Truth and Beauty

What is its measure?
A golden rule
From bold strokes of strong lines
Dissecting subtle underlay of color
In perfect proportion in perfect skill
And the sheer art of it
Wrenches us to stand in awe
And the sheer art of it
The subtle lies it speaks
In perfect proportion in perfect skill
The pleasure of it painted
Then tainted
Because it could not go that far –
Not far enough to show
Where the heart lay
Despite the perfect plan
Each point – precision highlight
Each final shadow ruled
And the sheer art of it
In perfect proportion in perfect skill
What is its measure?
A golden rule
Of beauty and truth
Where no formula may?


A time when the clamoring stopped

There once was I can recall
A time when the clamoring stopped

The harmonies of the world
its measures and beats bated
winds paused in their purpose
the living stopped their breath
and all celestial measurements
compressed into a single point

It was the first light
It was the first silence
And it rang bright
And it rang clear
And all was stopped

Out of that briefest bright silence
There floated glowingly–Voice

A note of pure and crystal quality
that reflected each sharp point of heaven
and left every aural remnant still
And so did creation by itself renew

Then and then with rigor and precision
That emanation from the void and cold
Carried Truth–All creation would cease
Had it not this voice in it


His Heart of Stone

Pretend brother
Allow sacrifice
Allow suffering

Let them eat your flesh
Though you are bitter
And leave no taste

Let them taste your blood
To drink, though they cannot
Drink washed thinness

Let them rub your skin with oil
Glisten, feel their hands
On your numb member

Let them kill you as a calf
And you expire on the stone
Your last breath unheard

Sacrifice yourself
Offering to them
Heart of stone


They Think For Themselves

Some think of words as clues
To thought.
Some think of words as signs
To Idea.
Others just know and love words,
Since they think for themselves.


Love And Traffic

First Bus:
It’s noisy and it’s dusty
But you’ll figure it out
No signs, Not one,
How to get home.
But you wing it,
Smart one
Yes, so you read
The signs with hope
And soon enough
You’re sitting, relaxed
Streets roll along
Looking at the life of the street
It’s alive for you now,
And arrive
Effortless.

Then Car:
Get into the comfort
It exudes gas and power
Buckle and lean
And control
And hear her purr and
You’re stuck behind
An endless trail of
Red tail lights
First gearing along
Feet controlling
Struggling the death of the street
It’s fighting you now
And arrive
Exhausted.

Now Love:
You control
Manipulate and shout
To get what you want
And think
“There! He’ll respond”
(Ha! Look where he’s gone
The bastard!)
And to find himself
He wanders off
And all that effort
Wasted on him
(The bastard)
But all he wanted
Was a chance to Laugh
And you arrive exhausted
So you let go
And allow the moments
To pass as they please
And they roll along
Less stress
And it holds you both
Without effort.


Truth

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Truth,
When does She depart
And then reappear?
Has Justice as well
Served Her in the end ?

One can only assume
That the Sun will rise,
Foam will float, and
Birds will not give birth to bats.

The rest I deliver to Trust.

In service to You now I stay, so
Teach me how to see You better.


They Lie All Around Us

They lie all around us
Those vipers, they hiss
Their hatred at all around
Mocking us towards action

It’s easy enough to say
Just walk around them
So they cannot hurt, but
There’s no other path to take

So you walk through them
With care, you plan your path
Until the inevitable moment
You step on one, and you are hurt

You press hard into the wound
You wait, you pain, the pain swells
It passes through you and past you
And you are left there, numb.

They lie all around us
And they cannot be avoided
Though careful paths are planned
Lying things hurt you in the end.