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Descent
The waves were churning in white moonlight. They broke unevenly upon the shore and receded. My body was there on dry land yet my dream was above or within the water, the chaos. And I woke, my stomach churning, my will unable to rise upon the surface and face the day as a normal personContinue reading “Descent”
Rescue us, if you even deign to
The waves foamed white, dazzling and brilliant through an emerging sun.We were made whole again in the brief stillness of spent waves. The water fell back, ready to go again anew.Oh boundless glory, oh Ancient of Days,Oh unending anxiety, presage the end.The Son is eternal, yet sets unceasingly upon furrowed brows.And she is there alwaysContinue reading “Rescue us, if you even deign to”
Time Frozen
Piercing windows,Shattered smells,There is too much glory hereThe greens are dark in front backlit by a brimming and vibrant green redux.Leaves glimmer in the setting lightThey are imbued with an otherworldiness by embers of dying wind. The sun setting in the summer is a time frozen. The light is wild in the western sky andContinue reading “Time Frozen”
In the proper space, time is irrelevant
A little slower, a little grooved out,A little more ready to spend a while in one place,A little more ample opportunity to have the outlines of your hands trace the curves of a sight unseen.To hear the hot breath of a microphone modulated,To smile and not worry for what comes next. Time is stretched outContinue reading “In the proper space, time is irrelevant”
Ignition of Time
We stand in a segment of time that transgresses all other moments. The past is dead and always was. We are alive and think we aren’t. Nostalgia is chain-linked bondage to thoughts remembered. We hope to regain our peace in worlds abandoned, to be safe and secure in tepid stillness. And the sun is settingContinue reading “Ignition of Time”
False start
Right now all it seems to be is past writings, nothing new is taking shape to flow in sparkling water on crystal pages. The sentences are disjointed and I am nothing but writers block and past glory.
Cry and break free
Words, spat out or treasured and adored, All, nevertheless, spill out when the discontents of my life tip over into the conscious. Words adorn this page as clothes adorn the psychotic, a bit misplaced, slightly jagged and with a bit too much consciousness. There is only now. But the now is always on some levelContinue reading “Cry and break free”
Angel
This is a most wearisome age.A few drops here, a few thereAnd the night fissionsShadows start their ascent to the surface.Coalescing, apparitions of forms,Here they come again aware of their despair.The roses lay around the burning bush, their beauty ferments and that’s all I see, barefooted or not.The pagan mind lurks among the curb-stomped abortedContinue reading “Angel”
Change Eternal
Between the tufts of beach shrubbery, our campsite took place. Three tents, all a hundred yards from the beach. The narrow path to the beach winds up the dunes. It is overrun with burs and vegetation so I wear sandals to the halfway point. Here the pure sand takes over and I ditch my sandals.Continue reading “Change Eternal”
We all stand on the sad earth
“We all stand on the sad earth, throwing long shadows, breath cut with flesh.” -Jack Kerouac “Every creature casts a shadow under the sun’s golden finger/ But when the sun sinks past the waving grass/ Some shadows are dragged along” -The Handsome Family “The Bottomless Hole” I came home again having had theContinue reading “We all stand on the sad earth”
Genesis
I do not want to write words that describe emotion; I want instead words that are emotion. I do not want to describe what I’m doing; I want writing to be what I’m doing. Here, I am not interested in well-constructed arguments or syllogisms. Instead, what is it that burns within you, that kindles uponContinue reading “Genesis”
Home Less
The rust was a dead meteor emblazoned into the sidewalk. It passed by and I kept walking. In God there was no evil. Now I look to my left and soles of feet peer back at me, their owner lying face down under rags. Those soles move infant-like back and forth, knowing not their creator.Continue reading “Home Less”
De-construction, De-mise, De-cay: Pathetic Christian Leaders
The happiness of people is always buttressed by the sorrows of another. This sick artifice must rest on some poor soul who has no happiness. Woe to the happy and joyful, woe to those who are alive and don’t even know what means. What new catchphrase is next? Atheism, Deconstruction, White Privilege. Perhaps a suggestion:Continue reading “De-construction, De-mise, De-cay: Pathetic Christian Leaders”
There is no reconciliation
There is no reconciliation. There is only the sound of others conversing, laughing. Fragments of pain escape when my heart turns in convulsions. Echoes of biased narratives designed to manipulate. Shouting, screaming in joy to show others how happy you are. Sadness, starting in my mind and plunging back down to its source, dragging bitsContinue reading “There is no reconciliation”
Sunrise Redux
Sunrise, when prepared for, always takes an eternity. The sky warms for what feels like ages. In this time, two options spring forth: either the horizon changes almost imperceptibly quickly or the mind, unhinged with anticipation, creates in the yet unborn new day a depth hitherto unknown. The lifeguard stand a perfect vantage point. Waiting,Continue reading “Sunrise Redux”
Unmoored
What a weird world I live in, a weird reality I create and inhabit. I dwell amongst my perceptions yet they know me not. Unease filters like icy water down my spine. Faint wisps of that which is missing drift through the trees. The sun, long obscured now, hung distant beneath the clouds. Many forgottenContinue reading “Unmoored”
Words Expressed and Truth Unknown
Visions of reign feign down upon life, My soul empties Slits of red angular motion, Peak to Peak, I see it all. Whoever wishes, may Whoever dreams, realizes Whoever struggles with the eternal, becomes His purpose in the painful afterglow of life’s first moments. Shimmering doubts light the fire of the will. My soul longsContinue reading “Words Expressed and Truth Unknown”
New Hollywood
Of all the new artists of worth, those who will last and will be played into the second half of this century, none wish to be Hollywood, none wish to pursue the path to fraudom. The siren song has lost its luster; something new is coming. The old is passing away, even if it isContinue reading “New Hollywood”
Passing Through
Ridged with depth and light, the clouds cut off the sun, its last rays shooting off, vivid, angular, frantic. Soon darkness would erase texture, and the moment would melt. But that’s later, you are here with me now, no wishing needed. Each cloud was well-defined, as it should be: some glowing with light, some wereContinue reading “Passing Through”
“Excessive Consciousness is a Disease”– Dostoevsky
To re-create that which is infused with melancholy and charm in a sparsely populated brewery room ravaged by the years of small town living and the recent pandemic would be tricky indeed. Vulnerable chords and gloomy laughter, peaceful sessions of music. The room is lit, not dimly, but not happily. Here it is still natural,Continue reading ““Excessive Consciousness is a Disease”– Dostoevsky”
Lines are Circles Falling Down
If I put lines in front of you that rhyme, And blast you off into the bliss outside of time, And wreck you until all of the fruit is gone and there is only rind, Then you see it was all a game to open your mind, You’re mine Fine, I start again backwards andContinue reading “Lines are Circles Falling Down”
Source Unending
Think this is it? It’s gonna get fun from here. We haven’t even reached second grade yet. Modern scum. You emptied yourself to be acceptable. I emptied myself to live. I have nothing. You’ve got diminishing returns and a bank account. You are only now becoming dimly aware that it’s all going to end. I’veContinue reading “Source Unending”
Falling Stars
Get these kids on a steady diet of Roman history. God, what the hell is wrong with this generation? If you want to think and think well, if you want to create in your mind schemes of complex synchronicity and draw others to you in connective tissue of transcendence, just a thought BUT, critical raceContinue reading “Falling Stars”
Alluvion
If the wind were through the trees, and the sun setting behind, how could I choose the right words, the right spell[-ing], to keep this sentence going forever, both in time and in space. .Here, run the wave back and forth, within and without, above and beneath this sentence. What is it to know somethingContinue reading “Alluvion”
The Next and Final Great American Novel
Below is an excerpt from the latest bestseller Rise up: the Story of our Freedom, an unprecedented novel raining down the waters of social justice upon our parched, wicked land: Mother and son were finally reunited after years of separation. There was much anticipation and hope. Indeed, the bitterness slowly dissolved upon first meeting. WithContinue reading “The Next and Final Great American Novel”
Millennial Married Men
How would you know reading this that something quite unsettling is slithering through the spaces between unlinked thoughts arising at this very moment. What if the things alluded to, the emotions smothered and reincarnated throughout thousands of years of manipulation were around and abound in your life, in the world around us, in the conversationContinue reading “Millennial Married Men”
the devil’s playbook
“Behold, I send you out as sheep in the midst of wolves; so be wise as serpents AND innocent as doves.” When will we Christians awaken to our complete modern dove nature? We cut off conjunctions [AND] of Christ at will in our attempt to be tolerant and appealing to the world. Woe to us,Continue reading “the devil’s playbook”
The Coming Spheres
(Forgive the raw nature of this article; I am still drawing out fully the ideas expressed here, but thought it better to publish first and ask forgiveness later). Every group these days talks about the “us versus them ideology”’ in others. Rarely do they stop and ask if they are not indeed the “us,” butContinue reading “The Coming Spheres”
Bare
What is it like to come of age in a society and a culture that is already dead? Could the rotting corpse in which you grew up be more palatable and soothing even if you became aware of what a corpse is? Here is a time and a history in which the people live offContinue reading “Bare”
Mid-December Musings
How about the beach in the winter? The morning with the sun slanting its way across your brow; your shadows angle off to the ground as the cold breeze singes your nose. The waves crash and the birds fly and there is nothing else in that moment, nothing else which is needed for the mindContinue reading “Mid-December Musings”
A Sunrise
And now for the sunrise itself, the beginning of all things. A small band of clouds was huddled around impending-dawn. As dawn approached, a small sliver of skyline burst out at the horizon as orange fire seeks escape from its confines. The tops of the clouds shone golden and then increased to a vividness ofContinue reading “A Sunrise”
Cape Point Review
Cape Point, Hatteras: Land of falling stars, blowing sands; where the rising sun is seen along the passing of the tides to its setting. East meets West from one point of view. The South beach entrance is a hike by foot, and the beach itself is bookended by cars jettisoning out into the sea. ThisContinue reading “Cape Point Review”
To those in power
A directive from We the People to our representatives As We the People are the only legitimate source of authority and power in this great nation, We order you in these dark times to give an account to the following accusations and to provide us with enough confidence that you will rectify your wrongs: ItContinue reading “To those in power”
Means and End
Be suspicious of ANY reasoning, no matter how convincing, that concludes with the continuation and maintenance of servitude, prison-like modalities of thought, or any process meant to demoralize. The means do not justify the end, and the end does not justify the means unless BOTH aim at the Good. And the Good is the GoodContinue reading “Means and End”
The lie
As an elected official, to lie to We the People is treason. To lie at all is treason before the Almighty God. And the lie became truth and dwelt among us. Which is it: Shall the Word dwell among and within us or shall the lie further poison existence itself? The Word is the antidoteContinue reading “The lie”
American Patriot
There are of course many facets to this new movement, but here is the longest lasting and most threatening to the elites: Those of us (mainly young but certainly can be any age) who have grown up and matured during this new millennium, and who perhaps are neither wealthy nor famous nor cookie-cutter personas. WeContinue reading “American Patriot”
To erode or not to erode
Let’s discuss the process of erosion. Have you ever witnessed a flash flood or at least a river gorged with water? With strange adamantine sucking and gurgling, huge chunks of earth break off from the banks. They are quickly dissolved into the raging waters which churn and roar. Yet the bedrock, the solid foundation, makesContinue reading “To erode or not to erode”
The Word
“Behold the Lamb of God, who takes away the sins of the world.” These words, mere sounds and syllables in the mouth, are weighty beyond human reckoning. Place them upon your existence, and they will, due to their weightiness, penetrate your fleshly desires; your material cravings will collapse in on themselves like the house ofContinue reading “The Word”
Imaged
Images from childhood keep flashing forth, brief and unadulterated; they are connected to our primordial melancholy—that which was once perfect now tinged irrevocably with doubt and despair. The marsh of the Denbigh River in all its filthy glory fills my nostrils. The river, winding in steep curves back and forth, goes out of its wayContinue reading “Imaged”
Some mornings
Some mornings I revel in the Word of God, letting his love cover my insufficiencies, doubts, failures, and bitterness. The sun peeks through the clouds in all its brilliance, bathing stale modernity in vivid teeming light. My thoughts do not dwell on the darkness, on a woman, on the bleak future; instead, I find comfortContinue reading “Some mornings”
If you can’t sleep, move
The earth is full of those who witness what is seldom heard, and see what is rarely known. If you can’t sleep, move. Meaning is the abyss from which terror or joy illuminates everything in their polarity. Moderate the mind and the extremes flow forth in manageable waves of knowing the beyond. The abyss ofContinue reading “If you can’t sleep, move”
Snow
Clean, pure, and unique, they fall, floating upon currents and descending some predetermined path. Above me, the trees sway as gusts of wind move through. Some melt, cold, upon my face, their properties in this reality changing rapidly, molecules separating for no other reason but that this is the way it was and is; hydrogenContinue reading “Snow”
Ghost in Ghent
“And there shall be no night there; and they need no candle, neither light of the sun; for the Lord God giveth them light; and they shall reign for ever and ever.” Revelations 22:5 KJV In those days, reality was raw and pure. The now was both too much and not enough all at once.Continue reading “Ghost in Ghent”
There He is in the desert
There he is in the desert When I open my eyes first thing in the morning and the first thought that comes rushing back to fill the void are my indecencies of the night before, there he is in the desert. When I stumble downstairs aware of and craving the sin I am about toContinue reading “There He is in the desert”
Descending the mountain
It is an otherworldly afternoon. Raindrops of light filter slowly through the leaves, then their beams angle straight down upon the earth illuminating one small piece of forest; each ray casts an aura of eternity and all-encompassing beauty upon the world … As I continue along the trail, my body in motion but my soulContinue reading “Descending the mountain”
Fear is an illusion– a refrain
We fear what we cannot control. But control is an illusion (we control only nothing in an absolute sense). So then, fear is an illusion. In many days, I’ve known nothing. In some moments, I perceived everything. Time is a fabric. The now is a zipper that either orders our past and future or disembowelsContinue reading “Fear is an illusion– a refrain”
Future shows the past
The divine will of God shall be known again in the eyes of the child. And we shall inherit the earth in all its filthy glory, and we shall pass it, filthy or not, onto those after us, those who saw the divine will in all things and yet grew to know certainty; in thatContinue reading “Future shows the past”
An eternal unease drifts by and remembers its origin within
The mind, the mind is powerful. They are drunk with the power their own narratives afford them. And heaving, man vomits his unquenchable desires, uncertain love, and unbridled fear upon the world. To wake is to be borne again into time. Before, I dreamed a thousand dreams of potential and anguish. Then I awoke, andContinue reading “An eternal unease drifts by and remembers its origin within”
A new moon rose with melancholic despair
A new moon rose with melancholic despair. An anxiety of a new kind is rising within the human spirit. Why does such a change scare us? We are all aware that this life is temporary, that we will die someday, maybe some day soon. But a change in certainty, in perhaps false certainty frightens us.Continue reading “A new moon rose with melancholic despair”
The Saints all suffer for this
The saints all suffer for this, that which I gaze upon. I’m living that divine life now, full of rapture, despair, peace and loneliness. The mists cling to the form of night. Pain settles in from childhood. Memories of a sunrise with a lover shade themselves with loss. The sun hazily breaks through to myContinue reading “The Saints all suffer for this”
The Median
He stood, an old man draped in weighty years of pain, sagging against a speed limit pole, itself draped in the flowers and messages of a forlorn mother whose son has negated his life through tipsy joyriding. The man knew this not though and the grieving mother knew not the old man. Both were againstContinue reading “The Median”
The Bar
“We all stand on the sad earth throwing long shadows, breath cut with flesh.” — Jack Kerouac, Desolation Angels, ch. 22, end of paragraph two. There are no long shadows in this place though, everything is dark and silhouettes cut the darkness as they writhe and bob back and forth… The songs are bad andContinue reading “The Bar”
Meaninglessness CANNOT exist without meaning
And there was light. It so often feels as if no matter what I do as a career, or as a person, or what conversations I have or what I share or who I surround myself with or what I feel or think or fear, that it is all pointless, only ending in the negationContinue reading “Meaninglessness CANNOT exist without meaning”
Phoenix
From the ashes of a shattered beginning, something good can, something good simply must grow. For what other option is there to believe? All will be revealed and the battle has already been won; why are we segmenting ourselves off into abysses of hesitation, cul-de-sacs of intellectual obfuscation and shallow aboveground pools of material wealth.Continue reading “Phoenix”
The Insane
People love to scoff and feign empathy for those who speak out of turn and may even be slightly off or “going through a mental episode.” But why the fear and disdain. The person may be experiencing all of eternity at once, and that would be enough for anyone to go crazy. Give me thatContinue reading “The Insane”
The Politics of the Good (An Exploration 1.a)
Politics is neither agreement nor compromise; it is instead the struggle for the good. If we meet in the middle then no one is really satisfied; if we achieve even a fraction of the good though, then the dividends redound through the generations. There is no longer any compromising your values nor achieving power atContinue reading “The Politics of the Good (An Exploration 1.a)”
Dead Religion
We are all infinitely wise and incredibly foolish. The wickedness increased upon Earth is often a direct reflection of the wickedness hidden within the shadow of my soul, with the shadow of your soul. My shame bears my soul to pieces, while life is Cained out of me. Prologue I think that we shall allContinue reading “Dead Religion”
Rise Anew
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread. Just remember, though, Jacob wrestled the angel, and the angel was overcome. We Americans are in many ways a collection of fools.Fools to believe that a government by the people for the people and of the people should NEVER perish from this earth;fools to believe that allContinue reading “Rise Anew”
