I had some VERY slow shifts at work over the long weekend so i took my laptop and this was the result.
Poetry - ‘Suite Words’
I Love
She, the beauty, love and life -
She sat in both youth and ageless
Beauty.
With fire of young and wisdom of
Old,
She sat in wonder, glowing life;
She glowed and sat and flamed with life;
Her life was life, her love made life.
She sat under the apple tree,
The fire and the mighty flame;
She blazed, and though her light glowed bright
She sat in thought and thought of life.
C o n t e m p l a t i n g
The child she was,
Her wisdom shone above all else,
And so life, it goes; On
and
On
and
On.
And wondered she, where did it lead?
And wondered she, where did it go?
Her light glowed bright;
She thought and sat,
And blazed under the apple tree.
II Darkness
Deep and dark and
Disturbingly dangerous,
The spectres swirled amongst the shadows;
They hid floating with the mist,
Too dark - so dark as to
Blot out the light.
Yet the flame scared them,
And kindled a fear in their hearts so great
That they shivered at her name.
And so they stayed
In the shadows.
They dared not enter
The realm in which
The flame would burn through their black, black skin,
And melt the evil from their bones.
III The snake, he laughs . . .
The creatures, disgusting, filthy and sinful,
They hide in the shadows and indulge in their
Sin,
Wickedly defying the One they refuse to acknowledge;
Foolishly ignoring the Fate awaiting;
And vociferously declaring their glory to the world.
They live a life of
nothing;
Of emptiness and despair,
Finding pleasure in things that do not last,
And evil actions.
Their flaw is apparent;
It is manifested in their self-deception;
Their belief in the father of lies.
A reflection in a pool of water
Will reflect to them an image of life –
But they are made of death.
And the truth needs to be revealed;
But their hearts are hard with malice,
And their eyes are covered with scales.
Thus they linger
In the darkness,
And continue in
Ignorance of their own ignominy.
Their decay continues to spread like
Weeds in the darkness.
IV ‘He promises Life, ’ . . .
‘He promises Life,’
They whisper in the darkness;
‘He promises freedom,’
They murmur in fear.
The snake hears their whisperings,
And swoops like a vulture
On their dead souls.
‘What do you mean,
He promises Life?
Is this not life you are living
Right now?’
The souls in the darkness
Search themselves and find
They are empty.
The snake grows in fervour
And persists, ‘Are you not
Powerful?
Are you not in control of your lives?
See, look, you can do and have
Whatever your heart desires.
This One who you are speaking of,
His promises are lies,
And this Life he talks of
Does not exist.
He cannot give you freedom;
In fact,’
The snake rouses, determined,
‘He does not exist.’
The darkness grows darker,
The dimness grows dimmer;
And they believe him.
V And He declares . . .
The light, He walks,
A long and dusty road;
His feet touch the ground.
Calling His people,
He announces, ‘My brothers,
You were called to be free.’
The man is impervious;
His heart is strength,
And His bones are made of stone.
And as He passes the realm of
Darkness,
He does not shrink,
Or cower at their demonic ways;
Instead, He calls them forth and declares:
‘My brothers,
You were called to be free.’
The snake hisses in hate,
And flees from the footsteps
Which are lovely.
VI The plan
The snake boils inside,
And his hatred is so strong
And so malicious
That, let out,
A Pandora’s Box it will be;
An evil beyond imagination.
His hold is failing;
And what is will soon be
No longer.
And he knows his end is nearing;
The death and destruction of the
Evil one.
Panic!
Hate!
Rage!
Oh, they emanate from him
And, like a fog,
Burn glowing red
From his steaming heart.
A desperate last cling
To power and self-idolatry.
VII The King speaks
The King watches over the land,
Watching over his people
Like a shepherd watches over
His sheep in the pastures.
He holds himself as mighty ruler,
As a worthy father,
A sturdy rock;
The Judge of all things to come.
He is fair in all his ways;
He seeks justice for those who do good;
He condemns all evil and wrongdoing.
His throne is solid gold;
He sits on it and rules over the land;
He pours blessings on all his people.
‘My people, my sheep,
Come back to me!’
He cries out,
‘Turn from your wicked ways!’
He commands those he loves.
‘My children, my children,
Do not forsake me, your Father!
Do not forget me, and turn to foolish ways!’
The King cries out.
The people stone
They stare stonily;
They harden their hearts;
They ignore his call.
The King speaks –
‘My people, my brothers,’
I m pl o ring
‘Obey my commands,’
commanding
‘Love me
with all your heart and
with all your soul and
with all your strength,’
He declares.
Returns of
Stony stares once more.
VIII Thief
The thief sneaks through the dim hallway;
He creeps stealthily.
With evil intention he steals in the shadows,
And rejoices in every unlocked door.
Through the house
He continues,
Further and further –
– Going and going –
– He is nearly there!
The thief reaches the large entrance . . .
He reaches out to the handle . . .
And twists the doorknob . . .
It is locked.
On the other side of the door,
The King himself is standing guard:
The King;
The watch guard.
IX Joy
Each sunny day is filled
With brightness;
A radiant light
Which dances before the sun.
Dazzling rays of light
Dance upon the waves
Of a blue ocean.
Bells
Tinkling
Whispering sea
Swishing
Birdsong
Twittering
Gleaming waters
Shimmering
Children
Laughter
Sunshine
Blue clear skies
Watching white clouds passing by,
transient,
journey through the blue cloudy skies.
A landscape, rolling
Green grass plains,
Stretching to the horizon.
A beautiful sunset;
Pink and orange hues,
Paint the sky lovely.
Calm air, trees sway
With the busy moving Wind,
Ever continuing
On his Journey.
A friend;
The painter of the sky,
The maker of the plains;
The author of joy.
X Worship
People of Israel,
and
people all over the world;
Multifarious;
east to west:
Africa,
Asia
Brazil
Spain
Italy
Papua New Guinea
New Zealand
Australia
America:
Praise be to God in the heavens!:
‘Baruch ata Adonai Eloheynu Melech Ha-Olahm,’
Blessed are you O’ Lord our God, King of the Universe
Smallest grasshopper;
Animals on the African Plains:
Make noise!
Stamp
your
feet!
D n e
a c
and
sing!
‘Rejoice!
I say, rejoice!’
‘Lift up your heads,
Open the doors,
Let the King of Glory come in;
And forever be our God!’
Sing all ye Angels,
Blow your trumpets and SING!
‘Blessed are those who dwell in your house,
They are ever praising you!”
XI Spiritus, Sanctus, Sacer
‘Hear our prayer,
Spirit come,’
Descend, white dove,
and fill my cup.
Powerful force,
Overcome weeds,
Pour into the hearts
Of those who believe.
Cleanse and mold,
change and renew;
Wash away filth,
and restore hearts anew.
Fruit of the Spirit,
Ripen in me;
Cause hearts to open,
And eyes to see.
‘What beautiful love,
Lord,
That You have poured on me,
This mercy so undeserved.’
Be sent down to earth,
Clear running water;
Cleanser and changer,
Heart- maker anew.
Change hearts;
Convict
Change lives, and
Speak!
Ultimate Mercury;
Hermes;
God in Himself.
Third of Triune;
Blessed Sanctus.
XII Metamorphosis
The black tree stands
Rotten to the core;
Putrid from the inside out.
Withered leaves covering
From branch to twisted branch,
Dead, like the cold, dull winter.
The black tree is rotten,
It came from a black seed;
Fruitless,
Barren,
A cursed womb,
Where birth gives life to death.
Breath
Blown into the mouth -
Life giver,
Life saver!
Pour out, precious zephyr,
Sweet golden breath;
‘Come to life!’
New change;
M e t a m o r p h o s i s
As fairy tales end:
The ugly duckling;
The pieces are exchanged;
The old heart for the new!
Antique
(We are broken)
(We are bitter)
(We are faded)
The perfect purveyor
Has a special offer for you:
‘I will take your black antique,
Befoul burden,
And make it anew:
My gift to you.
Shall you accept
And thus let metamorphosis
Colour your world?
No longer black tree
But brilliant white.
Do not be worried -
No, I will take it
From you,
My pleasure -
I was born to do it.
No longer black heart
But brilliant white.’
So the white tree stands,
In the King’s courtyard,
Righteous forever.
XIII Truth
Sin, the curse of mankind is
Crux in the heart
Of every man
Conceived from start;
Within Eden;
Yea, from fall began.
Under penalty of death
we are ransomed
to satisfy
The wrath of God;
For we all sin;
Yea, for we all lie.
Yet a king possessing so great
Love hands his son
Over to hang
A tree upon;
To spare man death;
Yea, his son to hang.
Up from the grave he arose!
From vigoured seas
The aqua spring
Does stream release;
And we are saved;
Yea, acclaim we sing.
Within God’s realm, heavens bright,
Manifold shall
Believers praise;
In joy revel;
Lifting voices;
Yea, His name we’ll raise!
XIV Love II
How deep within the depths of man,
Within confines of misty blue soul,
Does a love so gentle
Abide and console?
A love that’s supernatural,
That transcends every other type of
Love, and every feeling
In the heart thereof.
XV Moderninity
From overbearing heights the silver trees stand,
Rock hard guarding the cities of dreams;
Whereby the poor beggar on the cornerhand,
His eyes cry the tears too tired for streams.
Forgotten amongst the flashes of Success –
Slavedriver of the human cravings and desire;
Do the tiny ants carry burdens of home,
Health, children, and – as affluent critters conspire –
Yoga, plastic surgery, and a Nokia phone.
while at home for christmas
driving up a highway to Seattle. I liked how my camera focused on the windshield and pushed the subject out of focus. that’s just my aesthetic
