Tag Archives: Children

Empty Inkwell

What writhes in the deep, O sweet beloved
my metronome, and spoken truth
what thoughts cross our paths on a night like this
dementia, and speckled swords of fallen stars
a dark dream follows me, quick to the heart
a hallowed moon, and a haunting memory to pass the time
still words in the dead of night, a still word
four hours until the sun bites the earth i move upon
a dawn of new things
i walk down the street and notice the jars
empty pockets of wealth and remorse
a jar moves into view, then another
in one i find a world unknown, pain
in the other lies the remnants of my youth
red hair appears, running down the brow of the universe
it marks the blood of the ancestor, and the next
the old world and the grateful dead
funny hats and broken bottles
first the house crumbles, then tomorrow
i walk down avenues not meant for my legs
i linger over thoughts of madness
and maddening thought
i walk to the store to buy a few soldiers
death is a luxury, but only when bought

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Beginnings

i haven’t been here for a time
in this sphere of dreams
this painted veil of endless night
quietly they slumber
the animals around me
quietly i wonder
why am i not found

do i know this place right now
the clearing in my mind
this empty nest of blue and white
the trees around me
they all take flight
suddenly and then forever
they whisper words of goodbye
traveling to who knows where
freedom fair
it is their right

little woodland creatures rise
from their slumber in a cave
this place is strange
there are no faces
only eyes to mark the page
they stumble about
new to their footprints
what are they
children

we move about carelessly
carefree
to the sounds of wings and sunlight
tones i have never experienced
colours and hues inexplicable
every foal i meet
every cub, every kit
every little wonder in this world
all of them innocent

i turn my page and wander on
what does it cost to make believe
words are priceless in our minds
on the paper
in the dream
the dawn comes for all of us
the dusk waits to call us, but
when do we decide
when does the laughter cease

traveling inwards through my tale
i encounter that which my words fail
a small beast
unheard of, unseen
it is familiar
green eyes, a young forest mane around its head
a creature i know
words come to me finally
i am this little god
and you are me

Suffer The Little Children

he stood there on the forest wall
staring at the stars that fall this time of year
living through all the fires that call
we hear
speaking words that flow silently beyond
all that we can and will respond
to
over and over
again we come to the reason
conclusions of the season to you
spiritual words make no sense anymore when these things
appear
we do so revere these words
these chilling thirds and fourths
as they course through the bloodlines
our voices hoarse from crying
screaming at all that bring the dying
the only eye left is blind to the world
the suffering
justice no more in light of pale chanting
women bloodied and laughing
muddy waters rife with death and drugged children
left with emptiness and gun control
all we think about at night is
when will i die
when does this sick cycle send us forth to send the returner
the curtain caller
the dark fantasies of pale courtesans and opiates
dark dealings in the corner of copias
dystopian wonder is all
that’s the real concept we cannot will not shall not
give not want not understand not what you don’t got
close the door on the future and end the program
the rich get poorer each day as the poor bring calamity to the door
and hey
walk on that line of chalk as you trace the words you caught yesterday
the doors you open every day
will break before you get to May
goodbye and die and again and again
the earth is sorry my friend
we’ve lived and died in a world that won’t try
we’ve kissed the sky with our moonlight cry
all the while we’ve nodded in unison
shaken heads at the human clutter
broken our bread with the gods of society
these gods they stutter
let go and be gone from the cycle you make
only then will you listen to the words that will quake
in the minds of the wondering
the hearts of the needy
be still and fall prey to all that is chill
be strong in the night for your family dear
be cool in the school that the drugs cannot near
then you’ll get it
then you’ll stand trial with the people who let it
the people who got it but couldn’t be gotten
the men and babes that let the chaos cave
the order craves
be still my son
be calm and run
go be free good child with the daughters
the animals and callers
reappear as we once did my dear
find the place we call the land
and maybe then
God will understand