Tag: poem

We see for thee

As the photographer
looks through his camera
at resplendent nature
we are the camera
and the photographer God
our eyes, our ears
our skin, our nose
these friends are the lens
transmitting shows
to a grateful God
or whatever you want
to call the thing,
the eye behind,
our being
watching what we see alone
our life a poem to the throne
a click, a shutter, a vision shown
the eyes of God
inside my earthly home

Change Delayed No More

We live in times
where reality is speeding up
and the people
are
still
stuck
in the muuuud
trying desperately to move! and change! with reality’s curves
but nothing moves
it can make you lose it
shaking, shocked with grief
hopeless yearning
When can
we overcome?
But here is my simple plan
The people filled with righteous fire
for justice!, equality!, liberty! all
Can bravely stand in comrades stead
And join and swing as a wrecking ball

God is not love anymore

God is not love anymore
God is justice
I was so compromised
by Christianity
Even at 40
Trying to appease the powers
Kissing rings
While black men die
God is not love
Anymore
God is justice
The apocalypse happened in 2012
Jesus came and went
This is what we got now
The angels and Freddie told me
on the mountaintop
Inside my eye
That God is not love
Anymore
God is justice
And salvation is won
Through risking your material values
For higher more abstract values
And I did
And I’m down from the mountaintop
And God is not love
Anymore
God is justice.

Down the mountain

And suddenly the storm is gone
the smoke is cleared
the fire is out
But was it ever there?
I doubt it

I conjured up a fiery storm
so that I wouldn’t have to face
the awful, beautiful truth
of love
and death
and peace from gods

and so I know how it will go
I’m down from mountaintops
and feel so slow
I’ll miss this mess called Earth
so much
after hating all the drama’s
crunch
for two long score
it’s all so much

With tablets in my hands
I walk into the fire
I will not see the promised land
that’s fine because I’m tired

If you’re really saved, you’d know it

I don’t think they’re really saved
like they say they are

so now the curtain has to fall
on old men walking towards the cliff
and pastors with two silver eyes
are wailing on the dispossessed

oh Jesus has it all been lost?
and do you yet remember when
those gnostic heathens, beaten down
believed they knew the truth that day

but emperors with their happy hells,
a crucifix, and murdered youth
they made the popes and slayed the truth

and if you’re really saved, you’d know it
but then you wouldn’t need to go
yes if you’re really saved, you’d know it
and then you wouldn’t need to go

yes I don’t think they’re really saved
like they say they are

I alone

alone
      in the bath
  smoke slips up in rivers
dabbed
I recline
        BOMBS
nearby
    so high
and yet
the piano in my headphones
           Mr. Glass
is nice
   why does she hurt like this?
      an ache
         so raw
            that she doesn’t even see it

so back
to the bath
I go
            a dream
called
I
alone

Automatic writing 7/26/2020

I have peace in the storm
Fire doesn’t burn me
I cannot be dissolved
I can turn invisible
I can destroy demons as defense
The powers that be do not frighten me
I am bigger than the Pentagon

Death is not real
I have peace in the storm
We have peace in the storm
The heavy sinks down
The light floats up
Jupiter is all gas and is light
That’s why he rules the sky
To ascend you must go down first

Here’s to the deadening of the soul [FaMo Blues]

my voices tell me I should quit
quit what?
it doesn’t matter
my cat looks at me like I’m dying
and she’s 16 so she should know
we look at each other like invalids
I am trans and have fibromyalgia and autism
so I’m the great experiment
there are so many billionaires trying to give me drugs!
And have they!
the voices say what I’m doing isn’t working
but I’m so trapped
My children. Oh my children.
Yes, I’m a disenfranchised transgender FaMo.
The courts have ruled me unworthy of the experience.
But lest I sit inside a Portland tent
I have to kiss the master’s feet.
Oh lords and ladies of the land
sweet owners of stock options and
all yachts and all good graces too
do you?
think that a small and suffering lot
could use a few more trickles yet?
Oh no?

Then we might have to share
your military secrets and
make movies to your sweet demise
the land of former masters
burned

masks

the masks we wear, they wear us out

from when I was a straightish man
to yes, a “sportsman,” I once deigned
and then the mask at once became
a gayish, 19 years of age
sweet Jupiter was wooed I’m sure
the cleverest boy, with boyfriends too
to married father, divorced rage
and this transgender thing they say
I’ve always been quicksilver
darting Mercury through the haze
and so a traveler wearing masks
becomes the masks he at once gazed

and then the deepness tackled out
to bring the truth with Hades’ clout
I’m won because I’m just so sure
Masks are all and nothing more

House of Cards

Some strange miasma
creeps round through our institutions
looming, leering
leaching good
from inside out
The catabolic yin is in our bones
It’s trumped all fight
There goes the light
What’s weak is might
Send fair corona
to the king
Throw down the crown
so we can sing
America is dead
bring swiftness made of lead
to hit the posts
and free the ghosts
so we may build again