I will be posting mpre poems from my archives when I get time. Lately things have been pretty busy.
Thanks for the comments April. I especially like (26).
Pete
Month: December 2004
Mending Light (A Psalm of Grace)
Why oh God are you not here?
Light of the world
Swing down on wings of white love
And
Gather me up from this dust heap
Carry my self –
Body and soul
To the realm of glorious praise
Where light is unfading and
Life is the ever-present
Where is life in this cracked earth?
Who lives here – all walk with
Dead eyes
Dead lips
Dead words
Dripping from a cavernous maw
Would that I could tear the tongue
From the emptiness that screams around us all
Still – I am not alone
The world continues despite itself
As we work, walk, sweat and creep along
Against all the odds
You softly speak to me –
– grace –
It sears itself into my heart
Burning bonds –
Chains wrapped tightly
So heavy
Burned away
Some how (grace)
Some way (grace)
Some one (grace)
And the world is still a lost place
But now instead of being among the lost
I am a polished mirror
Reflecting pure light
And the darkness flees in fear
Not all my hours are as bright –
This mirror needs cleaning
Light of the world descend
Clean this broken glass
Darkened by relentless scratching claws
Come forth and scorch the world in life
So we can watch the newness spring forth
And become a billion polished lamps
Blinding the deep and deafening forever
With our cries of…
HALLELUJAH!
And the broken shall be mended in the end…
Uncomprehending (Dark)
Clarity –
In the dark
There is all that we want
And nothing
In the dark…
An empty absence
Yearning to be filled
The dark
Desperation spins into the void
With beauty and lust and twisted visions
Of dumb wishes
But not the way it should be
The dark
Loneliness till you cry
Made in your own image
No foot-echoes
The dark
Then a thought (light)
And in the black it is white (light)
Not even the reality (light)
Just the idea is enough (light)
And it is never the same
The real dark – shattered
By the idea (light)
What than when the reality (light)
Hope is real (past/present/future)
(36)
Half way to death
(a Canadian average)
Enough wisdom
To be attractive…
(in an enigmatic sort of way)
Enough fat and baldness
To bring things back
To their proper alignment
(ahhhh balance)
Ya gotta love it
(No choice)
Psalm 73
There is no sense in darkness
Shadows
We stumble and fall
Walking with heads buried in black
Eyes pale white
Miserable, miserable, miserable
And the more we walk in dark
The more dark walks in us
Until
Darkness drives us mad
And all the while
The light shines
But we will not see
Until eyes open
And
Light makes sense of dark
Driving us to passionate cries of –
“LOOK! SEE GOD!”
Hope
Fading into the coils
Moon-bleached skin stretched thin
Across the sheets like dead bones
There is life yet within
But…
It feels like a life already dead
Echoes of the garden voice tempting
With words – only words
No power –
not THE WORD
So the blood that is drying
The heart that is dying
Can be renewed
Turn back.
We are but shadows dark
You know –
We were meant to cast them
Instead
A greater light scours them away
(and I too perhaps)
“If it were not for the light there would be no shadow”
(I hear it whispered into my ear, sensual poison)
Not true.
True light that envelopes cannot suffer darkness
come a winter day
(this is an experiement in rhyme – i call it free rhyme becuase it comes from me – a free verse poet attempting to rhyme)
come a winter day
white and brown and gray
passes this day
like many a day
passes away
memory’s a haze
blurring before our gaze
black & white photos
along these days
seconds and minutes and hours blend
they never end
white and brown and gray
darkening day
we move as shadows
bent to our knees
crying pleas
we pray
come what may
white and brown and gray
still remains this day
black & white photos
waiting on sun’s rays.
Poems
This is where I will archive my poetry. Everybody’s a poet (I know it, HA) I just happened to decide to put mine on the web. Cheers to those of you who like these. To those of you who don’t – cheers just the same.
Pete.
Harnessing Chaos 