Soldiers
War
Always war
Peace is R&R
The battle pauses
Then resumes
Cycle on and on
There's no discharge
No stand down
Only boots and saddles
Silent bugle calls
Orders never written
Battles never named
The living fight
Each time they must
The dead are dead
R asked me, yet again, sometime ago, to write her story. I wrote her this poem which I was working on when she called me. Been working on it for quite a while now I'm not happy with it but at least it's an attempt to tell her story. It is told, obviously, from the view point of her abusive grandfather -- a defrocked minister.
The Power of Christ
The power of Christ compels thee
Submit to me, obey
I act as He directed
I fulfill His law
It is as God intended
It is from the Will on high
The Patriarch is chosen
Mine is the hand of God
Silence is obedience
Good girls do not cry
I give love and blessing
Take them with a smile
From Father to Son
From Son to me
From minister to man
It is mine to lead
Do not tell your Father
He is of the earth
Do not tell your Mother
She submitted too
Hush my child
Hush and smile
All is well
God says so
God gifted me
Dominion
I am Lord and master
You, my child my prey
The Red Rose and the Briar
My little Barbara Allen Hard hearted cutting From the vine of me
Phase in phase out
Fill the sky
Fade to black
Be here be gone
Be kind be cruel
Be love be hate
The rose bears thorns
The briar blooms
Both tear flesh
Listen to the tolling
Hear the bells call
Hard hearted Barbara Allen
Sixty Down One Hundred High
Melted light
A magic mirror
Break the ugly
Break the lovely
Charm it all
Into beauty
Blend it freshly
For my eyes
Orbitals
Earth and moon
Parent child
Circle dance
Shade and light
God and me
One and all
Orbital
Mechanics
In quantum
Phasing in
Fading out
Blurring here
Being there
Orbitals
Reality
Holyman
Our prophet is a madman
And his ravings taste of truth
We are hungry and alone
The fires are burning low
The world we know is ending
We don’t know what will come
We cannot sit and idle
We will fight before we die
If we lash out hard and often
Surely something must be struck
So if we strike out blindly
Then admit at least we fight
Though all the lies are madness
They lend a shard of hope
Hope feeds not the stomach
It’s a panacea for the plague
The world will end tomorrow
Yet we still have our pride
Skies break above our heads
They shatter the sweet night
The cold inhabits all our souls
Lords of Chaos eat our hearts
The moon is quickly melting
The stars are burning out
The demons rise from hell
And the world’s reduced to dust
Still we have fangs and claws
Our monsters dwell inside us
We are the nest that nurtures
The gotterdammering that we crave
Glory to our death we cry
We die not lonely or alone
We die united and as one
We die loud and proud
Our prophet is a madman
And his ravings taste of truth
Battles
We suffer together
But your cancer is war
My body betrays me
But the world turns on you
So much pain we endure
But for you it's from hate
They hurt me to save me
But they hurt you to kill
We were drafted the same
But you fight other men
I fight for survival
But you fight for the cause
We hope for the future
But your hope is unclear
Radiation's the end
But for you it is death
Nut's Offerings
Let us sail
The Great Sand Sea
We will fish
For trinitite
Then we'll troll
The deep's sky iron
Holy gifts
For God King Tut
Eventide
Raindrops spatter
Shatter
The sky
Hits ground
Gleaming shards
Of light
Water prisms
Melt
To mirror sheen
The road
The pitter patter
Of a million
Little raindrop feet
Fulfillment
For my soul
