Variation Of A Mood

[Anthem]

This is an ongoing collection of poems I have written so far in 2010. I kind of have them arranged like I would envision them in a book.


Melancholia

I
I’ve heard from a rumor that I am ahead
I am my shadow, sleeping still in bed
My voice not distinct, barely a whisper instead
Severed at the root, gutted, I’m in red
Dying a flower, curling in the sunlight with dread.


II
A broken wish
A pull of the knife
My heart shatters
My being vanishes
The pain dispels me
I bleed, I ebb out
My innards naked
A broken task
I have lost myself.

Ages ago
I once had a face
A map of being
A quest to fulfill
A rite to begin
I once looked forward
Where no distance was behind me
The path a sharp incline

III
Glazed over eyes
Iconic symbols of rotation
Last emotion lost expression
In a vacuum of silence
Slip cover of the field
The empty void with out
Oh so black matter, no reflection
you deflect me into this section
crushing me with disdain


Transformative

I
Sun twist a beam
A cord ascending the dream
A wick, a flame
A bend in the night
A wrinkle piercing my vision

II
Radiant elixir warms me
Coursing down my crown
My heart opens with delight
Molten gold burn away the shadow
Life stream ejected by a star beam
Eternal flame erupts inside

III
You tear at my soul
Bend the rays
Bite my very nerves
With your sting
You are a force
Altering my sight
You drain all the light
You are the night
You are the very source
I run trying to shake you
My vision of me is shattered
You are a fire, you never tire

I stumble to fumble
Into myself a mess
Looking for the opening
my center where I fly
To the sun and never run
For joy is a butterfly
Trapped in my heart
Beating with it
Captivated by the inner
No sinner here
Just a sojourner

IV
Spiral:
I am in the force of the roll
The mix and dance
As light is the lance
Piercing the center of all
The pool of energy
A cosmic effigy
The center of it all so small
The light crescents so tall


V
The great tree
Shades me
All through life
In the light
I cannot loose sight
Of the path upward
The many ways there
I am so wayward
I can not remember here

Rise up in me oh sun
Oh mighty one
Shine through out my soul
Scatter the darkness
Fill me with brightness

Set me on task
Guide my feet
Inside me set a seat
Where we meet
Use me like a flask


VI
A pearl you hold in your hand
So tiny, look inside
A world is there,
so far there is no end
That is my heart, this land,
A mirror of heaven.

VII
Oh lady Saule, take me into your embrace
I am your organic subordinate
Enslaved to your obelisk intent
Lost to the spherical maze in the sky
Eclipse me, oh draw me in the tapestry of eternity
Into your dark timeless cavern
Illuminate me, free me from boundary.

VIII
The flower dances in the wind’s ear
Asleep she was, and veiled in petals
The rose spins within itself to the sun
The beat of a heart, the skip of time
She stirs her gown ‘s skirts scarlet
A lady she was a perfumed welcome
The first princess in waiting she was
The garden had been empty before
Dead, the lady brought color and life
The fairy hidden in the shell of red
Waiting for butterfly wings to open
For the sun to call her to its palace.


Mythos

I
Thinly pressed, flattened, they lay
Leaves under a tree, I thought
Bodies, like pages, once sages
Black and reddened in death
No funeral they are all gone
Forgotten tragedies cast aside
By history and time, now symbols
Words, abstracted, once real
Once men who left in agony
abandoned bones among stones
Warriors of legends, and myths
Under the sun and the moon
Ballads, poems are their shadows
Long passed were they here
Mortal, and quickened to war
No more their bed where they fell
Yesterday it was there the canopy
A hunters axe stole its column
A builder removed the marker stone
No sanctity for the dead, no place
For men walk over and upon
As if they’d never lived or died


II
Play my heart
My soul a whirl
On the strings of the land
My hands trace its contours

Paint with the sun
The prophet rises
A planted seed
Tearing at my heart

Oh the river swirls
Enlightened string
Curving and bending
With my fingers


Resilience


I
They trampled me, scrambling me
Broke suffrages with me all under foot
When I breath I feel the sorrow
The underlying fear of tomorrow
The uncertain destination of which I wait
Everyone coming behind me is to late
They had oppressed me, imprisoned me
Unable to suppress my spirit inside
I closed the door, the space is solely mine
entwined in my thinking it's all sublime
neath the dark shapes there is twilight
Look sun ward, toward the light inside
there forms hope, and the will to survive.

Visionary

I
I’m in a trance, in a dance
Flames licking around me
Drumming and strumming
Resonate through my head
Potent potion for an exile
Serpentine stones and oil
Greasy and warm on my skin
Whispers of heated debate wage
Tongues of fire and flesh, wag
All around, dancing in my head
Masks fell and voices faded
sparks died into quietness and ash
My heart and pulse louder inside
The watcher over me was motionless
Fevered and hoarse, aloud I cried
“Go to the edge of the camp
The lioness awaits her first kill.”
Bone tools and flint axes took flight
With warriors painted in blood and chalk
I fell back eyes glazed, almost lucid
The purr of the cat so loud in my head
Her hot breath caressed my neck and chest
The child walked past us and I screamed
Feeling her breath die within my heart
Weighted under claws, and a hoard of teeth
The beast took all our soul with her in flight
My voice hoarse and parched, and cracked
Alone in the void of mourning, in pain
No day or night saved me from the tears
hot coals carving into my face and eyes
The beast fell to late as hate and regret came
In her place with accusations in my head
Locked in a trance, its spell holding me
My spirit was captive not alive still in the cat
The watcher dressed me in paint for death
To fevered to hear the lies told around me
I was a shell, a body, my face a mask of death
A cold, terror stone in my hand, the heart
A bloody weight in my palm and mind
A kettle held a spittle with cat, I was trapped
Wails, and cries overtook the darkness
Still I was laid prone out on my back
No hand, no word, could still my limbs
Nor the eye from on high, or the force of the wind
In my last breath, I felt my heart again.


II
I am cast by the Shadow, a mold of the inner, set in light
Born of the Tree, the true consort, the great Pearl so bright
From nothingness I seed, within the womb of a new world
Buried deep, feet sunk downward, my arms had not formed
While entwined in the primal ruin, sightless, and discarded
I have No strength, no will, slave to all that which is within
A prisoner tamed by the wall, all boundaries have held me
My head hits the ceiling, my bed a wet womb that is cold.
“I am Asherah, your mother. You daughter are my mirror.
I am the plane jumper! The gate thrower! The Key to Liberty!
The Goddess of the Tree I am, with power over the Three
I ride to the heavens in a bright chariot, to rule there!
With a thought I fall to the underworld, crashing the gates!
I am the perilous Eye, ever present in your vision, where I rule!
Demons flee, angels send decrees, and the heavens shake.
I sink past your understanding, spiraling while in descent.
I draw down all light within and without. I am the transformer!
The planes bend to me, and cave to my very word, in a second.
I am goddess , the mother of life, I am the deliverer here now!
I am the Pearl caught in the hand of the divine, the seal of the All!
All doors and walls fall at my fast approach, clutch to me!
Hold your head high, oh Priestess , there are no barriers here
No reproach, just surrender and believe, all power awaits and bliss.”