Poetry

Six times over
The wheels a turnin’
Pushin mud into the ground
Turning sand and stone to earth-fire
Hearth is warm
And love ascending
Pilgrimage of holy fire-wall
Down into the trenches of ecstasy
The crevices of soul
Growing moss-alive
Tortured tortured tortured
 
And it jumps back
Out of the terrain
But life has become so full
There is no where to be lonely
Butterfly angels swoop down
To place buttercups in the flower’s soul
In the amalgamation of natures sexuality
The vertex point that drives forward
Evolution and birth and being
And DESTRUCTION
 
Again jump back
And in Fear and Trembling
Utter a prayer:
Oh Holy Chaos
I come to You in mourning
For ever hold my peace
For ever keep me free
With the concept of ideation
To lose my inhibition
To rejoice in sorrow ecstasy
Lonely and afraid
The hollow mounds around us
Give shadows to the wall dust
Make mountains out of mole-hills
And the other way around
As long as there is structure
The destruction is a-comin’
Forgive me please
I have sinned
For I am-this day