I've been Yaweh's holocaust
far too long
What is it to you
who knows naught of me
that I now choose
to become Aphrodite's
oblation song

SEERESS

You called me Father
I said identity mistaken
You stepped in so much closer
the more to search me over
And with sad punishing eyes
low laid me down in surprise
when by strong contradiction
you called me Father
yet one time again
Oh ... Reverend Sister
but this question I propose
Just how
did you know

Sisters Passing

A sister passed so close to me
one very soft September eve
and I shivered in holy dread
as there was none sound born of her tread
Hard I did gaze rapt in wonder
whilst my heart clapped trembling thunder
This bride of Christ
was more shimmered than winter ice
At each station
she genuflected her Lord's passion
so unaware it must be said
of falling leaves nimbus dancing
above the veil of her bent head
As I watched her move
over the mow and through the wood
no note heard I of pipping bird
or Lourdian spring
Only whispers
of her Virgin Lady smiling
Frozen in time I had realized
that from behind some Autumn elm
she never again materialized
And as I turned for to take my leave
I saw yet even more sisters
on that golden eve
Eager to make each their own round
in St. Cecilia's resting ground
With weeping heart quite discreetly
did I depart that hallowed place
being much wounded
of St. Cecilia's most secret grace
)O(

HAUNTED

Scattered bones, like broken stones
disturb the field of my dreams
Light less eyes, kissed by flies
died in a symphony of screams

I have to know, what made you go
to the killing ground
where your teardrops fell
without sound

Scarlet rain, like rampant stain
dampens the weave of my thought
Velvet thighs, bruised and tied
lie in a requiem hard caught

I have to know, what made you go
to the riverbed
where your blood drops fell
blackest red

Whispered name, like notations wane
disrupts the tide of my breath
Stunned by lies, urgent cries
sigh in a granite hail of death

I have to know, what made you go
to the desert night
where your life-drops fell
crimson bright

On Alleen

Have you ever been in the forest at earliest dawn when the whole world lies so hushed that you can hear the dulcet song of your own blood; and suddenly, very suddenly, and more silently than any wraith, a doe and her fawn step from the mist to stand so perfectly still that you marvel whether or not your senses have betrayed you? And it's so God-awful beautiful that your heart locks down in mid-beat and physically aches at the sheer wonder of it. That's what she did to me, each time my eyes touched her.

Gaelic Proposal

O weel-faret lassie
Loch spawnt and sassy
I wad tear thee
frae thy guidman

O wee bonnie faerie
den birtht and fiery
I wad bear thee
ta mine clachan

O faire Celtic princess
Druid bred and priceless
I wad lair thee
ase thine leman

O bricht Gaelic Maille
gale-preet and dowie
I wad wear thee
ase mine tartan

WISHVILLE

Here I am
stuck in Wishville again

wishing I were somewhere else
sometimes wishing I could just kill myself
wishing me richer than the House of Windsor
even wishing to be Lady Di's chosen lover

wishing God to grant His healing grace
sometimes wishing I could still touch Alleen's face
wishing back before that bloody time and place
even wishing gone her crimson veil of liquid lace

wishing that I were someone other
sometimes wishing I had better known my father
wishing away the bruises his fists left on my mother
even wishing I could wish back my dead brother

wishing all my children were around me
sometimes wishing no one had wished to spawn me
wishing my sister alive to share kisses
even wishing myself to be out of wishes

not stuck in Wishville
where I am

I am eager to be dissolved, that I may be born again, for my soul is parched with a great thirst.There are yet so many mysteries to be revealed, so much knowledge and wisdom to be gained,and so little time left in this incarnation for the receiving of it.
My only regret in this current life journey is having resisted my pagan heart for so many years.
)O(