O Seeing Darling

I am the cloud that holds the sky,
The sky that holds the rain,
The rain that eschews a drop;
Whose drop becomes your drop,
Whose drop is flavour of mine,
Could never tell what flavour thine,
But know my flavour salt and sweet
Is never but royal yet tastes divine:
I hold a secret at whose core is teem,
This drop I add to the basin below,
This basin below I call the world,
Filled with more drops to follow.
I speak of others deliverance unfurled,
Yet yelled beneath their chins was led,
And cried in earnest how far they fed,
Of all songs heard and books they read,
Who could never look above stars to see
Ere question the depth of being they lead.
I am come from nothing of being swayed,
Tricked by echoes of peace and ought,
Then persuaded by soothest song abide;
Whose melody even God’s cheek would shine,
In whose rhythm even Saturn may wallow.
At the silent close of darkest state,
An only child would walk a path alone,
Whose parents never were, nor would feel,
At heaven’s disclose, least they’ll hear:
So my dearest so utter that single rain,
Then make my peace at hearth be made,
Whatever age, nor strength and wisdom fade
Shall you always be child, my sweet of mine,
Give leave whilst you sing a drop in here,
Of all colours and smell, taste and depth;
Some shall sink lower to the floor till naught,
Some shall float till light perish their woe,
But yours, yours shall sink with what you feel.
Focus on what life given that precious gift,
Then the path may follow, and all shall open;
What policy you have for what governs the basin,
That cry for what basin walls be painted then,
And so change the basin all you want tenfold,
In a hundred, a thousand, or even a million,
Shall never change that for which it holds:
So make your drop the lasting drop in life.
Look below, and care not the basin walls around,
Let that drop you eschew in the basin of water,
That sweet and soothing drop shall mix with mine,
With each hand yea wet, it glows with fire beheld,
All water under the eyes of He and He alone
So when time allows for the basin ought be drunk,
So may this one outshine all others he bades,
At whose entrance shall you be at one with Him.

Bitter March

I, the Duke, from Brunswick hail,

Have marched lone yet never sail

In emotions sought; thus I cease;

Then comes my being hence at peace.

A bayonet I sharpen twice,

Whom no light fails to sap its vice,

May our guns be loaded. Twice.

When time allows is gifted vice;

They felled our French brethren royal,

Now who can sing ought be loyal?

Yet web of ties bears no loose ties,

Silked and perfect, no end in sight,

I go a task wherewith I signed,

That city’s mixéd air we find,

This ‘republic’ ye call splendour

Is nothing more than one turned sour.

So this be real as what we’ll teach,

Than see them goad a hollow leech,

Swift they assembl’ I can’t deny,

Our trinkets rouse, including mine!

Shake the muskets with all your will;

One comes more ill when sees the ill,

So shut the feelings, thoughts and fire!

So ere we win: French sons we sire!

We’ll marble place for bricks replace

Venus Temple of Austr’an face,

Lend more wine for one finer night;

She gives us now a bitter light.

Phantom’s Word

Whence times gone there shoulders two masks lifted by a single head. I am what ye call the phantom of its shadow, who knew no morals nor delicate treats than that I offer. Mine iron is my word; my fate is your sentence. Here, I recite mine own poem that eloquently written describes my views on the state of me:

Lurks, breathes, tricks beguile!
Lo, keys from lungs spree!
Dare a face, God is not.
Whose mud now? Mould him free,
A mind? Think not for bile

In whose grief is music here,
In whose brief state is apart,
Stupor my shadow lest ye stand,
Breathe such heights as those parting
Only for light give entry near,

As power wrung strings on spool,
Who knew better than face himself?
Then step through, reveal him:
Defect the phantom ye call yourself,
Till all I bid is sold for fool.

I call the ghosts of sunken ship,
My name creased in shame,
From this cup an ally & enemy sip,
His hate of me is fame,
Now accepts that whom he lips!

Oh, silly bile; this defect of mind that I call the shores from yond the meagre hopes that goaded dread in unsung thought till us phantoms brew. We’re neither enemy nor ally, we are who you are. In shade. In dark, we disappear. In light, we appear. That they seek the light is thus to seek us, and we shall arrest them there and by night shall free them there. So passes they unto us a forthold of figures, the dreams and the thoughts they never implement. So pass unto us a single tear that wipe words from ink as to value from meaning. So then, if never of us shall appear, then light shall never appear. If so, my dark intent shall be nullified by such; in whose absence of light there is no ally nor enemy but a single shroud of dark that envelopes all the above till one himself, or herself, shall bring to open.

These are the fainted shadows in text, and we raise a mould up in the sky to imprint these words in the world, and so take them as they will so that no shadow weighs heavier than the light; nor peace is found, till peace is sought. Nor trees are grown till the seed is wrought. Let us be that seed and so produce in time the order of that which stands, whether poison or not in produce is given. Then in jest the light is but joke for fools to acquire; then when it is seen this much we shall see. In void of everything else, it only becomes unseen.

*

She didn’t know what brought her
Through yard upon yard she walked,
Distant slopes called all to bear
That echo of all waves they tucked,
That calm and smooth sound forgone,
Not long before a city swept it gone,
Till more was new than weeping song,
In dearest pride she is barely done.
And in the steps she carries weight,
These steps that carry this too far,
In lieu of such glistening hand to fate,
Now begins one reality from old to bar,
But waves continue, no fire perish,
And the sun still shines even unseen,
Beneath which solely stood was she,
Nor could she on sun’s rays lean,
Could scarcely spot a cracked sky,
In the midst of storm, in the breadth of dark,
She seeks the light; Seek the light,
God is the light.

*

A chain turns cold round my waist,
Whose iron bonds give weight tenfold,
Nor right, nor left a turn I bid anew;
The sight I see is one enchained,
In every sound I speak a wisdom
Whose echo casts a shadow on me,
But never I said don’t walk away!
These bonds that break, my fate resigns,
Mute are the words of child he thought,
To pass adult now still his mind abides,
Though once I was able, now I am not,
With all I will so my heart endures,
Break the chain with warming heart,
Cast the Sun’s rays mine eyes do kiss,
Ere blinded by life anew, who could tell?
Rather I this much blind than be unseen,
Link by link, double bond by bond: blessed
Be those who have believed, but never seen.