Poetry Archive 2 (some naughty language contained herein)

[Elven Doritos]

Walking through the garden of the consciousness supreme
I feel my hand attach to vines and slither through the years
The rocks and boulders roll along, the glaciers thrive and pulse
My love is all-surrounding as the forests spawn and grow!

Standing on the pedestal of the ancient rolling age
I see you and I know your soul, for it is also mine
The trains that jet between our hearts thunder even still
But I feel the wind connect us as a tether to its ball!

I know myself within the eyes of every lonely stranger
I hear my voice speaking with the choir of the mass
Our love is sprawling through the pages written ages past
I touched your hidden sanctum and together all is one!

[Elven Doritos]

Why should I fear for death?
My end shall be the same
The billions breathing,
Seeping,
Leaving their remains

Why should I sing your song?
What makes your words echo?
Who are you
to question
me?

They stood their ground and fought
You knew where we were found
Beneath a hole
inside the
universe

The bullets swirl in time
The seekers shall not find
Me standing in
Your circus tent
No. . .

[Elven Doritos]

She flushed herself with crimson
She gassed your hidden chamber
She took the knife and cut you out
And spat your sign as cancer

Looks like
you played
too long

[Elven Doritos]

It was a cold smoke
stolen from his
big blue nostrils
when the polar oddity
had sauntered through
on bleeding knees

It was a hunger scurrying
along the rat-infested
dung-and-door-trough
the dead dawn revival

It was the wet noon tracks
and the sunken grey eye
of the Mississippi River
maybe Huckleberry
died here?

It was a transformation
of the golden light of
dreams that coalesced
and embraced me
into a grotesque charade
where crows a-circle
rotting flesh

'ƒ
I know not how,
but one day when I awoke
the world around me changed
unfamiliar obelisks and strange red
behemoths lurched and swung across the
road where I had played, the sky was full of
daggers, and the mouths of lovers curled with hatred

I walked down old hallways that I had
seen unhallowed in the dumb green holidays
and now they warped and burped their amputation
bleating, the hooves, the smell of iron wrought purely

I found it sitting there
as plain as blood or diamonds
the truth as written by the drunk
when all was burnt or bandaged up:

"The book of many thieves
where lungs are punctured
yields no room nor quarter
for my addled cosmic self"
'ƒ
My love was uncommitted
flitting from the north
stranded in darkness
chaos mouthing
promises

My lover was unconcerned
taking her toys and joy
rhapsodic, blissful
and trusting in
her madness

My foolishness was all-consuming
as the flame of God to Eden
when the Gates had shut
and Adam punished
as Sin became
my soaking
wound

Can we never know ourselves?
Can we ever know our heart?
'ƒ
Don't touch me
you many-eyed beast
with your gloves and jacket
and your dusty short hair and
your roughshod brand of languishment
and do not divine your discontent
upon my holy altar
upon my silver chair
upon my melted lyre
upon my broken Bible
or upon my cigarette

You made her jealous
with your wanton ways
and your lips so brushed
against the punishment
you have self-inflicted

Decide now,
do not let
her suffer
'ƒ
Your faces all became the same
and, swirling in the hazy shore
rolling through a thunderous applause,
I could not tell you for one another

For that I am sorry,
for I know your strawberry lotion
and your strawberry hair and your
strawberry lip gloss all too well
if only I could find you in the sea
where you have squandered all
your scrolls on empty thoughts

But then,
so have
I

Or so
it seems
'ƒ
Strangled strangers
Stranger, stranger
Study you and yet
I find no evidence
to convince me
of your worth

[Elven Doritos]

Deer
Spear
Chieftain cheer
Hunt, rock
Together

Deer, spear,
The tribe here
Rock, fight
We

Deer, spear,
The drunkards cheer
Glory hammer
We win

Deer, spear,
The chieftain's jeer
War come here
Wife so near

Deer, spear,
The cuckold's sneer
Kill him, fight him,
No good, dear

Deer, spear, the silent queer,
Moon is white and the sun is clear
We as one as many as two
Life, death, bury, who

Deer, spear, the stony shear
Hunt so grand, without peer
Heart and fight and cut and bleed
Wife and child and mother and need

Deer, spear, together we fear
Wife with mother and daughter with tear
Many had moons and many had knife
Chieftain move out to fight for life

Deer, spear, the strategy clear
Gods above, below the seer
We as many as punish as you
Fight and bury and blood and true

[Elven Doritos]

Would that my hunger could be far removed
So that my love could stay beside my hand,
She takes a flight betwixt our heat behooved
Where light is buried 'neath the summer's sand.
We stood still in dread as Night broke her bread,
Her dreamy shawl that slithers on my floor;
Her head, resting quiet, lit on a bed
As a child is knocking upon her door.
I wonder, I fly in the fog-worn sky
As distance becomes the plot of the sun
I reach and I gasp to grasp and to sigh
For still my penance had not yet been won!
   I loved her, a friend, eternal, we end
   All of remembrance on which I depend.

[Steerpike]

Ooh a sonnet!  I like the image of Night breaking her bread... a metaphor for sunset or for midnight (I thought sunset at first, but that might be Night breaking her fast, rather than her bread)?

[Elven Doritos]

I see soldiers without guns
A thousand priests without suns
A hundred hands without fingers
The smell of hatred still lingers
There was a dart sticking to the back
Of a broken post
Behind a ghost
As the night came flashing

I heard the children lose their youth
A million eyes looked past the truth
Cacophonies of beggars battling
A pontiff's jewels were rattling
Smoke sticking to its great iron stack
In the empty sky
Behind a lie
As the night came crashing

I felt the slip of a rose's thorn
As wreaths of horror soon were torn
From the scalps of princes and of queens
Actors preaching loud without their scenes
It was then that we held both our hands
To the golden calf
Just for a laugh
As the night came rumbling

I knew that history had its friends
That tyranny had further ends
Strangers lurked within the silent mass
Candles burned so that God might trespass
Upon the filth of mud-coated lands
Of forgotten past
If it could last
As the night fell, crumbling

[Elven Doritos]

It was Thursday and the war had just started.
With reverence, we sat and saw the bombardment.
The screen was green and black, the shades of murder.
Papa drank a Bud Light.
Mother knitted a red scarf.

It was Thursday and the war had just begun.
Screams were filtered out of live broadcasts.
The sun shined as it always did.
There were no bullets or helicopters.
I played in the back yard.

It was Thursday and the war was in bloom.
Vague notions wavered through the air.
Lies became a symphony.
Someone danced in Washington.
A songbird cawed a dirge.

It was Thursday and the war was everywhere.
A man was frowning on a subway line.
The newspapers were aghast with patriotism.
It was a day like any other.
And nothing was ever the same.

[Elven Doritos]

I felt, at times, the weight of this catastrophe;
the subliminal unhappiness you swallowed down
was bleeding through your eyes, your mouth,
your open pores.

Games of jealousy, chess for the heart,
there was no room for higher thought,
you wished to become someone else
because it isn't easy being you.

But I am who I am.
We cannot be masks.

During the cold winter nights,
when the memories of autumn are
our constant pain, I remind you only
of the letters I had nailed upon your door.

Understanding the dreams
of my misspent youth will bring
you closer to only the guise I let you
see; my pain is buried beneath my ego.

[Elven Doritos]

Can we glitter, Antonine?
Shall we melt all the gold?
Are you looking for the truth?
Has the savior been sold?

Can I save you, Antonine?
Is there blood in the pool?
Do the martyrs speak freely?
Where now is your brave fool?

Can they hear it, Antonine?
Are the strings still too loud?
Have the angels been butchered?
Shall you part from your cloud?

Can the night come, Antonine?
Do they call me your slave?
Is our bed still left empty?
Am I still in my grave?

[Elven Doritos]

Leather, black, shining in the filthy street light
Strangers drawing circles on their heads
Whips and fashion, madness on a red brick
A road that stretches deep into the night

Woman, black, fingers twisted like a mirror
Steel and chrome, lantern glowing so bright
Tragic, holy, stranded on the river
A vision stretches to be near to her

Nightmare, black, shining as an onyx tower
Thunder breaking down along the line
Droning, dreaming, dead as empty  Jesus
The rhythm stretches as the notes run sour

[Elven Doritos]

I awake from her loud snoring,
The sun blooms on the horizon.
Fog clings close to my closed window
And the sea calls to Poseidon.
Dew slides slickly on my doorstep
As the daylight breaks on prisms.
She yawns sweetly to a songbird
And I mourn my broken prison.
Smoke pours slowly through the kitchen
From the oven to the table.
My lover's eyes shine gently
Behind locks of flint and sable.

What if Jesus carried his cross
Across mountains to the valley
Where the lepers are the princes
Of the gutters and the alleys?
There they rule their mighty kingdom
From their thrones of ash and rubble
And their rags are robes long tattered
From a thousand years of trouble.
Could he  ever cure their sadness
With the eyes that God once gave him?
Would he cry in perfect silence
Knowing none could ever save them?

So I close my empty Bible
And I wash my hands with water.
The floral patterns swirl because
The north wind is on the harbor.
I then fold my palms together
As the train howls like a phantom.
A man peers from hidden mirrors
In the garden of his mansion.
The snow melts slowly on his cheek
While he lights his ancient sorrow.
He still dreams of days long vanished
And the promise of tomorrow.


But as he climbs into his tomb
The dusk crawls in through my chimney.
She will never be my true love
But she is so warm beside me.
My bed knows no other lover;
I am faithful to my demons.
She brings only darkness with her
But she listens to my grievance.
So I lay below the altar
Where the sacrifice is offered
And I know she will unbind me
From the sins that I have suffered.

[Elven Doritos]

The staggering wind of the winter is blowing and
he stands in the window, forgets where he's going so
he paces and traces curved lines with his fingers as
questions like strangers haunt him and linger

The Venetian is pale and his eyes are still sinking, the
woman he bedded is smoking and drinking and
the sermon, it echoes from deep in the steeple but
his heart is crippled by good and evil

He places his glasses inside his old raincoat to
remind him to look in the street for his angel but
as he goes stumbling throughout the black market he
trembles beneath the weight of his darkness

The Venetian is pale and his eyes are still sinking, he
mentions to patrons that he has quit drinking but
he finds himself speaking words from the steeple for
his heart is aching for good and evil

The schedule of trains, it is scrawled on his wrist so
that he remembers where he is missed and
the train screams like wind that is fervent and blowing, he
steps out of his window as it starts snowing

The Venetian is pale and his eyes have stopped sinking, the
conductor is screaming, the train is still bleeding but
the words of the sermon are heard in the steeple for
his heart is empty of good and evil

[Elven Doritos]

Here you are in your sexless,
electric dreamscape,
aching for the rhythm
of the mother spirit;

Here you are in your sonic citadel,
bypassing the eardrum
and jamming your frequency;

Here you are in the kiss of Judas,
selling out your faith
for your pieces of silver;

Here you are within your wire tower of Babylon;
Where are you?