January 4, 2007

bitter ash

to ken a lil bit 'o nothing
is to own the arcane's
trail of wreckage….
allow the path to twist,
though The Deceiver's view
verges on the blasphemous

the jewels of life's decency
though humble,
shine all the brighter….
did they exist at all
before adversity
had been swept aside
by time's draught?

the water sheds it's shell,
writhing
and disgorging forth
bitter ashes
to be swept away,
tarnished and mildewed
waves
left debauched
beside the shores
of affection and
torn, trampled
ideals

the hum…...oh the hum
of those left over thoughts
whirling
and gasping
for excess's splurge
the need to expel
tantamount
to a firey
conflagration
of echoed
fragility….
'for zenithed insights
wither….

owned by reason

doors and windows
wide and shut
the light
blindingly
uncouth
as it scatters
before truth's
vision,
one must always
empty the bottle
of picked over
senses
before the dream
can be denied

sacred
beginnings
mixed
and few,
wisdom's impact
blunt
oh....
to be owned....
by reason
....and frailty

saturn progresses
clutching to it's halo
uncanny dialogue,
the ignorant
forced to sink
deeper,
and cornered
observations
dragging loose
and random
spirits
chewed up
by innocence
towards the edge
of lucidity

spoken tedium inquires,
while life is sucked
from the marrow
of faith,
a model
of abused identity
....assuaged