When the deed is done
6 September 2017
Tilting head
From perception points
Stuck at joints
Light anoints
A jaded shadow set free
Darkness pervades light
Say instead
Light swallows darkness
Inside thin
Flickering
White on black blackened whitened
Checkerboard wizened
All is said
When the deed is done
Take a look
Loosened hook
The fish floating out in sea
Upstream and toil free
Reading of the poem:
The way Home – Sleep Dealer
Infinite dams Breed
7 November 2015
.
Hark the flaming fires
Through the lighted maze now flow
In Stillness my Speed
.
Light and Dark never
More than whims of rhythmic Heart
Broken is the Deed
.
The flesh spent in wine
Brethren’s stupor drunken dance
Their motto is Greed
.
.
Father fell now slain
His infinite waters spilled
Victim to the Creed
.
.
The crowd now heartened
Moved across the airborne fields
Within tree my Seed
.
Mother bellowed fierce
I heed not the power filled
Infinite dams Breed
.
Bring to me the meek
Those whose backbones subtle spent
Bowing silken Reed
.
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