posted on December 2, 2013 at 10:02 pm
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in this house where nothing is mine only gods

a gracious spirit has passed by bringing us some sweet music

holy harmony of long gone jericho maybe ripped from horn

i remember the hanging gardens of nineveh i dreamed in my tomb

yes there were angels but they were terrible to look upon

with great wings beating cobalt void

voices calling heavens language into the ether

but i have wandered from both my oath and path

in brothel and opium den god still see through men

down every wire the liar is trapped again

the muse i sought was not so easily bought

the discontent of winter gave way to summers blazing bloom

in a courtyard in israel where the camera flare

and music comes like the most perfect distance approaching all whirling strangest strings

flinging things from its centre the music enters from above

covering the plains and planes of men with the strains of gods own song

oh if you can bear to hear it oh mortal man

every drum in every world and worlds we cannot even apprehend my friend

beating out the heart of gods name in blood like flame

suddenly i am eventually reduced to moaning my poem in the dirt of this earth

i crawl and trawl through my desert bible moses madman mayhem

let my people go

i let my people go to the city of sin and sodom down by the transparent sea

there was a bitch of a devil and she was waiting for me

i am an angel too she spat into a darkening storm that hovered high

as she pull out my eyes so i could see she was as blind as me

this nightmare world is gone come morning somewhere i care about

but the question of evil is not leaving so easy just to please thee

god intervene in this dream i sure as silent scream

god in a field in the bright land beyond death

your cross is grown over now in flowers of light

so absorbed in eternal perfection and wondering aloud

each word is a song some world will one day sing

each world slips created into time and is at once complete

oh everything is already there

nothing begins nothing ends

the music composed once lasts in the air forever

it is the very weather it is the birds and it is the fish

its the howling nether beasts who may not exist

oh fox mind siren who sings from her cove

and crazy maenad ripped orpheus for love

music is dripping from gods fingers child i guarantee it

if i couldnt be his singer why would i be it?

i play the blues down in the swamp the monsters come and see it

i arctic harp in the frosted halls and walls under the blackest vault

the women lie close to me to keep their bodies warm they say

but when the darkness comes some hands under my shirt begin to play

through this ice roof i feel his eyes although no surprise

in this wintered cloak we entered underground through a burnt oak

the mulled wine with its almonds and raisins was warm

soon a swarm of shadows had gently enfolded me in sleep

and after that

there were no memories i was allowed to keep

21 Responses to “lambiguity”

  1. avatar
    cheryl | 3 December 2013 at 1:16 am #

    oh but those songs you sing on this road called life……..Rock On SK !

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    Brien Comerford | 3 December 2013 at 4:06 am #

    Sk is incessantly prolific. prodiguous and progressive. He’s the frontman for arguably the supreme band on the planet. His Isidore releases are in the same pantheon of some of The Church’s best albums. KK is musical and audio ear candy too. Sk is concurrently a major player in three fantastic groups.

    His blogs, prose and poetry are totally cerebral, visionary, surreal and at times very spiritual. A very impressive painter too.

  3. avatar
    Kohl Ette | 3 December 2013 at 4:58 am #

    In the afternoon
    I went out into the sunstreaked lane
    and beheld
    golden aka angel trumpets
    and marveled how
    they could appear so
    heavenly yet be
    so toxic
    then tonight I saw
    a vase of van gogh’s
    oleanders
    humble and alluring
    and remembered
    a pink pool on grass
    surrounding a shrub
    after rain
    when remembered again
    my mother’s
    warning against their
    poison
    tho I also recall
    an anecdote
    about antidotes.

  4. avatar
    Anonymous | 3 December 2013 at 9:23 am #

    I just saw Sparks in london – yeeeah!

  5. avatar
    Anonymous | 3 December 2013 at 4:12 pm #

    Fan poetry page pt 422…yadda…

  6. avatar
    Kohl Ette | 3 December 2013 at 6:09 pm #

    quite similar… quite different or as another band sang ‘our tension and our tenderness’?

  7. avatar
    Chris | 3 December 2013 at 11:25 pm #

    ‘each word is a song some world will one day sing’

    ‘music is dripping from gods fingers child i guarantee it’

    Had a vision last night of a heavenly paradise where all communication and all feeling was expressed in a rapturous music that is tasted here on earth…music is the language and milieu of the Divine….when I listen to ‘Shell’ or ‘Invisible’ I see hear feel and know eternity…….

  8. avatar
    Kohl Ette | 4 December 2013 at 7:49 pm #

    African Jesus!

  9. avatar
    isolde | 5 December 2013 at 3:10 pm #

    Totes

  10. avatar
    Kohl Ette | 6 December 2013 at 4:38 pm #

    scuse ecumenal work ethic. dilly dilly blue green lavender violet.

  11. avatar
    Anonymous | 7 December 2013 at 9:21 am #

    I saw him smile 4 the first time. A true smile. One that gleams from the eyes, across the face and out the end corners of the moutth. For some years now this man has crossed my path. it is the first time I have seen him smile.

  12. avatar
    Anonymous | 7 December 2013 at 9:26 am #

    Then there was the other. He just stared at me. He did not look happy. He looked pained or sad. Was I supposed to know who he was. Was I supposed to understand what was going on. Where was he going. Was I to intervene.

  13. avatar
    hellbound heart | 8 December 2013 at 11:20 am #

    thanks for your beautiful words….trying to focus on them but I got shat on big time and ended up in a world of trouble and pain……still sick in the stomach over what happened…..
    wish you well, Steve
    <3

    • avatar
      Sam Mayfair | 8 December 2013 at 3:16 pm #

      damn it!

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        hellbound heart | 8 December 2013 at 7:09 pm #

        Thanks Sam……I’ve spent the weekend crying and feeling like I want to throw up…..the person involved is being an utter BASTARD……will NEVER forgive him for making me feel like this, NEVER…..
        <3

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          Anonymous | 9 December 2013 at 12:40 am #

          Know that some people’s actions are not their own but the manipulation of others. And with some it is either the wickedness of their hearts or their self centredness. Often difficult to discern. And othertimes its just the devil trying 2 c how much pain he can inflict on ones life.
          Crying helps ones relief. But crying w prayer helps 2 overcome. (ALSO brings floods but thats another story) Same as w hymn singing. No matter how much one doesnt want 2 because in 2 much pain or anger even 2 the point when one screams at God and shakes both fists at him. Singing till peace succumbs u is better than toiling will grief and anger and illness than longer than wot is necessary.
          & if the usual men problems. Bless him. It wil help 2 move him out of yr life sooner. But be strong enough 2 deal w that his life will be allhunky dory and going swell whilst yr still trying 2 get yrs back in some order.

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          HateHateHate | 12 December 2013 at 3:24 am #

          Hellbound, they all make you feel like this sooner or later. Abandon love, live alone, die alone. It’s the only way.

  14. avatar
    Anonymous | 8 December 2013 at 3:47 pm #

    Sick as in consciousness of the event or the literal sense. In the latter, I find singing hymns from the depths of the stomach upwards often helps me 2 recover more quickly. Be prepared for any purging of wrong spiritual breath that does not belong within. It also clears the pains on the head caused from hooks and the like. Out there I know butbeleive me it works

  15. avatar
    Kohl Ette | 9 December 2013 at 5:02 am #

    True.

  16. avatar
    Anonymous | 9 December 2013 at 9:33 pm #

    Music is beautiful. C wot a song, a voice, the music itself can do 2 one’s spirit.

  17. avatar
    Kohl Ette | 10 December 2013 at 1:03 pm #

    Yes


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