Certain Way and Light

Wars never end.
They always create 
climes to inoculate.

Must we smile upon days
when the love of blood sways?

Lights make this night
clear as an empty page.
Damp wind darkens
hair like heavenly ink.

Heads heavy, with bliss and ink,
on this path to certain light.
Our stellar home outshines heaven.

Though the poor bleed dark rivers far away,
We are merry in our own way.

By grace of the coming day 

may our blood not spill but allay.

Silver Lining

The gravity of infinite possibility crushes day. ---Me, 2001. To the whiteness they ascend. An effrontery to the Gods? Lost even with a lone call over the radiowaves. The sanctity takes them up in a wisk of icy wind. Tears fail to form so close to heaven. My slow ascension begins. Filsaime announced it to me. I did not believe him. My brother's friend only speaks truth. Uphill my path goes. If my lungs burn it, as the Roman mother killing herself, by a stab to the heart, over the grief of her only son's death, "does not hurt". Time is the dagger. Have a Merry Christmas all.

As the Heavens Shit On a Hero........

Tis all in peeces, all coherence gone
All just supply, and all Relation......

John Donne




The infant was Microwaved nearly a year ago. Mumsy thought he was cold
and needed a good warming.
A hero abandons his wife and child to seek help in a blizzard. In an unknown
environ he begins his foolish trek. He abandons his wife and child for good.
The Stars shit on would be heroes as the light smiles on bastards everywhere.
Make your plans folks. Leaven your endeavor with a purpose. There the comedy
begins.
A new plan for Babylon. By a Babel of experts answers come. Delphic to
the bloodied sands. Laughter reigns over the heavens. Hold your cabals. Drag
up the cadavers of yesteryear to peddle oracles.
I kick the Dandelion thistles and watch them twist in the wind. Torturously
they refuse to settle. As a child I was taught to never place faith in heroes.
As it is above so below. I shit knowing Stars are brilliant turds.