Monday, May 31, 2010

The Prophecy of J. Cooke, Solicitor General 1649

May the poor have a voice
Rising above the crest of arms
And sea of gold and title.

Sovereigns who claims their step
Sets upon the heads of their people,
Like a graceless fate, forsake Law.

To be held in silence,
Hidden from all eyes,
Is crime beyond terror.

It births the curses
Of torture, iniquity, and strife,
Nursing Imperium injurious.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

To the Icarii

Chemtrail wings
Dissolve across
the page.

Light sheds gold
In open hands------
the wage.

Exalt the tones
Burying shame
In consonance.

Every flight
Soars beyond

The pale affront there lies.
Apostasy lifts eyes
Sowing hope in the skies.

Wednesday, May 05, 2010


It moves sinuously,
drawing in claws to
part locks lovingly.

It rises heedlessly,
pushing up skies to
fill day's pit endlessly.

Fear what must come.
The birth of this light
scalds solace dumb.

It dies easily,
drawn by zero