We're all on a road to somewhere.
ISIS of CRISIS
The silken road
of Afghan calm
that led me to Isis
the serene queen
of my karmic crisis
Born upon a desert storm
and a broken seance
where patiently
she awaits for me
at the Mirage Oasis
Greeting me in style
with her crystalline smile
“Hello Sailor!
Any port in a storm?”
The Seamstress
in a state of distress
Her beautiful dress
delivered all disheveled
to the wrong person
at the wrong address
“I saw the best minds of my generation
destroyed by madness, starving
hysterical naked, dragging themselves
through the negro streets at dawn
looking for an angry fix.”
~ Allen Ginsberg
THE PERSISTENCE
The gleaning
seeking fallen fruit
after the harvesting
Neither sowing small
nor reaping big
The art of just surviving
Street wise shaded eyes
failing to disguise
a festering fever
of hidden trauma
Is this life but a test?
A trial by unholy fire?
Upon a Dragon’s Breath
(and the Persistence of Grace)
This existence
an enigma
A never ending search
for perfection
all wrapped up
in a shroud of destruction
From a mirror shattered
humanity’s bloodied
and battered reflection
Like a Rising Stone
~ un hommage
A time for life
to seek
to be found
To feel
and to be touched
To hear truth
How sweet the sound
To taste goodness
Goodness to be tasted
To love and to be loved
Without the Divine
the time of your life
. . . truly wasted
I must admit
that I was rather upset
and even a little bit jealous
when Buffy the Vampire Slayer
walked down the aisle with Angelus
God, the ultimate Artist.
The supreme Scientist.
The intimate presence within,
and throughout this existence.
Regenesis … poetry in motion.
Is she masculine?
Or is he feminine?
Is the answer
beyond our understanding?
Is this life
but an artistic documentary?
Seen through all the agony
and the ecstasy …
the triumph and the tragedy?
Have we truly
been given a free hand
by the Artisan Grand?
Or are we rats in a laboratory?
Are we but particles
within the part and parcel
of subatomic intricacy?
Just mere quarks
traversing the dark?
An infinitesimal part
of a dimension mechanical?
Speaking relativity,
where is the power and the glory?
A perpetual quantum
crunching the numbers
in some mindless continuum.
Is that the universal story?
