Wand of Wonder

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

Is it merely a place for plugs? NO!

And now, poetry:

Travail Son

To the Earth we fall.
Seven times up,
Eight times down.

Envying Life in Final Release,
Even the Dead are alive,
Dancing in the streets
With their hair untied,
While the living try and try.

With weary hands they lift the stone.
With bow shaped Scythes and Backs,
The living clear the Rye.

Yes this was already posted on my blog, but since you're all too lazy, I bring it here, no?

Haunted

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

For just me

Haunted

Is your Heart stronger than the Fire?
Is your Patience in line with your Tongue?
The Wonders you Work.
The Collar you Removed.
So many Debts owed to you,
Yet you ask for Nothing.

In fact, you refuse Payment,
Like a clerk at a Soul Bank
That knows we all have Insufficient Funds.

Yet we leave your Window
With more than we offered to pay back.

What kind of Human is this?
What sort of Totem acts this way?

Ah, you work from the South,
The Forge of the Soul.

Do you know what you do?
Do you know the Path you Walk?
(Of course)
Do you even care what Path you Walk
So long as it Saves us?
(No, you'd Walk any Path to Save us)

You are Saint Insanity gone Sane.
No one can blame you for the Burns.


Christopher

Enter the Dragon

Monday, June 18, 2007

Me Piper

Kick talk time
For those who walk a white black line
The man stands erect,
Like a Penis Engish Teacher
And demands the answer he made for himself.

Do the strings hold him?
Is the windshield clean?
Let him clean it
for you,
My dear.

Let the sweet sax whisper in your ear.

You're already too close to get near.
Have some carrorts,
Octopusface!

A laugh filled with fear,
But is it me or he that is afraid of the other?
Well, let's just find out,
and show me the other side of the kilt Brother!

There's a light...
And someone is still awake.

Toyita's Whisper

Saturday, June 16, 2007

Toyita's Whisper

I saw it.
It was a blood red moon.
The stars perched around it
as God had asked them to.

Nothing moved.

But then...

A wind stirred the leaves
On the ground,
And I heard HIS Voice!

For TL

Friday, June 15, 2007

She caught the foul breath
of fancy fake romannce,
Like Cake with butter cream icing
filled with curds and whey.

Suddenly the Ringmaster
burned her face
Her mask had melted
into form true.

The Disk Jockey Rocks Run DMC
The geek pole turns the turn tables
And She Dances until she's the only one they
notice as her dress becomes less
and less.

The lights pop, drop and fade to deep blue.
Mother Ocean has arrived.

A Poem Again

Thursday, June 14, 2007

Mons

In the earth it feels warm.
It is dark like the heavy blankets we use in winter.

When the ugly realization comes
That we are underground,
But not dead,
We crack.

Dig if you can.
Dig quickly and fearlessly.
You will remain in the earth.

And all of these things we cannot change.

for AV

A Poem

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Eagles
A Symbol of a World
Terrible
And cold hangs still
In a ring of trees.

White Lilies Red Roses Blue Sky
Surrounded by Green:
The color first used
To make Our Boys invisible.

And then enters a girl
Lost because of a War.
She finds herself here in the Circle of Glory.
Her Faith, Hope, and Charity running low,
She slows and becomes a perfect statue.

for RKD

Sorry for the double post!

Thursday, May 17, 2007

But I need to egt my blog going and I want y'all to respond so, here's a poem by yours truly also on my blog, just so you kno what going on there. You can also check the Hill TV Feed for updates. Enjoy:

We saw the lamppost and screamed.
“What news from the West,” it said,
“You’ll have no rest and your friends
Are all clotted cream.”

“Am I insane,”
Said he,
Said I..
“This door you have opened
Will never be closed.”

The image of the Hawk,
The Eagle,
The Wolf and other beasts unnamed.
What sense could it make?
It could sense not unmake,
And we were still awake.
What did it mean?

Oh, Lamppost fair!
Oh, Provider of light!
Oh, Sin upon Sin!
“We’ve entered too far to get in,”
Said I.

We embraced the embrace of the face.
Not a kiss, but with two hands on one face.
Two eyes at two eyes and the touch
Seemed improper but tempered with warmth.

“Is that you in there?” I called.
There was no response.
There was empty space
In the folds of skin massaged by rough palms,
It was the greatest mistake we had made.

So great was our fall that we undid time.
A lie.
I lied but unknowingly.
We opened a simple box
And found a field where
Dead men walk and chastise us.

Why the Light? Why?
Why not a coin or a tree to cut down?
Why not a sly flitter
Or a scent or a sound?

Why is a lamppost here?