Water Over The Flame
Under the spell
Of a terrible mood,
A fire broke out.
Image
Of a Jack-O-Lantern's glittering eye;
Fluttering high
In the fire-choked sky.
Rising stone stairway,
Fire tongues descend,
Blurring together
In the ominous orange haze.
Ghosts of smoke
Reach out
With insubstantial arms;
Fire crawling lizard like,
Step-by-step,
Slithering back up
With a...
Crisp.
Crackling,
Chuckling sound;
Under the bannered shadow
Of Funeral Crepe
And grotesquery
Adding its displeasing fragrance.
A greeting is had
By a...
Hideous,
Twisted,
Countenance:
A leer-appearing
Demon of the Dance.
Its mortar stoned eyes
Alone could tear fabric;
Alone could scrape skin;
Its plumb black body
Glistening
Like a fat drop of oil.
Oh!
Divine help arrives,
Unexpectant yet timely,
Manifesting first
As a distant forlorn wail
Of an exotic bird
Riding effortlessly
Atop the night's acrid stench;
Willing tides of chill
To wash over the heat inside:
The translucent forms
Acting as safety
In tall glass chimneys;
Dispersing confusion
With waves of its milky light.
Dark hair turning blond
By the flames
While putting out the fire;
Ignoring the scorched results.
Watergate Revisited
Light leaks from beneath the door
Where it doesn't touch the floor.
Voices off to my right;
Maybe five,
Maybe six,
Maybe seven,
Maybe eight.
Clinks and taps
Of metal and glass.
Cameras off to my left;
Maybe two,
Maybe three,
Maybe monitored,
Maybe not.
Whiring fan above my head;
Ticking clock straight ahead.
Holding tiny electronic bugs,
In search
For spots that camouflage;
Underneath an oak wood desk;
Above an art piece facing west,
Operation Watergate
Lets us in on what they say
Sleep comes easy
Quick not slow
When morals are relative,
Green light go!.
When This Then That
When truth confronts lies,
Sparks fly!
When delusion is removed,
Divine will manifests Divine actions.
When Infinite becomes finite,
Perfect becomes imperfect.
When Energy becomes defined,
It becomes mass,
The not-you.
When energy becomes finite,
It takes on a nature
Opposite of its Original Nature.
When God's Word becomes flesh,
That flesh knocks over tables
And tells you to look within
For the Teacher.
When ego thinks
It's the source of good,
It becomes the false light.
If our light be dark,
How great is that darkness.
When the "I" enters many bodies,
It becomes the "we".
When the ego takes credit
For Buddha wisdom,
The Buddha becomes trapped
In the ego.
When all egos realize
They belong
To the same ego-Owner,
They'll realize hurting another ego
Is hurting their own.
When one is fully aware
Of how reason can be used
To reason ourselves
Out of common sense,
We will be less vulnerable
To self-deceit.
When the seeking
Will obtains what it's seeking,
The conditions are right
For the state
Of happiness to arise.
When 'want' isn't conditioned,
We always have 'be'
To fall back on.
When will is fulfilled,
The Creator is pleased.
When is it ever
Going to get better?
The moment your acts
Make it so.
When all hearts beat
For the whole of humanity,
The Garden will be paradise again.
Winning Hand
Beating time
Back into a corner
We sped through
Our Devil's breakfast,
Hand-waving away
Our visions of eternal punishment.
With spectacular determination,
Burning the flame
At an angle,
And sheering off
The excess volume,
We could erase the circles
Drawn
In the frozen air.
Our Infernal acquaintance
Had his character captured
In old photographs
Drooling rich;
Itching to be famous,
Our acts mortally offended.
He could recover no more.
