bruised pearls

the tears fall like chafe
cleansing and riding
the grit of deceit
from the bruised soul

it runs wild
looping
determinedly
....aimless
under the blue-black skies
with that umbered pearl
hanging pendulous and throbbed
a witness to
cherished resignation

its own gravel aghast
in untold and infant-decimal agonies
that pale in response
to a bairnish heartbreak

the trick is to layer thinly
like that orb
awash in blood and endearment
refract those sensations
let cope after weather
ever-ending contention
slip and slope off the contours

ahhh, to be the observation
instead of the casualty

chain shift

it's amazing how we all deceive ourselves, the mirror
and of course, each other
one word, one little utterance
can make you ask that all-important question......
who the hell was that i just opened my soul up to?

listen to the chatter, the filler
not what a person is trying to convey
oh no
listen to what's being said off the cuff

one flippant remark....
can open a crack you can see straight through
and give inadvertant passage to a psyche

facades are to be worn, yes, i agree
and some of them can be darn good
deceive even the donner at times
but one little phrase...

if someone doesn't even know themself....
then why the need to be someone you aren't
or someone you don't remember

i am so fucking tired of the game....

novennalia

during the sacred hush
the genius of the ninth hour gathers
grewsome trails abound
and obedience is stimulated beyond human endurance
only then may the initiator dodge through the ego
to walk the cycle descended
and then, then
the onliest can engage the finger of saturn
with silver on the left-hand path, invisible

the black of unpowered possibility
layered with the white of impure austerity
binds with the scat of humility
to allow the martyr free rein

take up that threefold thread
the furies' sting will not slough away
dread the fear that clutches
and take the time to adjust your karmic secret

do not allow another man's faith to follow you
and preserve yourself against the false lights
of irrational belief
know....dare....come full circle
....and be silent

widdershin’s pronation

i think i had a dream last night
or maybe it was yesterwhen
it's hard to tell particulars
in dreamtime

of a circling, ever coiling
hidden ardor all encrouching
furtive darkness, luscious gnarling
that blendt itself to shade

it crept closer, ever closer
with incremental gain
whilst i was looking else
and obscured

and i felt it....hmm, well let's say
i felt an unsubdued pollute
for it takes a special lense
to view a pestilated taint

but this landscape it was spotty
know those spots now don't you well
that rub the other way
when walking through the trance

these spots, they traveled
with me
a longside me
counter to me....
ever onward, down and forward and between

till my armor lulled
the limes unmanned
a thought distracts
i glance awry
and straight into my heart
it finds it's course

it took the wright
the devil's twirl
it fled the canopy's unfurl
oh, straight to
my echoed heart it clasped

and once it met
all fear was gone
twas like a longing
gone to ground
one i never even knew
i couldn't miss

and now it nurtures
guards and strokes
there for me everwhen and cloaked
my nobbin where were you about
before you came?

the crown tips

my eyes....
deceptively buffered by prose and lull
they squeeze out a semblance of emotion that tears at

my heart....
stutteringly aghast at prurient interest
it's beating rampant with combative charity crawling will-nill cross

my skin....
crushingly seared at seams of isolation
the necessity for hullish aversion infinite and unabridged via

my soul....
inviolate and unchaste in it's essential dispense of grace
where the whole does not dissect the one....transcendence

libelous adoration

the heart gasped
lurching in utter shocked stutters
drip dropping it's love down
the drainage clogged with mindless
fucking
refuse
that was scraped off in the numbing silence
of this mind rubbed raw by discourse

the intent, to leave it's smear on all and sundry
anything
anyone
but we....
totaled and forgotten
in the mad dash for disobliging infatuation
should we applaud?
exalt?
self congratulate?

....rescind?

the fag in god’s eye

ab initio….

from the beginning

the beginning of caprice, ache….kindness

devoured of the earth, held in a hollow full

with No Trespass admit….defeat

and surely no grimace witnessed

though ashes to ashes crest and pique

neer to quench the catalyst

it's throb cross those shadows bent

and surging with disregard

while slick with cunning….meet