posted on April 27, 2012 at 5:28 pm

for that was long ago

bring us some peace and calm inside

let us wander in the blissful fields of your love

let us tarry next to your fountains which bring cool

send us a message of your good faith

today ends in lassitude

this desert is endless

show me a way out of these shifting sands

hunger and thirst for something parches the soul

i hunger for spirit

i thirst like a sea

time has come down around me

with all of its arms does surround me

the palms the stars

birds call

fly north fly north….!

gimme a peace of your mind then

my arrow falls short everytime

night is waiting for me out there

i must go out and drive around

i must go into darkness into light

i must go from beast to angel somehow

it has been promised

it has been guaranteed


23 Responses to “vespers”

  1. avatar
    Boriah | 27 April 2012 at 5:59 pm #

    Man, you sound like you´re completely lost and wasted. Find a way out soon!

  2. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 April 2012 at 6:00 pm #

    Nothing has been guaranteed but death.

  3. avatar
    colette | 27 April 2012 at 6:01 pm #

    This is not too musty for something so musty… sounds like a lovely envelope to be in with palms and stars and your arrow doesn’t seem to have fallen short at all.

  4. avatar
    Ohm | 27 April 2012 at 7:42 pm #

    Raise the incense.

    Gloria Kilbey, et Patri, et Filio, et Spiritui Sancto. Sicut erat in principio, et nunc et semper, et in saecula saeculorum. Amen. Alleluia.

    May we be quenched.

  5. avatar
    Kelda Kelly | 27 April 2012 at 7:58 pm #

    This reminded me of something I wrote as a teenager in the 80s.
    Today I looked up into the sky and saw the clouds and beyond them the stars
    Then I walked along the beach and saw the rough oceon and the calm below and beside there was some one close.

  6. avatar
    princey | 27 April 2012 at 8:30 pm #

    These last few blogs and photographs have been out of this world sk,
    thank you 🙂

  7. avatar
    CAth Meeson | 27 April 2012 at 9:48 pm #

    In this photo ones flesh looks a tad green! lol

    the flesh yearns to follow the ancestral call
    Over the dunes, over the hills far far far
    To another time,
    another time
    when the stars of the night sky
    showed a different rune
    And the drums by the campfire,
    sounded a different tune
    Where the aim was not so high
    But to live for another moon………..

    I wonder if you ever tell your readers to go away?. I wonder if you ever yearn for a cave and a different life where your musings were private and not known? If fate had played you a different hand, what would be Mr Kilbey?
    Doubtless your art would continue,
    Many don’t get to share their labours like you do!
    I wonder what it is like to rely solely on ones art for ones supper?
    I wish I could fly north too, my grandmothers funeral was today:(

  8. avatar
    CAth Meeson | 27 April 2012 at 10:00 pm #

    shrek in the making?

  9. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 April 2012 at 10:07 pm #

    Dunno about that man but that vesper out of that james bond film was some chick yes sir! & even better in the dreamers…

  10. avatar
    evilren | 28 April 2012 at 12:41 am #

    no words needed.

  11. avatar
    patrick b. | 28 April 2012 at 2:48 am #

    beautiful, Steve.

  12. avatar
    Thomas Thomsen | 28 April 2012 at 3:55 am #

    That picture is just so evocative and captivating. Best one yet. Love it. And bautiful words, too. While reading this blog, I was listening to After Image. Just perfect!

  13. avatar
    Thomas Thomsen | 28 April 2012 at 3:57 am #

    Should’ve said “Beautiful”. Aargh! Hate spelling errors. I’m a copywriter, goddammit!

  14. avatar
    Stewart | 28 April 2012 at 10:23 am #

    And so shall it be.

  15. avatar
    Chris | 28 April 2012 at 10:48 am #

    Beautiful depiction of the spiritual yearning to connect with all that’s good.

  16. avatar
    Anonymous | 28 April 2012 at 3:54 pm #

    the angel is still a beast, the beast is an angel.

  17. avatar
    Linjo | 28 April 2012 at 3:55 pm #

    Boriah, any suggestions? I am feeling the same way. Could be menopause! ewww! x

  18. avatar
    Chris | 28 April 2012 at 4:38 pm #

    Always wondered Steve….what drew you guys to call the band ‘The Church’?

  19. avatar
    DavidP | 28 April 2012 at 6:39 pm #

    the inner divine mother
    her arrows do not fall short of the target
    so long as the target has been spotted
    and the divine mother Kali invoked in that very moment
    she is there waiting to be called upon
    the female aspect of our being
    we see Mary treading on the snake
    we see hindu goddess Kali wielding weapons, beheading foes
    the heads of her enemies hang around her neck
    Her enemies are the negative inner selves of the mystic
    she fights them within the person working to gain peace
    we see the Aztec goddess Coatlicue
    we see in Egypt, Sekhmet is the mother goddess Hathor in warrior form
    we see in Buddhism she is Senge Dongma (Simhamukha in Sanskrit)
    we see her in ancient Greece as Hecate and Persephone
    She fights alongside the mystic and destroys their animalistic egos
    the inner animal sacrifice to gain the light trapped within them
    and pleasing to the gods

  20. avatar
    Once | 30 April 2012 at 6:14 am #

    Missed this one in the wreck of the work week…oh, how I have felt this way. Of course not exactly; my ‘me’ is as mysterious as your ‘you’, as impenetrable as any of ‘us’ here, but your talent truly touches my soul.


  21. avatar
    Anonymous | 7 May 2012 at 5:13 pm #

    The poet doesn’t invent. He listens. ~Jean Cocteau

  22. avatar
    Chris | 21 June 2012 at 10:54 am #

    God I Hate Paradox

    He’s an ecstatic depressive
    A tone-deaf musician
    A hopeless romantic
    A failed statistician
    He’s an illiterate poet
    An inarticulate spokesman
    A profane divine
    An honest politician
    An unequivocal contradiction
    He’s a song without music
    A rhyme without form
    A thought without meaning
    An ugly beautician
    He’s got heartless compassion
    And purposeless direction
    He’s truth
    He is love
    He is boundaryless interdiction

Leave a Reply

You must be logged in to post a comment.