Others took a classic course
in pondering the muse.
I explored more recent routes
for want of more to choose.
I found a lady washed with white
I found an angry man.
Then found a lack of subjects
for this adoring fan.
The Classic Course
Broken Hearts…
Broken hearts are not precise --
they have no metronome.
There is no urgency to beat --
no rhythm to their song.
Such hearts disgrace their owners
by bursting out of hand.
Will not be calmed nor pacified,
nor silenced on demand.
A Bitter Pill…
Who will find my grief for me?
I cannot look alone.
Its aspect is too harsh to bear --
a bitter pill to own.
Back when I was electrified
Back when I was electrified
I flowed with dazzling light.
I coalesced and turned about --
My tantrums lit the night.
I darkened days through force of will;
laid siege upon the land
I flooded it with rain and sleet,
then pelted it with sand.
My passions knocked the seas around
in watery convulsions.
While men made small and vain attempts
to limit my compulsions.
But now I find my strength has waned --
No lightenings heed my call.
No cateclysms fill the air
and so confirm my fall.
I seek to reinstate myself,
break forth with angry thunder.
While worldly forces lay in wait
to tear me all asunder.
Were I again electrified,
consumed once more with power.
I'd storm the earth from end to end --
assault it by the hour.
Big Bang
Why would anyone build a world
designed to fall apart?
Byproduct of some cosmic blast --
a great celestial fart.
What could cause this space debris
to form itself in chains?
Bound by finite mortal forms
and doomed to cold remains.
Why should a vacuous expanse
collapse to mold a heart?
When better sense would indicate
a preference not to start.
What makes a single cell multiply
to change its form and function?
When all its bold attempts at life
will end with final unction.
How can the human soul exist
enslaved by earthly pleasures?
When all along its passion burns
like piles of earthly treasures.
AIDS II
I broke my heart again today
and spread the world with tears.
At first I thought to save myself
but then was lost to fears.
I hungered for the good old days,
and more for good old friends.
I wept when I awoke to find
they'd met unhappy ends.
Queen of fire
Queen of fire;
Pele's friend.
Bride's desire
with time to lend.
Brilliant muse
from comets twinned.
Summer's peak;
sweet dividend.
intimidation
Intimidation of the soul
by unsuspecting mortals,
Tends to cause a tender heart
to close away its portals.
Often this poor consequence
is subject to belief,
And never having been applied
will offer up relief.
Rage.
Anger is a weak excuse
for what I need to feel.
Fury comes no closer
made feeble by my zeal.
Rage is just another word;
immature emotion.
Ferocious urges soothe me,
earning my devotion.
Prayer
I say my prayers in the name of the Father --
in whose Name so many were slaughtered,
their blood flowing back through history,
to prehistory . . . and beyond.
I say my prayers in the name of the Son --
He who is Christ our Lord,
Who was born a man,
Lived and died --
all in the name of the Father.
I pray in the name of the Spirit --
Whose blessings are beyond my meager understanding . . .
and yet are not enough to stop the slaughter --
done in the name of the Father.