Throw Away the Treasure and I’ll Be Fine
Throw away your soul
I’ll throw away mine
Together we will dig and
we will find
Gone…
The verse was last
the curse was cast
We broke it together
but you went to wander
Alone and afraid
I watched you go
Pause, My Love, and Kiss Me
Why didn’t I pause you,
on the way out of the wood…?
I could have paused you.
Why didn’t I kiss you,
on the graveled over path…?
I could have asked you to kiss me.
There is not sufficient time,
In the span of human life…
Not enough time to show you
Waiting with Mumford and Moses
I anticipate
falling heavy
into your arms
I know you
will come home
without a harm
And I claim
the promise
that these days
Where I’ve knelt,
and suffered,
will blow away…
Virginal Love
Who is she who can know my sorrow?
What woman, blameless, has lost the love
of a good man?
Truly, if I am without fault,
and he without guilt,
what woman can know my sorrow?
The Feminine Crucifixion
I open my mouth
and I drink of thyself
I am a vessel - fill me
Fill me with thy agony
I’ll kiss away the bloody sweat
I’ll soothe the dried and bloody mat
of hair from off thy Sacred brow
and kiss the lips that suffer now
My eyes are dark, they cannot see
But what else shall there be but thee?
My mind can grasp your presence, Lord.
And that is all I shall gaze toward.
Heavily Undead
My head lies heavy, but undead
As I writhe upon the bed.
My neck cannot support its head
My broken body - limited.
The Agony of Divine Pain
What mortal vessel can contain
the agony of Divine pain?
He hath chosen that I remain
And at His cross I lie here slain
I beg that Savior’s blood shall stain
Upon my body, soaked like rain
And at my side a piercing pain
A stabbing in my pounding veins
The Pain of the Father
I weep here.
As I lie,
I gasp.
Who can know the pain of the Father?
Who has known the anguish of the Son?
Do the many branches
know that pain
shall emanate from the tree?
Awhile…
Hi.
How you doing?
It’s been awhile
since we talked.
Glad to hear you’re doing well.
You tell me lots of surface things
But all that I can think
Is I don’t know what makes you smile -
I don’t know what’s underneath.
Bells
I like to see little bells;
Each little one tells
A story of fun and joy
And makes a clamorous toy
Desires Inside
Nervousness, and trembling flowing over
Why the insecurities under
my beating heart, my blanking mind,
my rushing through impossible time?
Only the Lover…
When only the lover sings
then death has lost its sting
and we are saved from the fall
From the doom of it all.
Brickety-Brackety Noise
Curtail the brickety brack of
clicketing clacking noise that distracts
from free-flowing thoughts and words and forms
and disable temptations toy’s
The Stolen Time Machine
Even a box that flies
Through star-studded skies
Can be commonplace in grand scheme, flown
By a madman running away from home.
Receive, Oh Woman. Receive…
In me is generated the
love of the generator…
I receive my beauty.
Shall I speak of my beauty?
No….
Only he may speak of it.
All Wrong
The world is horrible - it’s all wrong
It is corrupt, and done
It is utterly eaten away from the inside
It is sterilized by shit
It is wiped clean of all that is good
Upon the Shore
Upon the shore, I stand and wait
A mast, a lighthouse
In the nook of the cape
And the wind whips my dress
It batters and beats
Its paltry attacks
Borrowing
Borrowed finery
Borrowed future
How long do I have to wait for you,
wait for the future?
I have borrowed
against the day
When my disguise
will fall away…
The Trinity of Times
In the expectation that three times
I shall know
In the complication that twice
have come and gone
In the coronation of marriage
within my soul
I tremble, and I wait
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