Lyrics in Recession

This horrible but superb painting
Is modern society faltering badly
the autumn empire of greed falling
an economic diagonally downward spiral

it’s october and I’ve found anticipation for a day
the pure diversion of the eternal present
it will be all gone soon enough
This splendid but tragic superb music

of living without justice and competing
nestling the alarms of a hush-throated society
I will close the doors of sense and world-news
for a humbling sort of use of poetry

to satiate the lyrics that internally glisten
for the new creation of some future’s
giant transforming wing, for minds
and youth to whom all anguish has been mended
to live or not to live, in a better world.

Photo Courtesy: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Lightness-of-Being-404173536

I Would Follow Thee

28.4.2012

Take me with you, this morning
I’m will to be a beginner again
To learn from you, to subtly
Be the moisture of the dew
On your feet, tread me with

I want to hear your voice
And your wispy thoughts
Caress the day, like golden-white light
Allow me to, look from your gaze
I want to know the pure heart

The dancing lotus of time, the spark
Beyond instruments, the childlike wonder
Take me with you, this morning
Teach me your inner solitude
That I might penetrate God in everyone

Take me with you, make me into a bird
Who circles high to regard your head
As my master, lover, the friend
Of my every beating wing, every breath
Take me with you, this morning
Into your living spirituality of health.

Chaste by Revolt

It’s a serene irony, isn’t it dear?
How impotent we are in our moments
Across the bitter ease, of our lack of ambition
And the sevenfold love, of our lost dignity?

Languidly we plod on, like beings of evolution
A landscape of fresh Dawns, in cruel lands
It’s a surreal comedy, isn’t it friend?
Under a vast ceiling of silence

We suffice and part, equipped with desire
Enacting will, smited by the wilderness
The heart-mangled scorn of the past
Has nothing of note left on us

We are free at last, with the rich
Faun flash of new lines, new destinies
Beauty can flourish even in anguish
Life can feel vivid, even when sleeping alone

Feverish with independence, I beat away attachment
It’s a serene irony, insulted by promises
How I’ve grown old, even
At the risk of falling into eternity.