posted on May 27, 2011 at 8:49 pm

hazy merit

sing then o muse oh then sing me a river

sing me a mirror  and sing me a sky

sing me a garden with panther and peacock

sing me the echo at the end of my time

o mortal the rivers that rush from olympus

they carry sleek fish that all whisper the sea

but waiting downstream is the fox and the jackal

and the eagle above in the mirroring sky

this then is you as live within your time

the minutes imprison  yet the years set you free

the magnetic attraction of all your possessions

but everything slipping past right through your hands

the beast deep inside you demanding its dinner

the angel above if you only could see

the gold in the earth is reflecting the sun man

the silver beneath you reflecting the moon

and the stars in the heavens that swim through the darkness

the darkness itself penetrated by light

and time your conundrum your fate and your paradox

and life is your dream when you lie in the earth

the blood and the tears are the rubies and diamonds

and the emerald sea with its monsters and pearls

and just in one instant its all gone into nowhere

and just in one second its all null and void

the world that you knew is still turning without you

yet something is missing though something is new

the wolf with the lamb in its jaws is the future

the serpent in wait on a branch of  the  tree

the chasm is yawning the trap has been looming

the jungle is teeming with the bear and the boar

threshing the corn that conceals the cobra

the machinery teeth of the armies of war

the spear and the arrow the insult and arrogance

the ergot the cactus the poppy the grape

the women and men all grasp at each other

but no one can save you from oncoming death

is life so bleak then o muse can you answer

when  is the appointed hour of release

how will it feel when this play is all over

how many days am i certain to see

oh no man can know when his hour is coming

oh no man can bear this terrible grief

i couldnt tell you and you couldnt listen

and it wouldnt save you or give you back time

this is the night at the end of your day and

this is the rest at the end of your work

this is the way it always must be and

all must endure it whatever it holds

but already i had stopped hearing her

my mind was so restless my heart was so numb

my fear and my selfishness pulling the strings and

ignorance seemed like a warm place to be

21 Responses to “only this”

  1. avatar
    princey | 27 May 2011 at 9:13 pm #

    WOW! 🙂

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    veleska1970 | 27 May 2011 at 9:20 pm #

    lol, amanda, i second that comment–> WOW. 🙂

    thanks for these beautiful words, steve. today is a happy/sad day for me. my baby girl is graduating from elementary school today. it’s hard for me to grasp that she is now halfway through school and before i know it, she’ll be walking across a university stage accepting her masters degree from the university chancellor. my, they grow up fast, don’t they?

    hope you and yours are doing well.

    lotza love…..

  3. avatar
    Christine | 27 May 2011 at 9:25 pm #

    I don’t know what to say. Except that reading this gave me an adrenalin rush…it is in a word, amazing.

  4. avatar
    Wilfred Paradise | 27 May 2011 at 9:28 pm #

    steve – add the bass line, couple complimentary guitars, an occasional drum, and you’re there – come on back to the States – wilfred p

  5. avatar
    Heidi | 27 May 2011 at 10:58 pm #

    First time I have felt compelled to comment. My Mom is at the end of her life after 23 years of suffering. Rediscovered the Church and Steve a few months ago, now I know why. Your words bring me peace and acceptance of fate, music makes pain go away. Still learning to fly….thank you.

  6. avatar
    Freddie | 27 May 2011 at 11:13 pm #

    Masterful! :^)
    Well, they do say that ignorance is bliss but most folks are not happy with it.

  7. avatar
    lisa k | 28 May 2011 at 12:05 am #

    This is so beautiful. I have been reading your blog every day for 2 years, so I get that you are on a whole other level of genius, but sometimes you write something that just blindsides me and sends me flying.

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    evilren | 28 May 2011 at 1:39 am #


  9. avatar
    Tanya | 28 May 2011 at 4:45 am #

    Gorgeous, enthralling…mystical poetic genius.

  10. avatar
    Kristine | 28 May 2011 at 5:35 am #

    How is it possible for one person to consistently write such beautiful stuff?!

  11. avatar
    Dutchpierre | 28 May 2011 at 8:19 am #

    sounds just as good when read from the end to the beginning

    Dutch Pierre

  12. avatar
    jen | 28 May 2011 at 11:28 am #

    thanks mister
    i dont care what my chin means
    its the thought that counts

  13. avatar
    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 28 May 2011 at 2:01 pm #

    Powerful, incredible, like a jolt of lightning – a wake up call. Fucking brilliant !!!

    Darrin K.

  14. avatar
    Ess | 28 May 2011 at 2:13 pm #

    that was worth waiting for

  15. avatar
    Ess | 28 May 2011 at 2:23 pm #

    I saw them hangin’ out their shingles
    hundred bucks for a reading, a session, for knowledge, for knowing
    let us show you your ignorance, let us open all your miserly eyes
    but they seemed so certified, so seductive in their sale, so absent of an abstract
    and I had mined too many miles by then, of the practiced, the inspired,
    of highest whispered knights
    and as the curtains had come up, I had found no more than me
    they wore the clothes, they knew the lines, they were off book and bolstered
    but when the loaded lights went dim and the walkways changed their names
    they were nowhere to be seen
    inside the moaning bellows of a decapitated combat
    with a kind almost stranger I sat martyred to his cause
    I promised I would come if anything ever went wrong, so what else could I do
    inside fates to torment with much more than cremation
    inside wards with cries to chill even the warmest of slights
    where the visitors came, and the visitors quickly went
    and the promises to return were kept as promises to return
    this one took me for a ride as I watched in daily fright
    and cared not what death would bring, but hoped, for him, that it would be soon
    could only imagine, didn’t want to have to imagine, was glad it wasn’t me
    to be soldered indefinitely inside a life, a closed concrete wall
    trapped without respite, without a voice, a motion, an emotion, a mind
    without control, without any control, it was too sorrowful to know
    and the longer I stayed, the less I knew
    of my hindu gods, of my buddha, of an innocent jesus,
    of saddhus, of the discipled or disciplined, of prophets faked or fallowed,
    no inn for death’s song, no muse, no myth, no sweet flutes so mellow
    all awol and turning some other’s beckoning cheek
    have never felt so godless and desolate in all my given life
    and in memory I still can’t sight a sprit in those few years ago
    the vault has stayed silent, the line disconnected
    maybe I failed, to see the face, or face the beauty of the truth, in all that it just was
    or maybe it was I who had left the godly, in knowing I knew it all
    or maybe it was about nothing at all
    in many moons passed I asked the point of this life
    I had lost all of everything so what was it in worth
    and arilpa gave me three words, simple and cheap, and ignored at my peril
    and those words were the key to understanding me
    i soon forgot, of course, and ignored my own ignorance
    but i remember them now, all denied in a stranger’s sudden fall,
    a man now so bitterly broken, he can’t even crawl
    and if i can just stay awake to live before i die, whenever that will be,
    then maybe i will have learned where to look when i arrive
    not sure if i can ask for more

  16. avatar
    redgrevillea | 29 May 2011 at 9:52 pm #

    there is great passion to this. the muse is articulating what I feel all the time but can’t put into words – this is exalted verse – you are amazing! Much respect.

  17. avatar
    Cocoamo | 30 May 2011 at 5:18 am #

    This doesn’t sound like you.

    Yes, pondering the answer to life, the universe, and everything is your forte, but I wonder if you’re giving someone else a chance to ghost write?

    Your Friend in Pennsylvania

  18. avatar
    hellbound heart | 31 May 2011 at 8:20 pm #

    wonderful, just stunning….
    love always…….

  19. avatar
    Anonymous | 5 June 2011 at 9:49 am #

    yes i think a WOW! is in order, amazing writing sir.

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