He gave away his treasure

and bought food for all the starved

took with him no tunic

for he gave the bare his garb

the fed began to sow

and the robed began to march

all these gathered flowing water

for any lost soul whom was parched

the watered men were drunk

but by the Spirit, not by wine

and they moved about the city

and the Son in them did shine

they fed the lame with bread

and ...

I take the flesh and blood

with hands stained with hell

hold them up to my profane lips

breaking the flesh with my rotting teeth

pour the blood over my liar’s tongue

shovel it down my throat of graves

into the corpse of a man I am

and beyond my hellish heart it goes

down to the depths

into the light it makes in me

into the life He gave to me...

Madness and chaos

everyone’s out for themselves

peace is a squandered notion

we spend the day barreling about

rebounding and colliding

with the people we claim to love

recoiling when we are struck

laughing as we go

soaking up the impact

with our heart and soul

and all the tension

gives us whiplash

—but we blame the other drivers,

vowing to hit them harder next time...

I guess what I was trying to say

was that the masses are cleaving a divide

down in the valley at our feet

and despite us calling to them

they will not cease to claw at the earth

but continue to burrow both day and night

without rest, they tear apart the rock and stone

and a few brave souls leapt down to reason with them

and have been trampled and broken by those masses who labor to ...

So the man built a fence

around his estate

or a fortress, let’s say,

around the crops that he planted

and another man was hungry

so he scaled the wall and took of the fruits of the first man

then, being caught with a full-belly

by the first man, brow yet sweating from his labor and harvest

who, promptly decided upon insisting the other man reap what he sow, and to have respect for ...

…Where there is light

there is always a shadow close behind

Where there is life

death lingers and waits for its time

Where there is Christ

Light breaks over the dark and shines

Where there is light…

(🔄)...

On my door,

when I was not home

and you, my love, told them

that you were merely a flower

and I, a tree

(How much that meant to me!)

——those twin birds who brought their gods

and whom you greeted with Christ’s love;

how awful my heart aches for them

as they articulated their uncertainties

and as I bowed my head: they did too

and we spake unto the One True God

they, with t...

What manner of love

dost Thou possess

that findeth me

in mine regress,

when I hath trodden

o’er the edge

and put to flame

mine every bridge,

when I hath hidden

mine face from Thee

and donned mine mask

of worldly glee,

and through the valley

o’ Despair,

to curs’d lands

I built mine lair,

what love, sweet Christ,

dost Thou possess,

that Thou, my Light,

to death extends,

that tho’ min...

society wipes it odiferous arse

with man of cloth

naked men whom forsook

clean garbs for Moses’ robe

——then entangled fig leaves

—then nothing at all

conjecture and splintering etiquette

hair-splitting crises

ego-driven entomology

hell-hand Gnosticism

nomenclature of the stains of man

Tartarus beckons the Bride

lo’ she heeds no one at all

tho her pocket-god of

Self...

For there is a river flowing

like a mirror reflecting the heavens

from that Temple in the East

which was born from old

when the Roman spear

met the King’s side;

it began to flow forth

and has moved about the land

carving a channel

through the waterless places

through the drought of man’s soul

ebbing its way ever forward

to the sea where Death resides

so to fill it with abun...