the apostles greed
delicate thoughts
a radiance ablaze with burning honour
a grace descended from highest heaven
my stars have aligned in your skies
the palm lined ocean boulevards where i trudged as a child
they have flung themselves open in delirious transport
now i open ceremonies
now i attend great meetings
now i wander the lushest most private gardens
arriving dusty from the heat of the street
i doff my white garments in the coolest chamber
invisible hands anoint me with soothing oils
lavender and sandalwood and ones i cant name
in the echoes of her silent voice that sings in her dome
in the rippling air that moves random fields
in the unguents used and elusive melodies
in my love of the land coaxing oaks from this earth
in waterfalls and pools where the blackest eel lies
in the moonbows above the crescent
in the sheets that dry in this beautiful breeze
today let it be a holy day for evermore
let us live this day over and over my friends
the statues all seem to move of her
the marble is veined with her blood i see
the hewn athene like one arm broken off
a venus conjured from a slab of obsidian rock
an ishtar in moving metal showing all her attributes
mercurial wonder ! i am on fire with ether
i squeeze water from basalt
i assist the passage of inklings thru the void
i find the things i thought i lost
i imagine the things i could once only remember
or is it the other way around…..?
the day turns in
the night stands off waiting
saraswati stay longer i implore to emptiness
the light is changing within the spheres
an unlikely cloud has sundered the summer
and everyone has walked away from the sea
“I saw this film about some people who lived in a dome”.
Your pouring out classic blog after classic blog. Un – thankfully,
I am an insomniac and I often get first read. This one is actually
quite brilliant- I love when you incorporate ‘her’ into your
writings.
Incredible stuff- your muse must be elated.
Az Alwayz,
Dazza
Full of unction, I can hear the tinkling of inklings or is it the other way round?
absolutely beautiful poem.
nice photo too.
sk… february is my birth month. off to Dubai and Thailand for holiday. grateful to work for you and the band for all these years. like a grace descended from highest heaven…
have a good holiday general lloyd
I love reading your lovely language sk
more please!!
My birthday is February 14th, Valentines Day! My Mums and Pops loved it and thought of me as a gift of love, and my Dad ate all the chocolates he brought my Mom on that day, haha, true! I myself both love and feel irritated at the day because throughout my life i had to share it with my loved one and now my wife…so, as i love that day because it’s all about love, I somewhat get irritated because i have to share it, is that wrong? I want my own birthday to be MY DAY and not anyone elses, I’m greedy i guess but shouldn’t be right?…but at the same time i feel like everyone is celebrating MY DAY too!!!? LOL, maybe i need help!? haha…cheers everyone and thanks Steve for the awesome write-up!
“…now i open ceremonies…or is it the other way around…?”…that’s kind of how i feel!? Nice poem relates to what i feel. Ha, much appreciated!
Happy February Everyone and Happy Valentines Day in a couple weeks!
That’s great KRAIG…Happy Birthday soon.
It is a great and special day…it is my daughter’s (Kristina in my avatar) birthday also.
With modern tech in baby delivery, my wife Laura and I planned it this way.
Happy B-Day KRAIG and Kristina (turning 4 years old to go along with my 21 yrold son Alex).
Dazza
february wakes to savour my salty skin
we move ever closely
we swoon, entwined
as marlon’s desire, you were always the one
you colluded
in those twenty something days
when planets froze to banish my design
in the fittest of rages, a paradoxical flight
so marketed
a creation, elusive and convoluted
evading most merciful May
wasted on August love rats
left impaled by December
now tell me why you gave me that day
looming as it is
with reminders of weakest kin and cowardly in vain
who see access all areas, those prickling parodies that swarm
edging over a week now i may note the date
i may sleep, i may hide, i may stop to remember
i may search for the beggar asking less than a lover
but don’t bother aligning your moonstruck sky
I will watch the moment pass in silence
and tell not another
and the next day you rise will be mine
let us study and remember this vision
like the followers of an ancient tradition
when life was paradisical without restriction
and the gods and humans beautifully coexisted
in a magical time when the animals and the fishes
lived unmolested on the fruited plains of existence
and humankind strived to love one another with precision,
without pride or arrogance and all those silly superstitions
and the [inklings] were blessed and given everlasting provision
Conjured up an image of an ancient civilization on the Mediterranean Sea and once again made my winter feel a little warmer.
moonbows- so beautiful.
keysie i was thinkin’ of you at that very moment
hows bobby b going????
just received TIN MINE and JAMMED via DOWN UNDER, I needed some new church music I have not heard before
never really understand what youre saying, but all art is interpretive I guess. much of it seems to be musing about day to day living. every day is a new day and just explodes, no matter how mundane. love you anyway.
keep on truckin’.
I see love woven through this…..ah, to be in the throes of love and passion….
love always….
Lovely stuff.
Yet another request on the letters page for a feature on the band!! That’s 3 in 6 months.
With all the letters they must receive I can’t imagine why Mojo would print this unless they were considering it.
Is anyone from the band chasing this up?
x