To stand witness o'erlooking The past I carefully curated To the truth I left behind Only to round the bend and Be greeted by a rhyme I ran through every corner Of my mind, tracing each Left hand path, never finding Anything more but another Severed start to the last Estranged through time to forget What I had feared What I had fled Was once so dear Was then pure dread Caught in the recast of a lie Until I decanted my thoughts From the remnants lingering Of dripping shadows that did belie The heart I had never really lost
Poetry
Youth Fracking
The conquerors came Looking for that Wellspring of life Plundering forth Through the ever Expanding new world Until they realized The fables were allegories To the richness they pulled From Gaia and her servants They found their true elixir Bred from the tears of Youth's future as they Broke on the barren remnants of Ravaging destruction and Evaporated into the accounts of Men in hidden mansions Man didn't become Krishna With Oppenheimer's witness But when he first struck Black gold And sold his soul For a piece of carbon
Route 101
I find myself within the purview Of that decrepit estate I know Too well, held captive in that Corner where the ivy grows to Abscond the coursing despondent Thoughts that seep forth From my fading steps Surrounded by the crippling Echoes of my silent discoveries Left here in a protruding Expanse of vacancy to Become that leaf limbed Statue of deserted dreams
Church
A lonely body in that solemn space In search of answers to ease their despair Unaware of the forc'd steps they will take To prove any such blessings to repair A form birth'd from the truancy of love Converting the tears from the most debased Into currency ascrib'd t'him above For those who can enter that holy place You who were gifted as a place of truth Eschewing your own teachings to promote All lies and greed, decreed by him forsooth To get what's yours and have them starve on hope You who claim to be the way to heaven Yet, only hell awaits for those within
Disgregation
I found finally a Stretch of beach Matching the fractality Of woes retched Through the breach Of digits futilely Poised to precipitate From my shaking heart The barnacles I bore Watching the waves lavishly leap to Lap them up, and Return to me freshly Washed pearls procured From darkened caves Tickling my toes In their return journey Helping me find The smile I had Unknowingly exiled I have stared too long Through the gazes of others At my own demise Spoke through a voice Not of my own That lessened a dawn Unto dusk I am a child of the stars Dimorphous dust distilled From the beginning of everything What great entropy Can diminish any such light?
Red White and Blood
You made a deal with the enemy Based solely on unfounded faith Sacrificing everything you said You stood for And hoped to Impart to me False faced figures Touting hope and freedom while Laying seeds of destruction Twenty years in the making You assured my honest children safety As they now enter the void of the noose That was your bare promise Democracy was merely a dream The Republic was merely a ruse Maybe if you suckled oil from my bare breasts Maybe if you mined gemstones from my southern lips Maybe if my kiss to you was sweeter You would have stayed Your own ideals And my people Not withstanding Now dark clouds once kept at bay Roll in with the passage of your day Seeing my sons sprout with hate That wasn't meant for their hearts Watching my daughters Disappear Once again
Circe
Long did I toil in this void vacant, eyes searching for you Not Knowing what treasure stretched o'er the umbilical motion of time Once greeted by fiery eyes of defiance to those wielding power Igniting down deep, action in rebellion towards him named father Fruitfully exiled to a home made all alone throughout Lost amidst long rolling waves which scattered dreams from me: helpless Accepting droll routines finally altered by your growing heartbeat Finding the moon and sun shining down on the bosom of my quiet soul Till that cold fateful day I had to release and watch you go Travelling now loose from my long solace to wander at my own free will Affording time to glimpse the silent mistress of the night seeing Your reflection in her honest gaze keeping me apprised Of your virtue, easing my chipped heart from forced division Learning now to follow every whim as I make moments matter
Odysseus
I should have listened To that shadowed prophet Speaking the truest wisdom Only found on the other side And returned home With all my men Reuniting deserted families Trading the blindness I inflicted to the Single eye of that Son of the sea For the blindness Of Pride That took both Of mine If I could but return From these hallowed halls I would lose it all All the glory and Immortality gained For just a chance To touch your skin Breathe in the life of My two sons To sit blinded To perpetuity For a fullness Of a life lived That is the curse of the living To never learn from the dead So now, I wait With ease on These black banks Refusing to cross with Charon Those darkened sea foam waters Until I am joined By my two Sons Serving time until You both grow old You may hate me For as long as you live But I will use all Of eternity to show you The love you deserved In the time I made lost So now, I wait In the eyes of men A lifetime In the eyes of gods An exhale
Telegonus
I waited my whole life to know you Raised by the waves and rocks The wolves and lions Held by the hidden wind Shaped by the prisonous mountains Knowing only Her that I grew from Her that loved me More than herself And yet I held every breath For you You who Never knew me Who could Not have known me The curse Or Blessing Of being a man The unknown gift Or misfortune Of being a father Maybe that is The necessity Of it all The cruel juxtaposition Of life, and Maybe that is What it means To be a man What it means To be a soldier What it means To sail from home What it means To be disposable Great men like fragile dominos Standing in those harvest lines Falling in ripe swaths to the Reaper's scythe—Never knowing The field of flowers They have left behind This anemone grew Under the shade of Motherhood Seeking the sun of his Father And when I found you You mistook me for an enemy And cut yourself down On my sharp blade of truth So I continue now Not in your name But in the name Given by my mother To break the cycle Of disjointed sons
Telemachus
I remember standing out there On those billowing banks Watching the undulating face of Poseidon spill smiles while Keeping at bay the longing of my heart Watching the ships sail Filled with dreams and desires I shall never hold Slipping off into that longing Line of earth and sky To that day when you arrived All of a sudden And I recognized you still Yet you knew me not Destined to displease you For your cutting wit Drew down the rope To hang my callow integrity But it could not die So instead you conjured From your vicious aptitude To send me off to Hades Even as I stood in the Light of Helios' glow I was never your son I just shared your blood And even that viscid liquid I have now rejected The only curse She could not break: Wherever your name goes Mine isn't far The truest gift She had to offer: Wherever my life goes Yours now is barred