The Child and The Beast

When the beast meets the child pretending to be king,
there is no turning back; there is no hiding.
It is as wild as the universe claims to get.
There will be a fight and the wounds bring death.

The flesh would tremble
in the child
if the beast were of that place
but in this spirit
the beast knows its fate
because power impossible
the king does harbor
an imaginary war manifest
in reality
a real world's destruction
chaotic border
men are close.

The thick undergrowth
swept under turf grass
well mown
shadows in every direction
the beast seeks a place to hide
and in babbling streams
makes its case
holding prisoner
those the child liberates.

Cannot see
beyond the boundary
where belly button culture
has made its date
if to free
with fees and fines
down in duldrum
his imagination is fate
for they will him to be
yet cannot see.

When the beast encounters the king
he will weep over its destruction
but not for benefits it seems to bring
for it was part of his creation
they will even sit alone
together as it dies
and the tears of a father
will be the last
in this place that frees
ideology, spirituality, and imagination
the day of death
he will wipe the tears
so ending suffering
and the beast will rust
and the king will get up
and stride into eternity
where there it had been since the begining.

Convergence of the Seven Serpented Sacred Throne

For we will build wonderful houses
and dedicate to the gods
keep all precious things in them
and there say our prayers
our best animals and grains
our wines and our children
our firstborn
our bread
sacrificed to him
her
it

for this we will be heard
and for this his anger grows
front seats immediate
rings of precious stones kissed
books written
decorated
clothing too separated
high hats and staffs
esoteric street monks
lotus temples
churches and mosques
wars and pieces of technology
words and words
prophecies
predictions times and days
but he in the most unlikely place
clear for all to see
judges in righteousness
the holy of holies
and in secret spirit
creates the wonder of wonders
ready to sop up the tears
and live into being
knowing purity
at home at last
a windy spirit
a body
and a seat.

Anniversary

This is the adversary
formality and traditional
rational logical transitions
toward a sound argument
really loud and passionate.

One year ago
much pain
unknown
focused
throes

pinnacle in rising star
shining away reflective
and the sacred nuptial
consummation
contracting conditions
yearly earnings
paper weight
sewing

toss those bags on the camel's back
the desert must be traveled
one dune to the next
autopilot
thirst

One year away
from contact
shellac
solid staff
effortless ass
reaching the sacred city

to complete the agreement
and read what is written
seven lightnings later
all the libraries have burned
and commited
in memory
and forgotten by the crowd
this terrible place
be proud.