The Prodigal

Yeah, I remember that day, the day I turned and walked away;
And did I even say goodbye or just fly out into the unknown?
Yeah, it was great for awhile, but I had no mate; I was alone
And eventually chilled to the bone, just like dead cold stone;
Did I hear you calling me back from falling into my own pit?
Ah! but I refused to listen, confused by my own damn idea
Of some great panacea that only proved to be a real sick kick!
But you never took your eyes off of me; you could always see,
And you kept calling while I was curled in the corner balling;
So now will this prodigal return or continue to burn inside
Of himself, where he’s pressed to abide? But you do not chide;
Sweetly, softly, your voice neatly flows in the cool breeze…
It’s been so long since I’ve known what it means to belong,
To be held in your arms, protected from all harms and alarms;
But will I wait at your gate or enter your chamber so great?
Will I, the prodigal, come home to you?
Ah! you knew … you knew, didn’t you?

Note: Previously published in April 2016, now republished for the reading enjoyment of new followers. Blessings to one and all!



Like onyx and gold, diamonds and pearls,
Your soul so bold, mind on fire against the cold;
An heavenly pendant; you are resplendent.
No one on earth, before nor after your birth,
Quite like you, and so few even near; can you hear?
Can you hear the angels calling, crystal falling
At your feet to the beat of ethereal wings
As numinous choir sings to bring you precious pleasure
Forever yours; do you know ‘gainst the blow
Of fierce world around you, you are not bound,
But free to descend to deepest depths, then climb
Into the blue skies above with love, your only carrier?
There is no barrier to what you may know and feel,
What you may be and become, even as some have before,
And some still do today, resplendent in face of dismay.
Resplendent, and you may be transcendent, dependent
Upon only the One ~ the One in you and thru you ~
And no one else. Hear the band playing in the distant
And in the stars above, through the sands of time,
Grit and grime; hear the spirits chime in rhythm
Of your destiny held and exhaled with every breath
And heart beat; only part of your story has been told;
More there is to be written so freely and happily…

You Are Resplendent.

Note: Originally published in January 2016, now being republished for the enjoyment of new reader-followers. May God bless you all!

Out From Plato’s Cave

I was sitting there, fitting of chain tight,plato_360x450
staring, glaring at shadows on the wall,
Some short and some tall but all the same,
With other men and women, ten years or ten
Hundred; what does it matter when batter
Of life is to sit and stare at an otherwise
Bare cave wall with shadows that never fall.

Lo and behold! Someone told me I was free!
No more shackles tore at ankles and arms,
And there could be no harm in standing and
Looking round at where I’d been bound for
So long; where no one belongs and ne’er is
Sung sweet song; now I took careful steps,
With nothing to fret, no net set for trap.

Tis no joke; I was no longer yoked to other
Cave dwellers — brothers and sisters, and
Mothers and fathers — and so I explored,
And nothing bored in any new discovery in
Recovery of freedom I’d never known, seeing
What I’d never been shown: fires burning
On pyres for those who’d lived too long
Where they never belonged; now I could see
What better women and men we could be …

Something new, yet not new, caught my eye,
And I said ‘good-bye’ to cave and so began
Walking toward another light, much brighter,
Stalking the strange creatures who featured
Shadows on the far wall, and I heard an eerie
Call beyond the fiery pyres beckoning me
To respond to an opening that spawned
Brighter light in sight but out of the cave.

Knave I may have been, but how could I help
But crave such bright light, even in fright;
I knew no difference twixt the day and night;
I could only say a prayer and fight my way
To yawning of the cave, toward the dawning
Of new and strange radiance of luminescence,
Calling, but in such power to make me cower.

I reached the opening, stepped outside and
Quickly looked to hide, and no one in whom
To confide; blinding beauty of another world
Into which I’d just been hurled, and so good
As I stood there, bathing in the sun, which
Had only begun to shine on brand new day;
What could I do but stay; I’d found another
Way ~ inside the world, but outside the cave!

Then it struck me to tell my former company,
To pluck up the courage to go back to spread
Such grand news that all is not dead, that we
Might be fed in the land of the living under
Another brighter, mightier light that did more
Than eat corpses and beat shadows on the wall;
And so I turned back with no lack of conviction,
No friction in heart; I’d found the better part!

So did I descended again into the gloom and doom
To rouse my companions from their house of rock;
To led them to higher grounds and better sounds,
But … oh no! They shocked me as they locked
Up their hearts, bound their minds to the sound
Of my voice as if I were a raving lunatic craving
Another easy meal, if I could only peel them away
From the safety of the cave haven; craven fools!

And I could not find the words to unbind their
Souls, and free them from earthen bowl where
Surely they were dying without even trying to
Stand and walk; their talk was but a cheap heap
Of lies, but they didn’t realize the utter size
Of their fool’s pride; they would simply continue
To hide away in bay of dim-lit cave, and I … I
Only wanted to save, to save them from the cave.

ψ ψ ψ

Note: First published December 2015

I Am Mystique

Not good enough for you, not even good enough for me, I see,
And so you think I should flee the scene to somewhere quiet
And serene … and alone, for not one bone of my body is what
Constitutes beauty for the snooty crowd so intent on its duty
To criticize all that differs, working them up into a dither,
While they turn away from the oddity and burn at the audacity
Of one who would so boldly show up and blow up their party
With such hearty speech out of reach of limited understanding,
Comprehending only what is perfection in their eyes, a sordid
Reflection of their own lives, empty and vacuous, and nothing
Miraculous despite their affluence and overwhelming influence;
Yet I am me and will be, you see, and I know I’m worth my birth,
So shove off with your haughty pretense and your high expense
Of being accepted into your loud and gaudy crowd! There is One
From whom I’ve received my identity, which makes me who I am
And that’s no sham, nor is there any shame or pretended blame!
I am unique, and that is nothing bleak nor weak; point in fact
… It is an heavenly Mystique!

Now Comes Your Sweet Breath

Comes your sweet breath with death round about me,
And the putrid smell of hell, and who can tell why,
So there is nothing else for me to do but cry and try
To please you and appease your anger over the danger
In which I plunged myself blind, into a maze of craze,
Because I’d lost all sanity yet still had plenty of vanity,
But you forgot my insanity and plunged into the muck
And mire and rescued me from my dark, dire situation
With unflinching fixation upon my salvation because
You thought me worth the expenditure to snatch me
Away from self-made sepulchre in your own bloody act
Of divestiture for which I never asked or dared to expect;
Yet still I walk these streets where I meet old souls
Filled with holes, hiding in old haunts, boldly taunting
One who walks in love and peace they may never know
Since they ceased long ago pursuing an higher way
In the light of never-ending day, and so in their own
Filth and vomit they stay with ne’er one ray of hope,
And this is the putrid smell of hell heavy with death…
But now comes your sweet breath, your sweet breath

Ah! The Writing on the Wall

And so I began again cause you lured me in,
Down the same ole trek at your beck and call
Even knowing I’d fall, but I was sand blind
On the unkind road with grace unbestowed

And the writing on the wall
Told me the horror story all,
But I was bound to stand tall
Never flat on my face I’d fall

I walked the path laid before me as you bade
Prayed with every step as your flute played
Some sad, silly song for one gone so wrong
Along with the throng of other foul lovers

And the writing on the wall
Told me the horror story all,
But I was bound to stand tall
Never flat on my face I’d fall

And I should’ve known cause I’d been shown
What pitfalls lay ahead when in bed with you,
What score of the devilish whore you’d settle
With innocence in dissonance of sad coronach

Ah! But the writing on the wall
And the horror did not forestall
My hell-bent mind to stand tall
Though on my ugly face I’d fall!

Oh, the heaven-sent letter was written clear
Without smudge or smear, to show the better
Of choices to make in chorus of angelic voices
… but I began again cause you lured me in

You lured me in again with one sweet call,
Though the writing was clearly on the wall,
Writing on the wall…
Writing on the wall…

All is New in You

Did you stretch to pull me back from the edge?
Did you lift your head when I was so harried?
Did you laugh ever loftily when you reached me?
Did you shed tears of joy with me in your arms?

And all is new in you…

Shall we dance now and swoon ‘neath the stars?
Shall we run and play now and ne’er grow weary?
Shall we prance thru fields of green of life?
Shall we rest by the wide-open, golden ocean?

And all is new in you…

Do you see me now in new clothing so spotless?
Do you hear me now in new song sung sweetly?
Do you feel me now in my everlasting passion?
Do you know me now in eternally grateful heart?

And all is new in you…


Engulfing darkness pulsing with death, breath of hell,
And the bell rings and brings stench of corruption
In eruption of the fate of all humanity in calamity

But I arise to claim my prize

Overwhelming waves, pelting rain, pending our doom
In the gloom of night without light, fatal plight
Of destination in damnation by ever slow gradation

But I arise to claim my prize

Bottomless pit, ominous sounds in somnolence of soul
Emptied across the sands of time by wandering band
Of sordid dæmons uncorded now but awarded their end

But I arise to claim my prize



Now you have come full circle to vernal passion
In high fashion, leaving behind ashen dreams,
So walk your talk on the wild side of the sun
Where dreams abide, where none can chide you
For who you are and will become some bright day

. . .

Don’t stray
Or enter the fray
But seize the new day
With no suffocating dismay
And enjoy a life in this new way
Here in Evergreen there is no decay

. . .

You are the star ignited from afar, shining brightly
In nightly sky;
You are the stream that flows below radiant heaven
To leaven earth;
You are the key for eyes to see the life-giving tree
Standing so free;