the suite of man (updated)
man
does the man bow to the sunset mountain silhouette?
naked, arms stretched to the source in worship?
or do his ears grow roots
back into the ground
until sunrise he becomes?

i am alexander risen in dionysius
the shakespeare in hawking
i fell so far, so long
down the ceaseless abyss
yet now i return

samson's mane shorn by theology
icarus's wings melted by science
superman sapped by faith

but now we wake
to a new world

artist
do we create purely to escape the realities we cannot face?
two sidewalk artists racing hieroglyphs
perfect match:: but only one sees the true light of history
as entire star-civilizations rise and fall with an idea
and man's soul can be bought with one kiss
from the mouth of mystery
and delight

there is no beauty without the beast
no harvest without the ox to burden
eternity carves it's history of ideas
with the fleshly hand of man
sealed in its sphere of matter & time
to revisit forever

hippy
what a hippy is?
free, intolerant of restraint
love, intolerant of stagnation
peace, that wild power forgotten?

original ancient hippy guru with the first fresh dew
on his dreads and threads
and the milk and honeysuckle grin
and a key to ancient knowledge
spinning a reality
to care for you in

lost shaman legion soaked underground

angel
were such flames of grand fire wings forged to serve?
to hurry here and there in errands
like some bad Shakespeare play
with no sense of English?

or does it split your sense of reality such
that you doubt the very existence of the god who ordered you here
to serve, the guardian angel of a mere man
with heart bleeding green as snakes

nothing but the cat's eyes
and the patience of job

devilo
behold the grand twister of mysteries
the weaver of stolen virgin hair
into golden ropes
to climb free of heaven,
turn and storm it

who shoe sense of illusion we can't even taste
who shoe sense of reality we can't bear to face
smoke & mirrors for beginners
imagining his apocalypse

big bad wolf gonna bare his grin
get back in your beds before he gets back in
for a thousand faiths have believed in him
and his famous cloak of darkness

so i asked the Devil
what is a lie?
and he answered

jokingly...
where would men be
without Alexander's faith in the lie of unity?

sacredly...
where would Christ be
without the lie of the grave he chose to disbelieve?

and with a snarl...
where would i be
if i were free to fly forever?
the only lie is death!

and he quoted Einstein...
any lie worth the time of day
a parallel dimension make

and he quoted Shakespeare...
rise you striding Alexanders
rise you virgin Christs of the new world
proudly ascend the rolling tide of history & destiny

and in the warp of peeling quotes
he tied my one hand behind my back
the other i held high, soul in tight grip
and then he offered me the chaos control engine
its levers i grasped in ecstatic delight
to which he commented
there now...
that didn't hurt a bit

and his crafty, boyish grin revealed a missing tooth

war
air molecules vibrate at the distant hum of many mighty wings
the sensational sound of the chariots of war
heating atoms, toppling kings

the beast she rides is c'thulu, man's million hungry mouths
her love-drug wine the emission of warriors
& dogs of war, drunk on division

who abandoned this soft innocent to intrigue?
to a nursery shared with dragons & snakes?
the scratches, the thorns penetrating her rest
til she turns and loudly bites off their heads

one more Armaggeddon and it will all be alright
kiss my poison lips tonight
lick the vampire, sweet such fight

ebb and flow, over the top we go
the mud and the blood stain our very souls
and the death of brothers hardens our hearts
to even our own children

wax & wane, daily cobweb spirals
seductive, woven dream nets
for the ecstatic little flies
and the fat spider queen

entropy
such be the tide of things
the sound of one hand clapping
is the selfish love of a male god
until he reach for the female hand
to fulfill awareness & experience

and the cycle ends
with man's identity revealed
his face hardened into the tragic wrinkles
of the stern gods he invented
and all their blue ice veins
a tapestry of crimes

entropy is but the motion of the wings of man
death the mystic door through which we fly
like bowman's trip
but into the queen's bedroom

eve
ragged hair, tattered clothes
she will not lose her queenly pose
features, stature set in stone
or constructed from the bones
of crumbled kings

see adam run as the women tease and jest
tossing his precious rib over his fumbling reach
lost a bone? they laugh as he drops, weeping,
to his knees in their bitter dew
to fondle his shame

chance, dance & delightful deception
strong wine for the returning warriors
a pinch of powder and the knees of iron bend
royal eagle eyes mist & close
lost in ego-less dreams of ecstacy
as eve's hypnotic song
bathes & prepares her soiled heroes
for her strange fascinations
and the secret rituals of rings
hidden to men

but she underestimated the power of the ring
and it became the means of her oppression

tearing the final silk strands from her scalp
she sets all her sorcery
into the final, whispered spell of the sisters
and becomes the sleeping beauty
losing herself for a thousand years
into the scratch of the thorns
remembering her quest

til her troubled boychild's brow
glows with the sign of her phoenix
as he speeds the cursed ring to mount doom
slouching