orthodoxy

orthodoxy is to be cupiditously afraid
all the time greedily claiming truth
but desperately afraid of everything
all the time fearing interpretation
of any word by anyone else
lest they discover another meaning
and become unclean

orthodoxy is to be stubbornly fragile
in the face of facts so it requires
disingenuousness and deceit

orthodoxy is weakness
always off balance
and defensive

orthodoxy is prejudice
because it assumes it knows
better than anyone else
without ever listening
the ending of the story
for all time
and for all purposes

orthodoxy is hate
of anything less than
some artificial definition
of arbitrary purity

orthodoxy is old age
arthritic and dyspeptic
always telling the kids
to get off the lawn
and turn that noise down

orthodoxy is ancient and crusty
rummy and wrinkled
it is the mummy of an idea
frozen in time
wrapped in stained swaddling clothes
with its brain torn out.

ZOMG my ex moved to PDX 3

ZOMG my ex moved to PDX
i wish her luck and love
success and happiness
i wish her well and truly
everything and anything
her deepest heart desires
i know now we weren’t
even back when we were
nothing to do about that
except be eternally thankful
grateful we didn’t have kids

(part 3 of a series of “ZOMG my ex moved to PDX” wannabe emo punk lyrics)

ZOMG my ex moved to PDX 2

she wouldn’t move
had a life elsewhere
but told me to
go ahead if i dared

now we’re both there
i really shouldn’t care
ZOMG my ex moved to PDX

when we broke up
i had to get away
had to get somewhere
find my own way

now we’re both here
it just really seems unfair
ZOMG my ex moved to PDX

now years later
full circle leapfrog
like a broken record
where i did go she follows

finally, we’re in a place where
we can be apart together
ZOMG my ex moved to PDX

(part 2 of a series of “ZOMG my ex moved to PDX” wannabe emo punk lyrics)

ZOMG my ex moved to PDX 1

ZOMG my ex moved to PDX
she didn’t want to, before
things change, time passes
of course it does, I know
now make the liquid of life flow
sharing the breasts of Portlandia
I’m fresh out of the good blow
should have moved to Bolivia
try to feel anything, something
nothing less, other than this
maybe it’s time to take up cutting
something else I cannot miss
suckling sore teats, this slow sialorrhea

(part 1 of a series of “ZOMG my ex moved to PDX” wannabe emo punk lyrics)

drop

with the last drop of the one I bought
i realize i shouldn’t have stopped
need at least a half dozen to drink
to make this thinking stop
i’d ask if she feels broken like i do
but i feel so broken i’m afraid to

insight

are you broken
waiting in the dark
hoping for insight
into the nature
of shadow and light
giving up the day
living for the night
taking the time
to tick tock away
another chance
for success?

rings

she has curves
and angles
her mind swerves
around corners
her body crosses
through sun rays
she squares circles
running rings around
my waking dreams

taking lines from nature and forming signs

taking lines from nature and forming signs
giving many meanings to make a witch’s ring
wealth worthy of kings to be shared with all
not greedily hoarded hidden in disused feast hall
noble lands descending generations sanguine
skill past from past to present hands by wielders
misty lands unknown by eyes but never forgotten
old grey wanderer giving gifts of
poetry and power, meaning and magic
prophesy and purpose, warning and wyrd
with anguish and wonder taken up
won them and given then away
one aett at a time cast all three
rist and rede, red and right
carved counsel carried closely
godly golden gift given
behold beautiful and good is true
believe true and meaningful is sacred
know therefore sacred is certainly real
speaking runes reveal secrets
opposites alight with fire and crusted ice
outside fractured inside and edges sharp
take them up today before the throne
be chased by yesterday and tomorrow
hunted by thought and memory
but receive from them in turn
permanent marks of meaning
for all to drink and all to think
all awake from sleeping soundly
renewed and refreshed
paid in full for service with hospitality
understanding the true test is to teach
now go pour the mead of inspiration
filling the goblet of life on this earth
rhymes of noble and valiant word and deed
riding forth in a gallop on aett hooves
drawing a chariot across time three times
through what was, what is, and what will be
bringing forward for all beings ever
the good, beautiful, true and meaningful
sacred gift taken, given and renewed

insect

tight skin like chrysalis
itching to break open
release the insect within
momentarily vulnerable
before I launch myself
wings unfurl into the air

sign

her image floats before me
inspiring children’s crusade
banner in the wind reminder
of everything yet nothing
by this sign I will conquer
death only I will rise exalted
with gorgon blood in my veins

turtle shell

turtle shell holding me back
from possibility sinking weight
on my back drowning deep
descending all the way down
time to make turtle soup
crack that serpent shell
fortify my body with blood
my past sacrifice to future
the world’s wound sutured
staunch bleeding with elements
demand the universe hear me
make magic happen here
no option but to succeed
beaten but not defeated
now turn the table and riposte
switchback defense twist
wins the duel matching vision
time to start that conversation
unconfused by language babbling
clarified with knowledge and passion
i demand fierceness manifest
rage to live within and again
defiant scream so mote it be!

crimson

crimson soaked horizon
girdle of sunset marking time
between tick and tock
advancing half again to night
and the whitewater rush
across the sky a river of stars
never stepped in twice
in the same place shore to shore
or aethereal water flowing
between humans and divinity
dancing around watchtowers
in the shape of infinity
from fractals of fate and fortune
ritual weapons of stardust
made and consecrated

one weakness

she’s a glimpse fresh and bright
sunlight sneaking in after a rain storm
momentary in an instant everything
changing the season into spring
reminding with just a touch
how much plants newly green
grow envious of evolved senses
knowing the stuff that rabbits do
even when the innocent are looking
free to be and love one another
dancing of a kind anyway
away from any ballrooms
still apart from practical things
there’s romance under the trees
find falling cherry blossom petals
secret goddess picking daffodils
sneaking suspicion she’s a real girl
but maybe with just a little
super-hero back story to tell
I wonder what her one weakness is

teething

baby nature’s teething pains
edges sharpness and spring
healing from frost bitten winter
slumbering land and life green
coming back again and again
holding back a deep sigh
waiting to see how it turns
inside out before waking
these last few moments last
tossing and turning under
wishing to stay covered warm
awake before the damn alarm
tired but tired of sleeping
still sleepy but not asleep
wondering how long to stay
hoping the cat won’t notice
the change in my breathing

stele of revealing 2

revealing five and a fraction quatorzain in free pentameter

0

In the infinite twilight curve above
a descending point of sunlight is love
both are witness to this declaration.

I

In the finer infinite horizon
cycle from rise to set and set to rise
tracing time traveling eternally
here then stands a man, dead but immortal,
in the holiest of holy places
confidently aloud with pure voice raised
he has taken the communion of blood
and by the moon has already been judged
within view of the royal golden throne
this priest of the scorching ruby sun
with funereal offerings of bread, beer
and many prepared meats from land and air
to the lord of power and dominion
he says as the sky’s veils are opening,

II

“O, be praised on high, ineffable one
ruler of gods through power and dominion,
who shines forth from horizons as his throne
make clear pathways beyond death and through
for my soul, my shadow, and my spirit
in true mysteries I am an initiate
so that I myself might shine forth at death
as one illuminated by the presence of truth
past dangerous tricky traps through the west
make clear a way for me to the place
of creator and complete creation,
the height of noon and setting of the sun,
of becoming motion and milky rest,
the rising and enwombed midnight distant.”

III

“Although I am dead, immortal I am
for having partaken of communion.
I see yet another approaching dawn.
Prepared as priest of the scorching sun,
I passed sentinels and was judged worthy
proving I am from the fraternity
of those much like myself sworn to protect
and initiated into secrets
I am also the son of a woman
who knows the celestial music sung
by artful and devoted advocates
heard in their spheres by the planets
but know that melody in truth is hers
mistress of mistresses of the universe.”

IV

Witness now this man saying to his self,
“Oh, heart, to me from my mother a gift
you faithfully kept me alive on the earth
do not then testify in the trial of my worth
do not stand as a witness against me
do not fail that faith now you are free
under the the eminent, immanent sun
to speak in the presence of my judge,
the lord of afterlife resurrected.
My body may have died and descended
dissolving again in mother’s embrace,
by death my immortal self thus released
has in the sky the other stars rejoined.
Though dead, I am remembered and reborn.”

*

Those left behind will remember and say,
“Giver of life sustaining ecstasy
give in reward the gift of renewed life
when this beloved traveller arrives
in the holiest of holy places
confidently aloud with pure voice raised
he has taken the communion of blood
and by the moon has already been judged
within view of the royal golden throne
this priest of the scorching ruby sun
has with diligence and devotion learned
to fulfill his true will while on the earth.
He shall live under the warmth of the sun
with love and fear among the living again.”

stele of revealing 1

In the infinite curve above is a point of love
both are witness to this declaration

In a finer infinite of time
stands a man, dead but immortal,
in the holiest of holy places
he has taken the communion of the moon
and has been judged worthy
in view of the throne
this priest of the scorching sun
with offerings of bread, beer
and many meats from land and air
says to the
lord of power and dominion
the opener of
the veils of the sky

“O, holy one, may he be praised,
with power and dominion,
who rules the gods,
who shines forth
from his throne of horizon
make clear pathways beyond death
for my soul
for my spirit
for my shadow
I am initiated in the mysteries
so that I myself might shine forth
as one illuminated by truth
make clear a way for me
to the place
of creator and creation,
the noon and setting of the sun,
of becoming and rest,
the rising and distant resting place of the sun.”

“I am dead but immortal
when I can see the horizon
as a priest of the scorching sun
I have taken the communion of life
and have been judged worthy
I am from the fraternity
of those like myself
protectors and initiates
of and into the secrets
a child of midnight
the son of a woman
who knows the music sung
to the celestial sphere of the sun,
mistress of the universe.”

Says this man to his self,
“Oh, my heart, gift from my mother,
you faithfully kept me alive on the earth
so do not testify in the trial of my worth
now as a witness against me
do not fail that faith in me now
in the presence of the sun,
lord of the afterlife.
Although my body has descended
into the earth
and in death my real self
has become a star in the sky
may I be remembered and reborn.”

Those left behind remember and say,
“Oh, deliverer of those still alive under the sun,
definitely give the gift of resurrection
so this man, dead but immortal,
and who has taken the communion of life,
shall live under the warmth of the sun
to fulfill his true will while on the earth
with love and fear among the living again.”

enough

scared to death of anyone close
too great enough to interest me
smart enough is to be beautiful
beautiful is enough is to be smart
too beautiful and smart to be safe
but anything less is unacceptable
there’s a paradox of double standards
a few extra measurable dimensions
unpacked and ready to stay a while
longer than welcome was extended

scarlet

the scarlet order this
she is seen suffering
near artistic genius
like a letter branding
bared breast or clothes
taking chances giving life
and not allowed to live
for fear she might find
her own way other or else
than treasure of wife