Tempest Overcome

You give the man a fortune

For a brochure.

Literature noting

The nomad venture

That you’ve paid for.

More or less a bargain, 

But what is it worth?

Have a seat in the garden,

Fingers deep in the earth.

Hands full with the hearth

Lay back in the clover

Giving way to rebirth.

Sway back in the sober

Overcoming of dirt.

Strumming with wings of a bird,

The strings of mirth.

But hell, is one’s thirst

Worth the curse

Of selling out first,

Our internal wisdom

To the system

With which we are versed?

On whose bosom we nursed?

While the children go hungry,

Yet do as rehearsed?

It can’t be tidied once worse comes to worst. 

And I’m ok with what’s for free,

Let my money speak for me.

Take for granted what I see

Those TV personalities.

Relent. Relent.

Make for the descent.

Now that all the money’s spent.

But why has God forsaken me?

Salvation’s no money-back guarantee.

So I sold my soul on layaway 

They say you’ve got to pay to play.

Repent. Repent. 

In hopes for the ascent

And pray that you can make the rent.

And I’ll give credit where it’s due

Watch the weight of debt accrue

I’ll trade away my music, too.

Hope the proprietor doesn’t sue.

Lament. Lament. 

For all I have lent.

Though cannot find where it all went.

When all succumbs to the oil rig

It’s back to the garden, in the soil, to dig.

Becoming the humming reflection

‘Neath the shroud of a hawk-a-hunting

The numbing recollection

In the drumming resurrection

The nectar of nothing is running

Wanting some, something, protection.

Spilled from a molten core.

The barbed end of a golden lure

Ripped into the rock a great, gaping sore

And stripped from our lady the gowns she once wore.

Lifted her eyes to the sun,

Earth shook as she swore.

The mourning poured forth was too bright to ignore

From the corners of every child’s closet

it surged

No one mere mortal could conjure the words

To soften the channel of the great Demiurge

Though unanimously we petitioned the purge

And dismissed the great guilt 

When the police state emerged.

That fear still beckoning within us an urge.

The rabbit’s got you going back for more

Chasing his coat tails clean to the shore.

To die glorious deaths in opium wars

Sigh a sulfurous breath upon Euro’pean floors.

Warrior trojans

Martyr implosions

And we’ll dance on our hands 

Down utopian shores

To the saintly explosion,

Acid rain and erosion,

Fearless, feel freedom’s fallopian sores.

Gallant soldier, all in his youthful glory adorned

Climbed upon the carousel

And never returned.

But the carnivore’s carnival was never adjourned

And not even one of the mountebanks did mourn.

Distortion mirrors for the deceiving

Extorted fearers in their believing

We heathens need no reasons

So long as we’re breathing

Saturated in sin the instant we’re born

Masturbated to grim instants of porn

What of the machine,

Coming undone at the seams?

Sweat streams

Atrociously from the pores.

Blood letting screams,

Ferociously hopeless cures

Like Lord Midas,

Gloried in golden hepatitis

Whose children died young of acute meningitis

Frozen gaily in time, as if just to spite us

A mockery of the fear that is living inside us.

A canopy of sanity 

And fanciful folklore

Fall around bedside in feathers

In the glass of the vanity 

Trapping all that is pure

Nightmares crocheted in dream catchers

Drag down calamity

Like insects, to die on the floor.

Chaos was an ocean so clear and pristine

Tucked away deep in your sleeping, teenage dream.

You wore your rebellion so neat and clean.

And your heart you kept safety pinned to the cuff of your sleeve.

Well that’s how you saw it in vogue magazines.

Who stole your God, reactionist?

Who sponsors you, young activist?

Without your name,

You’re all the same…

Those things you said best

Were those things said in jest.

Anything to get prejudices addressed

Anything to get those things off of your chest.

Anything to have your ego caressed

Catering to that with which you are obsessed.

Get yourself west

Build a humble nest.

Try not to weep as you obsolesce.

Stay I, hanging still in the suspense

To crawl and crouch upon the breast

Gazing into the nebulous expanse

Deep, dark and dusky abyss

Just faintly penetrating the lips

That pestilential, sultry kiss

Of evening’s chatelaine, Janis

That voluptuary guardian at night’s gate

That damsel of dismal doors of fate

Lo, they have no exit. 

Pull out, but all of a sudden,

It’s all I’ve ever wanted.

Sanctified and star studded

To be over come, to lie upon it

Lie me down here.

I will drown here. 

It was bathing in the wake after

Riding an eerie sheet of glass

The froth rolling gently, like laughter,

For the storm that has come to pass.

I lay back in baptismal surrender

Taste the salt gently pricking my lips.

Once I summit the crest, I remember

What low tide carries back in it’s mist.