I'm not entirely sure what I'm on about, but I seem to be on about it:
Not with a million crucifixions
Nor a million tear-drenched nights
Nor a mountain of incense
Nor a prayer that never ceases
Will you ever save or free the world
Unless you free yourself.
This is a guarantee.
You have to cut the crap, now matter how sweet the songs;
'Why?' is the wrong question.
Walk past the precincts of praise and blame,
And free yourself.
Saving the world is not a matter of politics or politesse.
Forswear the dolors of the night,
Burn the book-marked pages,
Raise up the head that burrows in convenient sorrow.
Look things in the eye at last
And free yourself.
This is the price of saving the world, the burning brand.
Standing here, so far from home,
Where loneliness and crucifixion implore,
Learn the dance steps one by one,
The kindest leap or clearest breath,
And then, where all else fails at last, step off the cliff and know
That dancing has no partner and never, ever, was alone.
The curse of writers: the compelling lure of revisionism. :-)ReplyDelete
Excellent Adam! Really felt this one. :)ReplyDelete
Hard wrought words that make a beautiful pathway... or dance floor.ReplyDelete
Just to be ornery, one o' my poems...ReplyDelete
when you're a god
people leave you alone
and you're always at home
and you don't have to phone
'cause you're a god
just 'cause you're god
and when you're a god
you're never late
it's just so great
to be a god
is to have peoples praise
singing your name
they hear and obey
and you're never wrong
you're an uncaused cause
an inscrutable will
and other gods
come over for coffee
don't have to sacrifice
s'great to be god
s'nice to be god
With apologies to Adam for making light.
Charlie -- What the hell do you have to apologize for, you old god, you?!ReplyDelete
Not just a god...he can make light ! Go Charlie !ReplyDelete
Well, not so much an illuminating light as a skipping off irresponsible light. A cheap trick at best, but a gods favorite sort of hoodoo.ReplyDelete