Collected Writing: in History, Philosophy and Theology; Poetry, Politics and Commentary, Given in Prose and Verse
The boy lifts his head
Stares into oblivion
Fearing his shadow
Beyond the tempest
Of his desires he submits
Alone and silent
Watching her retreat
Diminishing with each step
She slips beyond view
A quivering lip
His unbidden tears, striking
His sinuses sting
Her cold rejection
Hot as the slap from her hand
Uncompromising
He swallows and stands
Stuffs his hands in his pockets
To conceal his grief
Bereft and undone
He shuffles his feet, and turns
Around and goes home
The sun pours through glass
The light on my face draws me
From my unconscious
Clear, the rising sun
Brushing away the blue night
With its warming rays
A beautiful smile
A flash of brightness, darling
Behind soft red lips
We dance in our dreams
Float, waltzing with the Sandman
Asleep and shining
A terrible smile
A flash of brightness, daring
Sharp-white, pretty teeth
Light up the heavens
The divine constellation
Jewels in the night
A taut steel cable
Stretched across the void, my grip
Is precarious
Tensions mounting as
The ravaged flesh of fingers
Torn inflexible
My agonized limbs
Like Tantalus in Tartarus
Hung like rotting meat
Rent, worn out, and torn
Separate from their sockets
Elongated pain
The abysmal maw
Opens in the dark, fetid
Breath like sulfur blows
The weight of silence
Crushed like wise old Sisyphus
Pushing up the hill
Dissolute, spinning
I am flirting with non-being
De-constructing, me
A trillion gaps
In my integrity, gaps
Ever widening
Leave me wondering
Am I really-real, how do
My atoms cohere?
The substance of self
A mass of tissue, fluids
Churning in the brine
Electrical nodes
Seeing and thinking, feeling
Being a construct
I am cognizant
Perceiving and resolving
The riddle of me
Costumed men trying
Desperately to impress
Costumed paramours
Bad jokes and humors
Fake lashes and furtive eyes
Laughter dissembling
Comb overs, up-do’s
Bad cologne, perfume and lies
False codes and signals
Compacts and powder
Cold sores and blisters, lip gloss
Peroxide and lies
We hide from our fears
Clowning, overconfident
Scuffed shoes and threadbare
Jennifer is she
Bright as a morning in May
Sensual and sweet
A light in the dark
My warming breeze in winter
February’s love
Freckles, and green eyes
Her flashing smile lights my heart
As the sun in spring
Clear as the bright stream
Swift as the rising moon, cool
In the evening
She listens to me
Sheltering my hopes, and dreams
Believing in me
She is strong, and fierce
I lean on her when I’m tired
And she carries me
Six years of loving
Kind and caring Valentine
Jennifer is she
Asking for a gift
Calling for a miracle
Fill the emptiness
Something for nothing
Receiving a bequeathment
Or nothing at all.
Beg the divinity
Obsequious and fawning
The supplicant mewls
Abandon the god
That hungers for your spirit
Who thirsts for worship
Ancient gods, of gold
Silver, and the war machine
Gods of slavery
Stolen sacrifice
Set the bloody gods on fire
A column of smoke
Bitumen and vice
The corrosion of virtue
Nothing is sacred
Soft, the silky sighs
Soothing, seeking silken lies
Slip beneath silk sheets
Yesterday’s kiss, lips
Blushing in the blissful mist
Touch on nothingness
Crumbling paradigms
Distorted perspective burst
Fallen monuments
Hallucinations
My vision shifts, slips.
Blurred waves in motion
I wandered alone
The impossible human
Seeking the divine
Scratching at the earth
Sleeping in the green-garden
The innocent world
Communing with God
No filters for my lenses
In the light of day
We talked and we danced
We drew pictures in the stars
As the mountains fell
