Everything Is Broken

EVERYTHING IS BROKEN

Everything is broken

Everything falling down

The things I thought I knew

The people that I’ve known

The sadness of it all

Like Ophelia’s gown

Plunged in darkest waters

Begins to pull one down

Weight upon the shoulders

Weight upon the back

Bursting heart asunder

Tired soul’s hope doth crack

Looking to the sky

Look into the earth

Ask the question why

Shadows cloak the girth

Clothes of burlap sack

In the falling ash

Turn ‘round wondering eye

All the world is black

Where is friend and family?

Who hath made us foes?

Killing with our words

Ugly thoughts come and go

Tangled forests of the mind

Melting globe’s failing show

Bathed in  moonlit lava flow

Piercing lilith’s terabinth

Glowing sweat upon the brow

Running out the breath

Wearying the violent clay

Pale in swamp and pouring rain

The whooping crane flies away

Dost thou flee a lost friendship's pain

Or be ye a shade upon the land

Sent to rent the cloth once sane  

Deathly soldier with sickle in thy hand

O roaring destroyer come among us, 
Go back From whence you came,
Away from warm hearth's loving brand

Kill not the rose, 
Cast not thy poison o'er the brae

Descension, hate and lies sowing in the heart of man

May you and cursing die in the blinding light of day

When the brilliant shock of Heaven’s Sun 
Doth reign life upon us once again.

Springtime

Walking in the morning mists of Springtime
Her dewy kisses bringing forth the blossoms
Nursemaid to her young in mountain and meadow
Wet nurse to the wild and tame creature alike
Giving birth to the beginning tender months
Darling white April, dearest pink and blue May
Chased along by handsome ruddy June
In every heart the music of life abounds
Melodies of discovery, and songs of love
A redolent cornucopia of colorful progeny
Buttercup, Daisy, and Dandelion fine
Grape, Citrus and Honey in red and white wine
The green of grasses, shimmering leaves and swaying trees
Flying birds and glimmering bugs, shiny fish and little feet
Gentle sun upon his bed of clouds beaming with pride
Fixes a bow curving down through the wide heavens
In celebration of motherhood and the arche of creation
Here the eternal and finite in amorous embrace
Restore hope and joy as the cold sleep of winter melts away
Displaying beauty and the newness what is now
Shedding light on what should be, and filling the senses with hope
Touched by the caressing wind's foretelling of a more glorious Spring yet to come!

Wheat in the Grainery

Wheat in the Grainery

O the stupidity of bureaucracy

The mendacity and monotony

With its tendency toward autocracy

And condescending snobbery

Conditioning thoughtless lobotomy

On the masses in chicanery

Till from the grave with lilting melody

Muffled voices cry in harmony

To the headless horsemen of plenary

You shovel dirt and filth and sod o’er me

With head down as wheat in the grainery

Be ye not dismayed with the foolery

Rather look on it like a magic serendipity

Serving not the masters of inefficiency

Conversely, employed in a congenial reality

Extending a hand to forgotten needy humanity

To thankful friend, community and family

Unto One, who shouldered man’s brutality

Sheltering us from our certain mortality

Thus enobled and contented, we engage our capacity

Head of the Vale

Head of the Vale

Two hearts alive in love

Softly holding one another

In the warm flood of yellow light

We stood high up at the head of the vale

Rolling down and spreading out before us
A blanket full of life and many shades of green

The Wind spoke heaving sighs of silence

Greeting our faces with cool streams

Perched upon a palatial sandstone

The lizard welcomed our advance

A king snake bade our leaving goodbye

Hissing quickly up the hilly underbrush

Hawks pointed out the trails below

Circling far above with large eyes

Tattooed under the raptors' winged expanse

Rabbits played and ran
Coyotes hid In their dens

From each passerby shown a fair countenance,

Like the flowers of blue, red and yellow,

Of serene happiness for the chance

To walk, to breath, to see, and to feel the rigor

Of the curving way once again in the spring of life

To experience the dancing animated vitality 

And the buzzing of little wings

Before the hills, trees, wild grass and bush

Must once again become brown

With every step down into dry gravel

Bringing up the hot dust.

Beautiful American

O Say can you see by the dawns early light

The beautiful american standing on your foreign shore

With lots of ideas and money to buy more

At uncle Harrah's big fat store....

Smoke a cigar buy a fast car and go go go

To the countryside or late picture show 

Because you know its the beautiful American way

Dedication To a Poet

You must be a fairy

From the far away land of Ire,

For your words flow like the spring,

Fly like a bird and sing

Like a brooklet

Without beginning or end,

Only the shimmering of sunlight

Through the whispering trees

In the purity

Of the moment

And season

I turn my eyes away now

As I cannot bare to look intently

Upon such brightness

That pricks the heart so well -

So masterfully do the fairy people

Bend the words that move the spirit

To lift the face and eyes of life.
Blessings and every success

In the great venture of

Spending the treasured text.

Salutation

A couple couplets more, until then,
May the wind fare thee well again and again ..
- and to all, fly ye like the wren,
Far above the company of common men,
Nay, beyond mear words,
In the peaceful presence of the great - I Am.

In the Green of Eden's Shade

We the ones that He hath made

In the green of Eden’s shade

Shall we not in this new day

Unto Him render praise

Glorious in power

Wonderful in might

Follow we His holy light

In His Prince do we find peace 

Gracious mercy our hearts to keep

High upon the mountain shelf

Kiss the one who is our help

Upon Him cast our entreaty

Who holds creation in entirety

Great, the Lord strong and mighty

Come to Him for every good

Away with evil stone and wood

Cry out in the darkest night

To Thee o star of morning bright

Calms He the lion and ocean’s roar

Standing by the fire, on the seashore

Knocking at one and every heart's door

Blessed be He who comes in the name of the Lord
Holy is His Name now and forevermore

A False Prophet's Bed

It’s not right, just not fair
The purity, justice, honesty
So hide the sunshine, sow despair

Too many varieties of  flavor
Rather, show an empty chair
Not Vanilla, nor Chocolate spice to savor
No, offer but water scented air

Slap the tender cheek
Report the action kind
Mislead and maim the meek
Bring roses and lavender to mind
While serving the rotting rind

A curse upon your tongue
A blight upon you hand
Within you flames have begun
Beneath your feet sulfurous sand

If this pen of grief and anger
Could but become an ax
‘Twould gut this play asunder

Nobody to listen
No one to care
Looking out the window
Nary a one there

A bus load of empty seats
A trick without treats
The stupidity continues
None questions or seeks
No original syllable speaks

Social thought control
In each plebeian soul
Flatten every forehead
In a fight for old bread

Yes dumb it all down
Lend a thoughtless frown
Repeat and regurgitate
Think hard and meditate
Imprison minds and then restate

Tell the sheep what is fair
Then all may march
Single file without care
But for the grace of Truth
Go we all there

Does the voice make your head
A false prophet's bed?
Do the words in your heart
Tell you where to start?

Television grows the mold
Allows dark fear to take hold
Hide the shepherd, do what is told
Clever black contemplation
A corrupting manipulation

No content to the schools
From empty headed fools
Teaching politically correct shoulds
And silly faux science falsehoods


Sober shouting common-ism
Parading with fanatic fatalism
But we say nay to faceless oligarchs
In the headless speak of media arts
And scribbling lines in legal courts

We’ll not trade in our parents
To buy pawns with magic talents
Nor purchase pairs of Nike shoes
With our souls for your empty blues

We’re not changing our religion
So unwinds the mechanism
With the help of love from God above
Eyes and self, averted from the perverted,
From the cold edifices of heartless love

Unseeing, unknowing in demise
Yet, self proclaimed as wise
Despicable and broken in disease

Rejected and ejected
Now unprotected
Not one suspected
Un-whole and dejected
The unholy thing reflected
Thoroughly disrespected
Evil unelected
Deceptions inspected
Propaganda dissected
Destroyed and disconnected

Grieving tears cleanse all the earth
Washing away ideas without worth
And the bloody corpus lay slain
As many spirits arise in rebirth
Lifted far above the dull and vain

As the weathervane
Points toward heaven’s plane
The tides of consequence fall
Blanketing death lies in a burial pall

Covering the green ivy’s stain
Of the utopian power in shame 
Each owner to frighten and appall
Red faces turned ashen in pain
In the Light cast down upon all.

Red Wine Divine

The red wine
Is divine
Softens I suppose
The Lachrymose
Symbol and sign
That rising overflows
This heart of mine.