Thursday, November 19, 2015

a nightmare in the morning

a/n: verse two is paraphrasing Tolkien in The Return of the King, or the movie the Two Towers. The poem and the first verse should be credited in part to S.


this was the dream my mother had,
a nightmare in the morning:
shallow waves washed over the lawn
casting dead men on the shores
of the parking lot

this was the dream a maiden had
a nightmare in the morning,
she stood on the crest of a high black wave
and its shadow fell on all the lands
and blotted out the sun

this was the dream the child had
a nightmare in the morning,
a wall of water, crashing over a toy town
killed the one real man inside
and the roar of water covered her cries.

this is the dream the woman had,
a nightmare in the morning
shallow waves washed up on the beach
and him, salt water kissing his cold skin,
on the hard shores of that cold land

water is a thieving god
and a trickster one

he hears our prayers
our unqualified cries for mercy
and gives it to us, indecently
throwing back the shadows
of what we used to love
with the driftwood and dead fish



Monday, November 16, 2015

not here

do you hear the bombs as they explode?
the cliff clatter of gun shot?

do you hear my crying?
these sobs shake the world
uncontained by my weak frame

there is no peace,
none but what's in my cup 

no freedom
none at all

no love
not here

Sunday, November 15, 2015

only that

if i die in all this violence
life lost among falling leaves and
burning cities
it was only life

and if my nerve breaks
if i flinch
among these bullets

if i stutter when stared down
it was only failure
only broken spirit

and if i recant
if my tongue speaks lies
if i deny, thrice or more
it was only truth
only faith

fires burn
cities burn
souls burn
and mine
may be among them yet

but to the bitter end
and the end will be bitter

if i am dead,
broken,
if i speak lies before men
before my Father in heaven

then i am dead, broken, burning
and it is only that

you,
you will still be in my mind

my constant thought
my earnest wish
always ever on my lips


Monday, November 2, 2015

mystery

let me tell you how it is.
She is to Me
as I am to you
and He to Us
as you to them