cold winter snows echo, off the
surrounding withering breath;
as death walks like frost’s sense
coherent, swords Avail! Sound the forge,
tonight we explore, the tampering blade…
…it is like the cold cut in winter’s gaze
along steel, calm, blue and held in ways
that behoof the man, common day’s praise
like a high note feather following gravity down
down lullaby, let the baby become pure
along the epistle, music played waves
love returns, yet may not stay, yet –
string notes echo vibration’s wonder
like center sphere’s circumference wheeling
the fate in time, intrinsic colours
and as one can be, happily, in glee ¿
around nothing, empty, praise thee ?
but as the song, moves on, so do we
sorrow’s guidance arrow lost in depths
shadow’s steady marrow pulsing breaths
out and in the bones it collects
fire dragon smouldering what’s still left…
…Horseman arise! I see death walking…
what is Evil? something real
experience death cutting all your joy
yet alive eternally to your own noise
seldom doth thine praise abode
search they will to the bone
riding plagues in toxic waste
common taste, quick let us race
yet farther down, wells relate
to no this, nor that, all compensates
for not what is, is what is not!
sing the light rider’s hum
experience the fiddle and drum
for surrender, depth fathoms no-one
yet brings peace under the Sun
Solar Body talk, as a Sun
light daffodils waying in breeze defeat
as substance photosynthesizes, retreats
for night has come to the trumpets horn
war torn on liberties fabric
beneath above as below outreach
walk, run, gallop! to the hills!
the time of hell is now willed
forming shadows shapes condora picking
into the limbs alive, death surprise
all you know, doesn’t compromise!
Have you known the wells?
it is only Styx and Stones
and lurking bones marrow cores
from saving nothing but home
yet no heart, o so alone
faster, walk, slower run, evil towers
showering Sorcery destruction powers
grid-work held as the door
but Horse’s death chariot awaits the gate
to bring you around the Sun
or down to the Styx, alone Son?
Evil Good, Good is never Evil
so making what is evilly good
but good is not evil, -good
is still corrupted by
good evil that is good then
songs breathed the the Flow
a glow, a fire, radiant sorrow
like dancing note strings
singing, what does my heart sling?
or is it all temporal things?
No-way, no-home, death always is a cloud
mist fog before the rains
nothing but down-low to save
so pave breaths way
for good is not the day!