Until the Beginning

Hands

Anxious hands

Filter soil where exhaustion bellows from the sea
Lauding the earth that scares her breath
Is she

This girl, this bane of gravity clinging a ledge
Stitches wear thin
The clasp upon her collar sheds
Marble falls past her quaking, tipping toes
Falling, she falls in a shrieking trench
Of joy, at the fingertips of hell
But look—

A sallow hue hangs on her pack leader

The waterlogged worm in trepidation and
Her pigeon sisters clad in flame

Fly overhead

Knuckles breathe as
She sees harbingers of jubilee sail!

The Immortal Romance

My dear, why such intensity?
Why taunt me with your righteousness,
You conniving, rejecting girl?
I’ve wept and waited, wrung out limp,
Never to feel you in my grip.

Hear this, my one precious angel:
If I could but stop the heavens
Time strangled between these palms,
Would you dare hand me your all?
Or remain holding up this wall?

There you are, rabid blood pumping,
Secluded by a spineless plea.
Your fists clenched tight slowly open,
The haze displays a marker’s trace,
A look of horror on your face.

My mind is set, you’ve told me so,
This love may never come to pass--
If love perchance it is at all.
For though I beg to feel your lips,
You’ve given them for holy sips.

Elsewhere your mind has gone, dragging,
Yanking your roped up heart along.
A desert, my left rib, now cracks
But northward knows to look for you
Where red was sucked to join you two.

Revelation

a single fruit or three clouds?
children eat.
the sunless rays of existence
ascend among obsidian.

see, a myrtle tidal wave
awakens these nauseated chambers.
what twistedness lies here?
dismayed,
we idle captives prepare for war.

peeled eyelids flaked to dusty trash
reify
depravity munching on man,
a flock within a sanded cage.

but watch the orthogonal scene:
red, black, pale,
swallowed in the wake of white prints.

Tomorrow's Fate

With one day's passing comes the sorrow of the next.
An autumn chill frightens the mortal body.
A mind confused, lost in endless wanderings,
And footsteps that cannot free her trapped soul.


Unable to move, to find the next step,
She stumbles, crawling in constant circles
At last shivering alone in the fog,
Fear dripping from the looming black pines.


Her huddled figure while cloaked
Remains ever unshielded from the mist.
Death approaches for she was consumed
Not by a hopeful breath but by the flesh.


But why punished for what she never knew?
Who's duty was it to anoint this soulless being!
You have been given but one task and fail.
It is daunting but those who shy away are untrue. 


Don't be blind to the war that rages on.
For your mission is to fight unrelentlessly.
The time is fleeting; become an offering 
Amidst this life while awaiting the next. 


The cross of the past, the glory ahead,
The needs of today will push you on for while
Pain casts a shadow on this land it is
No match for the power that destroyed death.


Inspired by Romans 8.