The Lonely

The lonely has returned, oh how it burns!
Churns in my soul as this one yearns
For her far away in space and thought
In this net of longing am I caught
A shark with a heart; I keep swimming
Lest I drown in this distant sea
Can’t you see that I’m sinking?
Hurting more than I know; more than I’ve a right to
My soul; sugar cane stripped anew
Sweetly bleeding I collapse inside
Weakness mocks; some samurai am I

 

Rebirth Part 2

Horus sworn night blessed dawn kissed

Almost is my sword returned to mine fist

The blade shadowed moonlight, my soul alights

Upon the ramparts of my Mother’s House

The call of the Way makes my heart roused

To the Truth of a Being that sings stories

Of grace and glory, of darkness plum sweet

Death is near but so is honour, my fears

Lay in 5 states of decay, here and there

Are delusions of the lost, there’s nowhere

But HERE and thus my story begins again

As katana bleeds ink into my pen

 

I Am From Nowhere (Tall Poppy Syndrome)

“What makes you think you’re better than us?

Because good enough is not good enough

You seethe upon seeing a tall poppy

Jealousy the scythe with which you greet me

Silly, simple minds oh how I tried to

Understand your ways so like a noose

That strangles the air from clearest thought

For something more than this I’ve always sought

I’m not of you nor do I come from you

Moon-son; though phoenix womb I came through

Thank you my gratitude is surely true

But I must go no now for whim beckons me

To sail the sea of my destiny

Self-Righteous

You say I’m self-righteous? For what reason?

 

Using reason in lieu of allegiance

 

To dogma and unexamined beliefs?

 

Your fallacies are nothing more than thieves

 

Stealing the methods of discerning Truth

 

Thus the reason you’d rather let lies soothe

 

So go dream your little blue pill dreams

 

Suckle at the bosom of decayed memes

 

Your moral malaise is a poisoned haze

 

Dismayed am I by your glazed-over gaze

 

Blindly seeing what it wants to see

 

Finding safety in hardened certainty

 

Decay in the cave, persist in the grave

 

So dies the mind you’ve neglected to save

Dream Time (Elegy for Zarmina)

“In Islam, God loved the Prophet Muhammad. I’m in a society where love is a crime. If we are Muslims, why are we enemies of love?”-Zarmina

 

Petals ablaze dance through the haze 

 

They float aflame, vigils for lands razed 

 

By djinn enslaved with Koranic chains 

 

They groan and weep flames that rain

 

Their pain, bringing more pain, unseen they scorch 

 

Hearts and torture free thought with dogma’s torch 

 

Love had called her forth 

As a child to their god 

Now the forest burns 

In a dream was heard a poet’s death 

 

Her scream, an elegy to her last breath 

 

Defiance and heartbreak raged, raged against 

 

Ignorance. Behold her final defense

 

For love true! Behold her jewelled soul 

 

Which cries a fierce ache burning to be told!

 

Her love, defiance

Courage is the heart’s blood spilt

Thus the river flows

Fallen Leaves

We are all but leaves on the tree of life 

Destined to spiral down, down to soil  

Where we begin again; we are midwives

To Being. Down, down this mortal coil 

 We slide into oblivion. Again 

 In the abiding place life awaits, 

 Or is this the arrogance of most men? 

 Assuming that life has a beginning, late 

 Am I in seeing this fallacy

 Folly follows forth from our delusions

 Confusion arises from fantasy

 For isn’t the Self itself dilution

 Of Truth? See, perspective marrs perception 

 A nearsightedness of the mind does blind 

 Mankind from his own kind (and Self) in real-time

Reply

My death will come, yes

But I do not fear it, no

Does dawn fear the dusk?

Does the phoenix fear the flame?