Monthly Archives: August 2013

“Compassion Lingers”

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“Compassion Lingers”

Compassion lingers late at night when I contemplate
The end of me, the beginning of you, and intimacies
Of both our houses—the camera and the lens—exigencies
To indicate the early possibilities of late
Arrivals and even later beginnings. I cannot hesitate,
Nor, it seems, can you, but as it is what it is, prolixity’s
The trump, the tricks in favour of the heart’s identities
And a pox on all four Suits with Hearts the edge to moderate
What Diamonds cannot hope to do without their Clubs and Spades.
Such auspicious Houses lay the cornerstone of temples
Raised to commemorate all Muses, Fates and Destinies,
Specters of personas, as well, no lovers of souls. Infinities,
My friend, come in time but more often much too late to spare
The aging; abiding, priming, smothering youth in praise and Medicare.

…card design by Undersea-sparrow…

“Three Seconds”

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“Three Seconds”

Three seconds to midnight and some decision
Rests on where the sun lies.
Someone there beyond irrational skies
Says it’s time to rethink revisions
In the rhythm, a shift in keys, camouflaged divisions
In the lighthouse. Seductions blind the eyes
To icebergs in retreat as volcanic sulphurs advertise
The truth and souls prepare for sanctity and circumcision.
Two seconds and again the Star will make His move,
The Prodigal. His flock devoured, He concludes His fast
To claim His bride while tyrants cry, “I cannot breed!”
In one last united choking, all souls that bleed
For freedom like eagles in the heights above prove
The strength of dawn at first and all humanity at last.

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Bahá’ís throughout the world gather this evening and tomorrow within the First Day of the Month of `Asmá [Names]

Bahá’ís throughout the world gather this evening and tomorrow within the First Day of the Month of `Asmá [Names]

“Double Sonnet in Honour of the Feast of ‘Asmá [Names]”

Greatness, the gulf of differences between
Recipients of names and the manifestation of the same
In full blown vain imagining; objective oversight’s the flame,
At least the spark any given second. A constant stream,
The crown of transformation comes in time to weave
A gravity within the press of what is never really seen.
Within a name resides a hidden thread that only seems
The confirmation both of life and being—in bas relief
Or so The Buddha warned—that holds a lethal trust. Between the name
And its receipt abide the seeds of pernicious doubt and protestation,
Manifest but without form, no timely attestation,
More an emanation than anything in revelation. In every atom reigns
The distance and sweet velocities of change. The many tools
Of blind belief in Adam’s gift seek rest somewhere within reach of fools
Embracing blasphemy in luminous dichotomies, dilemma’s
Punctuation marks’ delusions born of natural sedition. Litanies–
The beads of faith and understanding–are crystals of epiphany
Drawn from rich deposits deep within the endgames of enigma
And paradox serving providence and the farce of perpetual plebiscites;
Their greatest honour, servitude in service
To unnatural homeostasis between justice and integrity, yearning
And the One for Whom all yearning stems to transcendental heights
Born in mortal time of He from Whom all virtues flow.
And when denial and prayer are in arrears,
When needs and resignation outweigh a sum of means;
Words gone bankrupt erupt and deeds are stripped of fat and lean,
As hopelessness finds redemption in an average skein of years,
With all that overwhelms the truth at sunrise
In redemption in the simple phrase, “I’m still alive.”

“A Scintilla”

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“A Scintilla”

A scintilla—a thinnest notion
Separates the light from fire, determination from desire
Without from something swimming deep within. Awe alone admires
Uncertainties of dangers in the undertow, the swelling of the ocean
As it seeks the moon—no hope of union
There, above, of course—a subtle breath of mitigation by disaster, mists
And darkest moulds in what the night sky insists
Is yesterday’s irrelevance, contaminating illusions
Of the present smiling on the past: we must move forward.
Notwithstanding, neither more nor less, in spite
Of evidence to the contrary and well beside the point. Insight
Dictates needs that lean towards or leave behind rewards
Of unknown futures veiled, obscured, preferred at last
Above the sanctions of the status quo and the energies of the mass.

“She Appeases”

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“She Appeases”

She appeases, others simply please
Themselves with platitudes, refined. Reeds
Produce a tone, but, lacking song, excel
Themselves with piping. She treasures seeds
Produced but placed in barren soil
That come to nothing. Patience finds
Reflexive fields that take the sun, define
A resilience in clouds and makes them boil
To shed redeeming rain from discards
Of the winds, and melodrama in the shadows. She cares
For these her tender ones. Her signs she shares—
Her fruits, her flowers in the fragrances of winter’s snows: far
From smothering her gifts, she lifts them up and leaves them free
As imperfection and reticence , the sacred rites of sanctity.

…painting by Sharon Sprung…

“A Most Pernicious Thought”

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“A Most Pernicious Thought”

A most pernicious thought now feasts on my heart:
So pitiful the plaintiffs for trust’s bold choice
That luminaries silhouette an arc
Upon a scrim of virtues turned vices, flat.

Without their Source what ails a consecrated voice
But that the same golden letters that  part
What creation’s wrought now style sycophants;  ploys

Are noised as their own—their precinct the arts—
While corporate cousins likewise employ boys
Within their signs as husbandmen, warts and tarts
Upon a scrim of virtues turned vices, flat.

“Once Spoken”

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“Once Spoken”

Once spoken, lost forever. Sacred silences;
Better to hold the peace, adjust the pace,
Lean forward to sanctions in an empty space.
Wisdoms must be guarded. Lesser pilots,
Through the straits—amateurs—negotiate the islands
To the other shore, race to embrace words, supports in granite, pylons,
Marble; capitals, bronze; palladians, bygone
Grandeur chiselled in obsidian, the science
Of tact among the mortal redwoods and all fares
Paid, and yet, regard the loss, the singular gesticulation.
Being nothing, less combusts
And all is lost. Sentinels to safeguard trusts
Are posted every mile while eyes stare
Upward to the boiling clouds and all is hesitation.

“Statistics Stylised”

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“Statistics Stylised”

Statistics stylised and lionized, lordly compositions
Thoughts, ideas, concepts parboiled—
Spices added after cooking—nothing foiled
In the preparation, superstitions
In a pantheon of presidential glances
At the nightly tea leaves and signs of growth
At noon just beyond the summer solstice.  Strophe
And antistrophe aligned, astronomical finances
Support strength and free volition
But to the point, the mark, the target of both censure and attack;
Surely, hamartia strives with hybris in the legal track
From first impressions of a patriot to golden memories in remission,
Seconds in the gravitas of syllables of regret; Obama will succeed
Where Persephone failed: after all, he ate but two or three black seeds.

“A Sometime Stain”

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“A Sometime Stain”

A sometime stain; the birthmark of a single name–
Goaded, compromised, spited by the eyes–the microscopic page,
The age and bridge from what is meant to what it is. Age
The pontus maximus is potent but security and confidence are gained
In links throughout a sometime golden chain; the flame
Within the acorn, the seedling; twilights tremble at the larva’s rage
Beneath the unsuspecting fallow field where stalks the future stage
Above in comely spatial innocence and holy abstinence. The same
Reveals the relatives, within the cosmic heart; the absolute
That stations there strays not an aeon’s breadth from bliss—
illusion’s dispensation’s bourn—in what is seen, by whom
and where it lives, and from the gifted earthly womb
emerge the vectors in strengths of resolutes
while covenants among the dead above are born and die
within a single kiss.