The Lamp

The Lamplighter            8/30/2017

In the blink

Of an eye

One world dies

And another

Is born. 

Splitting off

In endless possibilities

The numberless dreams

Of choices

And indecision.

We exist

In the twilight

Trapped in the  flesh

Unable to see

Behind the veil.   

Weighed down

By the earth

And the unbearable

Boredom of existence.   

Ensnared by the details

We seldom see the end

Barely scratching the surface

Of superficial being. 

Running inside a wheel

We miss more than we see

A victim of temporary emotions

Reacting to stimuli

That mean nothing at all.     

Sometimes we get a warning

And sometimes

We get a chance

Stumbling blind

And hopelessly lost.

But other times

We get neither

Blindsided halfway home

Cut off

And cut down. 

But for everything that is

There is always

The other side

Forcing us to learn

And grow. 

Many grasp at nothing

And I watch them chase the air

Unaware of the blessings

Face to face

And eye to eye.

If love is a choice

Then it must be chosen

But what we choose

We must also earn.

Each day a gift

That we must welcome

Making ourselves worthy

By patience and faith.   

In gaining we are thankful

And in losing

We learn contentment

Ripening with time

In a golden harvest.   

Overflowing

From a secret place

The spark undeserved

A lamp in our darkness

To guide and reveal. 

The gift

No man can measure

My love, my joy

And my treasure!

Ripening

Ripening               8/24/2017

Covered up

Or covered over

The die is caste

Above

And below.

We who see

Watch the hands move

Right in front

Or under the table. 

You can fold it up

Or you can turn it over

But the truth remains

Hidden and corrupt.

We all looked up

But we never saw a thing

The entire earth

Tipped over

And upside down. 

Picking at a spec

And ignoring the timber

The forest for the trees

Dark immense and deep. 

Months, years

Decades and more

Every lie

And every myth

Bigger and bigger. 

Some see rivers

And some see floods

Faces in the clouds

Or gutters full of blood.

We all go on

Just like we did before

Oblivious to the signs

Hanging from the trees.

Some life

And some lie

While others work

And suffer.

Pages turn

And people get married

Buying and selling

Dreaming

And scheming. 

Endless talking

And endlessly speculating

All over nothing

True hatred

Over and over. 

Unable to see

Right in front of their eyes

The horrible crimes

Every day

And every hour.

The fruit hangs low

Heavy with the season

A long time coming

Ripened and ready.

The summer turns

Deep rich and golden

Reaped in an hour

Great heaps of grain

Thick and overflowing.

Shudder the thought

Hide and Seek                     8/23/2017

The world trembles

At the thought

And many recoil

And clutch their pearls. 

That anyone could dare

And tell the truth

To awaken a giant

Long dormant

And silent.  

Overly patient

And slow to anger

The larger man

No longer guilty

Of nothing at all. 

Long suffering

The repeated blows

Savaged out of hatred

And jealousy. 

Rising up

To protect the future

Those yet unborn

Innocent

And pure. 

Knowing what is coming

Not long down the road

And willing to do

Whatever it takes. 

Untying his hand

From around his back

And learning to speak

With reason

And logic. 

No longer cowed

By baseless accusation

And no longer ashamed

Of the gift

And the blessings. 

Against the world

The few against the many

More than enough

To turn the tide. 

The cities burned

And the treasures looted

Laid waste

By murder

And assault. 

The predators will run

Like the cowards they are

Courageous only in packs

And unleashing their violence 

In sudden attacks. 

Scattered and wailing

They will gnash their teeth

All the while

Knowing and lying. 

The truth springs forth

And shatters the veil

As the unheard rise

From the dead

And the buried. 

Deliberately forgotten

The souls of the good

Accused by the unworthy

For what they themselves

Have done. 

Foreshadowing

The Glimpse         8/22/2017

Much is lost

But seldom gained

In the deep dark moments

Of abandonment

And rejection.

The world heaves

Heavy under the sun

Slowly rolling

Into time. 

Dropping down

Into darkness

The foreshadowing

Of memory

Long ago

And far away.  

Today they are the same

Just as they were before

Killing by proxy

What they wish

In name. 

Hunting down

Every last vestige

In words and thoughts

Raging against the light

And foaming at the the mouth. 

Whipped up

In a frenzy

And paid for propaganda

The evil masked men

Of genocide. 

Loaded up

And trucked in

They know

No one will speak

The madness of the mob

Ignorant and blind.

Once you see

There is no turning back

No matter what is said

And no matter what you hear. 

The lie is big

And it grows
like a cancer

Spreading like a disease

Everywhere you look. 

Changing places

And erasing words

Anything noble

And dignified. 

Spawning in the dark

And spread upon the shores

The mass of hatred

Surging forward. 

Marked is the moment

That the world stood still

A moment of pause

To use our free will. 

Blood on the moon

And darkness of the sun

Perfectly timed

A sign for the good

And judgment  

For the dumb.

Totality

8/22/2017

Another day
And another run
Spinning and tilting
Under the sun. 

Day is night
And night is day
The sign above
As it is below. 

Endless cycles
Click with the gears
A clockwork of time
In weeks, months, and years.

Over and under
The shadows pass by
Sun dappled dreams
Dripping with anticipation
Sharp, dark, and keen.

Clouds pass over
And split right on time
The moment of silence
Eternal, and sublime.

Who will heed
The warning
And who will see
The sign
Proof of all beginnings
Distance and design.

241 years
Two forty one
Day or night
The time for decision
For the truth
Or the lie.

Pray for all
Who may yet see
The truth outright
Forever offered
Eternal and free.   

Suppression

Active Suppression                       8/10/2017

Each and every

Any and all

Swallowed up

And slithered down. 

Circled around

And looped over

The good are cut off

Atomized and alone. 

Blindfolded, handcuffed

Ignorant and dumb

Many fumble in the dark

Unable to question

And unwilling to know.

Older and fewer

Isolated and vulnerable

Silently Suffocated like an invalid

With a pillow

On the face.

Nothing much remains

But a solitary spark

Barely burning

Deep in the heart. 

But nothing can save

He who will not see

Deluded till the end

The truly ignorant

And willingly hateful.

Today they are exposed

The complicit

And the guilty

Openly plotting

Evil and treason.

Full in the sun

The murderers in daylight

Cruel, treacherous

And filled with hate. 

Long hidden

And always omitted

The truly guilty

Foam at the mouth

Soon to squirm

And soon to pass.