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Letters to a God

Seek not the thoughts that would leave us in limbo
Nor the solemn disquiet that pulls us apart
The conscious mind knows not the path to follow
It is the unconscious that leads us to all that we love
All that we trust in this world, far above
It is not down below where we find the weak
Nor the ones that would lead us into way of harm
There is the reason we toil in sorrow
And there is the ruin, the terror, the answers we seek

Fear not the questions you would bring to a god
The power of reason has no earthly rival
Nor does it seek to succumb to one weakness
The weakness of thought in theological spiral

Far and forever in worlds led astray
Do the merry men pause in a battle of words
Debacles and torture for those that are clear
Of conscious, of calling, and all that deludes
Seek not the sullen, or manipulative tongues
That weave and wag as the moon in its hour
Nor taste of the fruit that the bards would deliver
There is harm in the tune, there are minds to pollute

Hope and Despair are cut from the same
From all earthly conclusions delivered to blame
We strive and we seek not solutions we need
Nor do we cut those that harbour and hoist
The mantle of messages, poisonous pain
To strive, to seek, to find not the answer
Nor the blood that we need for removal
A cancer
Conundrums of cause yet we cut not the cloth
That would blind us at every hour and vein

Oh why do the answers not come with a name

Wisdom for fools is what the book bends
And we are but ears to the men that would end
A blind man would seek to find vision at home
Not to fall far from the world he would blame
Nor to find fault in the words of a saint
We are what we are
He is what we ain’t

Deliver us from evil and all of its taint

Talk no more of a world and its cost
There is no saving grace for the ones that have lost
For the ones that cry wolf or eat from the fruits
Of evil men and trees of barren ash
We’ve come full circle and time has now swollen
As a tongue of a child, bit by false truths

Seize not the hour to fight for what is
Nor to find falsehood in all that you see
Strength is decay if you lack constitution
Derivative of death and a long lasting kiss
A touch of remorse in the morning that follows
A dawn of delusions and far removed thought
The conscious mind knows not the path
Nor is it hollow

All that we trusted in this world, and above
It is the unconscious that led us here

Not his love

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The Spinning Wheel

If all the world knew what it cost to keep us spinning
around the corners of last year and the roads ahead
what would they say if they knew the words I spoke?
or the time I needed
what would they use to tie the chords of my soul?
aside from that which carries me home, your thread
my ruse conceded
say no more to the time it took for me to write this
I come to you in hours dire
the world is shattered and my mouth is fire
my time has ended
my love
befriended
the stars I have sought in this life of mine
they faded years before
we are out of this world now
and out of time
the message you seek has found no meaning
it is just that, a message
death comes to all; it is beauty untold
fingers of fear fall from my lips
as I sing to you of a world I once knew
a world I once ventured to
oh if you only felt the pain I would swallow
and the time it took for my heart to catch up to you
if the gods could write poetry, their words would be familiar
they would write of your hair
your eyes
and the smile that cut the cosmos
to say you are a merely a woman would be a fallacy
but to say you are not the fairest
would be untrue

Dreamer, Drifter

My mind drifts from red dust to daylight
on and off the switch flickers
thick and thin, matters not to all the sin
all the sound, sights and ceilings that I’ve laid my eyes upon
hold the light as I fall to to the floor
your message burnt into my skin
your eyelids heavy from the warmth within

we fight daily, but we live freely
we fought the world and fell
the darkness thrived on our dealings
lately, I’ve found your hair soothing to the touch
a blessed feeling
no more nails, black water and paper trails
malice trickles in from the window
sunrise to sunbathed, we’ve found the world wanting
I linger on, unscathed

the widow calls out to the world in my stead
I have left this place in my shadow
back turned and nose burnt
I walk onto woodland paths unknown to those that laugh
no houses, no cabins or keeps to break the deep
longing I have for the worlds I’ve left behind, in my sleep

long ago have I noticed your embers
your dearly departed eyes have left the world watching
waiting, and I am touched
not by the wanting, or wounding or winding trails
and all the while we stood still in time, as I failed
again and again, we broke bread and shields in the twilight
onward to the hallowed halls of undying

onward to shallow graves and empty nests
filled with those fathers of empty threats
empty hearts, and eyes to look upon corpses we despised
but we loved them, we knew them
we watched them grow and die and again
we fill the coffins with rain from our tangled eyes

see the symphonies that I weave with my woe
with my heart on my sleeve, my light had to go
our swords fell to pieces and our words turned to ash
to barren lands, broken mountains
the waters drew back as curtains made of clouds
I walked alone, with you in my shadow
and yet I found you far ahead, always growing
always so beautiful, always so bright and unafraid
always smiling, a faithful companion
to the end

long have I waited for this day
this hour and moment in the dull dew of May
I find myself now in the fields of dreaming
dark with sunspots and too much feeling
follow me once more, my love
into light we cannot know
into the hearts that helped us grow
to lands unknown and unaffected
by the world we know
a place neglected