*

Though I do not know who you are,
I feel a time where once I knew,
So sweet and subtle a feeling gay,
In midst of fog and dark did blur lights,
Who knew not this man to enter a gaze,
So kind at first, but cold at last,
Though few doses was enough, it wasn’t:
Like a drug mixed with the driest wine,
Who knew not what it was, what he drank?
Only a bitter taste with sweet after tones,
But knew not an effect so subtle thereafter,
First it was so sweet, then rich came poor;
This man once I knew how repressed,
And whose beast inside of me then encaged,
One kiss then slips another, too few, too much,
Oh, fog of hallucinating joy, kiss mine eyes adieu:
Why did you present with me such toxic waste to spell
His name then forsake me at crossroads to guide me here;
Did I ask Love to kiss my lips then soil my heart anew?
No, it needn’t must so; all love for him I now repress,
Whilst he alone continues his pillaging of others,
So to speak; but not for mine, whence now I leave,
But alas, my horny state I cannot forgive,
It was I who so ignorant of my being a storm is swept,
Then years later I’m reminded and so you approach.
No, I do not remember you; but I feel whom I used to know:
Leave, and so never return. Leave, and so never return!

Ill Sport

Though tormented in heat,
Bearing wound upon wound,
Is ill got whence a march esteem,
Who held no hope in path it seems,
Whilst he makes stand the gate is closed,
All around him are bars like dog enclosed,
Not by fate, but by skill and chance in fight,
If this be ought that now is done so right,
Let him be spared from all misery defeat,
Now send cheer that he hear not his heart to beat,
One strike and the crowd in hysterics,
Another blow he would ne surely fix.

Here fought a player by fist and glove,
Looks right and left, below and above,
Sees not himself, within, a beast untamed,
A demon lurks for thoughts he famed,
Neither sweat nor blood can stop him now,
Though thoughts how tough now ill bestow,
He hugs floor and foe in no match resolved,
And all past bound in heart is soon absolved,
Either man too weak, or sport too cruel,
Ere the chance is lost, vict’ry be ought his fuel.

Where he was

Whether there, nor here, a leak so sore,
And whirling through the ages past is gone,
And musing can it not shine light once more,
These steps he ought to walk before they run,
A smoothing sound, a familiar sound he rose,
Now breathes an air ill-fresh, nisc, contrite,
Ere all the life he once he had is gone to pose,
Seemingly in the dark, hidden in memory to fight.
The hours roll by, as always, by day and week,
He forgot the life he once had in a near-gone past,
Like a scent, these memories had succumbed so weak,
To gather a perfume, to shade a natural scent fast,
So that none would wonder where he is come to where,
Thus is ought to say he’s simply that from where he is,
This rapid change of constant revision as a train fare
When no one notices, then freezes at such remarked fizz,
It all seems a distraction he thinks, and no one cheers,
The western parts fared better, but it’s all gone now,
Now he says he’s back where he was, like all those years
Of seeking and hoping, come sought and hope for now,
Is stability brought, but yearns for unstable fraught,
Let me fall again! Just so I know I live, he says,
But no time is come than ill-got of present thought,
So when he’s finally that, then he knows his ways.

 

niesc = short form for omniscient

*

An echo follows a shadow unbecoming
Whose daring eyes need not fall behind,
Now is the time a foot walks ahead another,
Meagre means of meaning mused for muted music
Cast, oh cast despair whose cross is crossed.
Glory to the Silent of all Silent God witness,
Now spare a bread and all water for wine shared,
‘Tis all but wrought, alack whose beliefs waned,
Hence baptised from young now dreams an angel death,
Grieves not his passing tale of woe and lone breath,
In the abyss of vacuum fair, a spell if shone Hearth
The kick of soul from Jupiter sought. Is He Sought?
So forgive his past, forgive all happened, give pill;
Echo away, these chants of woe and will so sing delay,
An arch of faith so present his rosary is just anew,
No pope to chant, nor boy to sing, nor man to mourn.
Here’s the whisper of heart, the shout of man:
A blind man now is sorely from birth in ought believe.
In the light of shadow, nor Earth can cast a shadow,
A man lay there, in hourly breath, his heart is now.

In He

Rain on me a delectable taste of God divine,
Pray there the Cube upon which the banner holds,
Like flames engulfing the light then new; resign.
A leaping faith to mine in words of rich and old,
An art so thick these words are ecstatic and loud,
My grief is wrought for a sign that He listens near,
So when I’m here alone may I be never lone in sound,
Now night is summoned, give word for once mine ear,
To drink each word with single gulp my throat to swell
Shall give me leave in names of He I thus recite,
For each breath becomes pause in time to dwell
Whilst the Earth is sunk through He ne not in sight.

*

Will curse the first guy to call you freak,
For I myself am as freakless as they call freak,
Nor claws to strike, nor eyes to stare,
Nor fur to harness, nor love so bare,
Nor teeth so sharp, nor skin so coarse,
Nor breathe in hollow form, my art divine;
Nor punch mine heart, who longs more to God;
Nor cursed, nor demons spare, an art align,
Meat devour, for this, my love is new,
Nor Muslim, nor Jew, nor Priest, nor Prince;
I’m the heroin whose pain is subtle and bright,
I’m the coke whose battles fought are yours lone,
The meth whose pleasure alone is yours to have,
The God of mine whose silence utters not name,
Give me soul to love and hug, so that I’m whole,
So when I’m beyond the Earth, above the Moons
Of Jupiter so high and then I’m looking yond,
A light beyond our System fraught with silence
Now darkened by a single star we call our Sun,
Now cherish the beauty of perfection silent taught
When we land on the brightest dark in the black.