Ponderings

I burned my bridges for a ring
So all could see you wear my heart.
And it is best to have no security
in secular ideals, but to cling to
the Kyrios.
I'm just curious for the question.

-the bard 30/01/06

I'll leave it obscure. Its the end of a good weekend, and many thoughts are assailing my brain. And it is good. O, and it is off the cuff. Seems to work best.

Peace.

undecided: "This Injustice" or "Canvas God"?

Your face is hidden, faded behind
that wooden sullen pulpit.
I think we miss, or make, rearrange
who it is we'll worship.
Did we turn 'round
that smile upside down?--
why the painted frown?
Painted; that's what it is.
Endangered; that's what we've done.
Have you seen the laughing God? the Father of delights?
the dancing Love
whose tune we've seem to
turn down,
if not (mute).

-i'd really love to hear your thghts about this one, and not only on a literary note..

Emily

Clearly,
the Poet was
______________blurring the lines
______________blending the lies
between what she means and
__________________what she can
________say
say. what did you say
I can’t seem to
________didn’t you
have it your way
____then-
her words in
________your mouth on
______your lips in
____your ear
will speak
_________fraudulent truths
______________-that word there, this pause here-
till her voices and
_____verses and
_________dis-
___________joint-
______________-ed lines
____are a shrine built to
all that you
____wanted to
____Here.

poly|sylla|bi|fica|ti|on

______skin
_________lines
(permanent) polysyllabification

of mind.
________cold-
ness_____heat
_____________bless with persistence
overcoming
_____________bless

Conversations

Speaking in codes, there are animated conversations
because the spine is the only force strong enough
to constrain the paginated enthusiasm.

Raising voices in competition to the neighbour
nestled neatly, and vertically against each other;
it gets rather loud in the library.

And only when the spines crack will the volume
spin off the dial, and nothing else can be
heard in the world.

i see you through blood

i see you through blood

single drops, single thoughts
all the while your wound it rots
so adept, now point the way
bleeding on us as you say:

"trust me on this
i now know bliss
close your eyes
now my disguise
will hide a face
the human race

trust me on this
while mockers hiss
close your ears
to shut out fears"
...and yet this face
you couldn't trace

we will sit and watch
the red lines draw their way on you
believe what you want
your wounds bleed
and tell us you were a liar all along

i saw you through blood
and it told me everything i needed

the mouth of the [s٨n] opens

Perhaps waiting Perhaps expectantly Perhaps with sadness
Hush yields to shout as the sun opens its mouth

And a brilliance spills on these,
falling on top but
making them shine as though
they were lit themselves.

And a song spills out, in ebbs
Piercing to our ears, we are burnt by such beauty

Lightless ourselves, but wicks.
Until ignition

Then
then the moon blues, the sky falls, the rocks breathe
and the Moses complex falls on top
to fall to ourselves and
ing-ing to glory, by
that catalyst:
Brightest of lights
Could light my dead and let my life glow

happy new year dps :)
i wrote this in the morning when it was still a bit dark outside, and my backyard had this grey-blue quality to it that made it look a bit luminous. the combination of what i was reading in 2 Corinthians with what i saw made me conceive this poem. it's based on the passages in 4:6 and 3:18, "for God, who said, 'let light shine out of darkness', made his light shine in our hearts to give us the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Christ." and "and we, who with unveiled faces all reflect the Lord's glory, are being transformed into his likeness with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is Spirit." what i mean to do in this poem is make a parallel between the illuminated scene in my backyard with the fact that we as Christians glow with God's light, as in the verses. now for some technical stuff :P
- in the third stanza, i chose the word "ebb" b/c in contrast to tides that flow out, the spilling of light already has that outward motion. the subsequent glowing of illuminated objects can only spill light "back", just as an ebb flows back to the ocean.
- in the first line of the last stanza, i tried to list a few commonly known strange or rare occurances (i guess the strange ones would be more accurate to what i'm trying to say than the rare?) i.e. a blue moon, a falling sky, something inanimate coming to life. i strange occurances to try to capture the mystery of Christ in us: something completely holy wanting to make transform us likewise.
- the "ing-ing" is about that process, b/c in 2 Cor 3:18, the tense of the verb "being transformed" is both present and past (is there a name for that??), as is the nature of how we become holy (by justification and sanctification. sorry for the big terms, they became sort of buzzwords whenever i was taught about Christian holiness :P)