A terrible battles wages
Between right and what is wrong
Emaciated haloed minstrels
Seeking power for their song

Demonic warriors in night black armor
Evil swords in blackened hand
A Paladin on a golden Chariot
Scarred and tortured
engaged in his last stand

Death struggles
Swords whirling and whining Thanatos’s refrain
On this Island
In this time
Reveals an ancient pain

On this Island
Through the misty veil of time
One lone Paladin on a golden chariot
Alone in epic struggle
Paying eternally for his crime

A single tear is shed
Vaporized by consummate fire
Forgotten water for the dead

How your perfection mocks me

Floating on gentle current

Adhering to immutable laws

As kingdoms of men rot in dusty tombs

Ratios and proportions established

Before the Pharaohs were young

Before the ancestors of man walked upright

Unconcerned with the trivialities of the world

As kinfolk pop and burst upon the lilac scented air

Do you know the mysteries you carry?

Do you ponder your mortality?

Question your purpose?

Can you plumb the depths of this world?

Pierce the shadows that claim the light?

See inside a woman’s heart?

Give meaning to the madness I see?

I am flawed

A convergence of nucleic acids

Coded by uncaring madmen at the theater of the absurd

I am the upside of the die

The tumbling leaf tossed to and fro

by uncaring breeze

The spinning wheel whose destination

Yet determined

You care little for the truths that drifts beside you

That affirm you

Spherical truths of an omnipotent God

Who taunts me

Bubbles…

Only Bubbles

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Hide you?

Or

Reveal you?

For who you are



Will you always hide

In shadows?

Alone



A slithering hematologist

Laying belly to sand?

Wouldst you deny truth?

Are you the apple that rises

When dropped to the floor?

The Tear

That climbs?

The broken toy

Crying for mending?



Nay

You are none of that.

Yet you play your life

Like a trick shot in a cheap parlor game

A used tissue in a coughs forgotten dream



You shine…



The night retreats

When you arrive.

Find your Dawn…

Lady…

Demonic

Drowning out heavenly choir.

Cherubs

Laughing

Creatures of despair

Singing



Armed only with smirk and pain.

I sit and wait

I already know my fate

My guardian whispers in terrified pleading

“It’s not too late”



Seeking comfort

I comfort.

Wanting relief

I relieve

Needing someone to catch my tears

I find I can no longer cry.

“Go! And salvage the salvageable”

Its screams sucked down by Newton’s insight



At the Crossroads

No color

Battleship grey

Tis a place

No one need be



I am no longer

A Man

But a coruscating semblance of

Forgotten dreams

Transparent

My essence

Displayed

Like a cheap dime store mannequin



One approaches

Glides

Not deigning to step

Another

Flutters down from angry heaven

Two creatures of absolute

Good

Evil

They Vie

“Take my path” they cry

Why?



Mozart and Wagner

Hess and

Cervantes

Approach

Enter

The debate

Cervantes speaks

“Take neither left nor right!”

“Heed Don Quixote’s quest”

“Fight the windmill.”

“There will you find”

“Heart and soul’s true test.”



I cannot

Smile

Wince is all

I can

Do

At the Crossroads

A myriad of paths

Good and Evil

Cry collective disbelief

As they merge and blend into

Logical inconsistency



Pock marked Mozart

Catches my sightless eye

“Only through music”

“Can”

“The heart be sung.”



I

Try

To dust off the pain

But it is alloyed

Fused with my heart

I stand

Knowing my last act

Will be

Defiance

But

One last song

I need to

sing

Sitting here

smoking filters

feeling disconnected

And…

Find myself on a

city street walking

feeling my age

wondering when the color went out of the world

where all the magic went

Met this junk yard dog

our eyes met

and we both agreed

we were all pretty much

Fucked

He told me

Goldman Sachs and Citibank

are a priority for the flu vaccine

I told him

universal health care

will never be passed

we both agreed

we were all pretty much

Fucked

I said if food deliveries to markets

stopped for 30 days

we’d all be cannibals

he said

the homeless

will soon outnumber the sheltered

we both agreed

we were pretty much

Fucked

He said

violence, terror, injustice

are accepted

expected

normal

I told him

a man is now judged

by what he has

Not

what he holds in his heart

We both agreed we were all pretty much

Fucked

A man came out of a shack

middle aged

an air

of morose bitterness

of too many

unfulfilled yesterdays

walked towards us

and kicked the junk yard dog

“Get off your ass and look mean you mangy mutt”

“what am I feeding you for?”

the junk yard dog

winced

wagged his tail

and looked at the man lovingly

The man eyed me suspiciously”

“What your selling”

“we ain’t buying”

and walked just out of view

The junk yard dog looked at me sheepishly

“He don’t mean it

I know he loves me”

The junk yard dog

his ribs showing through his

unkempt coat

walked away

a broken growl

sounding more like a moan

painted the sky slate gray

I walked away…

in search of the missing Sun

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