Monday, December 31, 2007

Two Worlds

Prayer unto the Merciful;

In the name of Man:

Take her soul away today

Reveal the master plan.

Trapped in a vessel of mangled flesh

She is but innocence

Tapped of energies mind’s depressed

Hard to see the sense

Her mission none can comprehend

Perhaps to teach compassion

Now send her down unto her end

The vines have seen their rations

Perhaps it is but selfish instinct

To petition for such an act

But the High-Priest’s mother was succinct

Knowing none to argue the facts

One’s Mercy is another’s Justice

One’s Justice is another’s Mercy

I know not of cosmic scales

Nor the deeds they weigh

I know of sleepless wails

And machinations’ prey

From whence will come the maidservant

To smash an object on the ground

Release her from her torment

Distract the Sages’ sounds

She’d lift her 10 curled fingers

Towards the heights of heavens

May the melodious angelic singers

Usher her in “Peace” through Seven

Sunday, December 2, 2007

House of Fire - House of Flame

Oh my brothers how I love thee

Oh my brothers come complete me

I am not the pigeon-stool you think I am

I am not the foolish dreamer poet slam

Sons of servants see me as your kin

Sons of fervent fathers see your skin

Papa sent me from the Valley of Friends

Papa’s visions beheld not dead-ends

The kindly Master pointed in a direction

The kindly Master pointed to redemption

In the well from which it was propelled

In the shell from which I was expelled

Nomadic traders - long lost relations

Tragic traitors cast me into the lap of temptations