's not going
to wear our spirits

for we're always making
we're always present
we're always trying
these souls of penance

And when the night falls
this stranger is coming
the sky boils like fire
and fears not wanting
stripped to nothing on the way
shattered fingers claw their name
but brightened eyes can't be shaken
never this moment never this day

Long live this only King
and long live this only Queen
for the night's only gift
is the pathway to eternity

Drummer Boy

Was a moment not far
that a sound clenched the air
the wake of a call
in a glance yet aware
roused my eyes in the dark
movement shaking so near
round my mind set a memory
of my mother so dear

silken butter soft her voice
richness gentle touch her hair
lasting strength kiss her lips
just a moment left of care

Was a moment not far
matchless voice rent the air
a touch to my heart
rouse my hands to the snare
nothing left but a shadow
fading past beyond sorrow
feeble heart left to wander
to her feet on the morrow

wavering sigh leaves my voice
ragged field rasps my hair
feeble strength pass my lips
just a moment left to spare

Was a moment not far
that a cry pierced the air
a yell to the heavens
as my song runs to care
weakened heart comes to life
rushing veins fill my ears
and His smile strokes my soul
Lady reaches my tears

wondering heart beats in time
quickening sight leaves me blind
measuring light catches mine
just a moment and it's there.