blood

i did try to warn them off

i did try to ward them off

i did try to wear them off

i did try to tear them off

but now they are part of me

part of poisoned tapestry

chalice of blood heal me now

if only I had faith somehow

shame

neurons scattered, neurons proud
should have i said that one loud
should have i sat that one out
frozen turn round walkabout

projected onto sheets of light
the microscope takes care of that
you are living histology
then you’re living history

Somewhere in Europe

We'll survive, even death, is

What I think you whispered

When he came, as in a game

To slay the youth that we became;

Both unknown, so alone, I

Thought as we stepped on bus home

Somewhere there, in Europe where, 

Sunshine spills on hills unknown.

meet

Jesus had no literary agent
To push his message for a few shekels,
But he too needed friends
"On the night he was betrayed";

With friends like these,
They like to quip...
With poets like me,
Who stumble rhythm and rhyme...

But I, like the member of a choir
Who sings loud and out of tune,
But whose earnestness is not in doubt,
Will keep reflecting on what is in my heart:

The wish in silent night
To soar and meet Him.

fear

the day is done

and you have won

when they have gone to bed

then thoughts inside your head

can rise again from dead

with dread the fear, decay

at bay throughout the day

lashes like she-wolf fed

on terrors in your head

her smell trained on the dread

that circles in your head

you face her naked as you came

flesh and bone, a real no-name

only: human, always human

such is man, if this is a man

with all his heart and soul

set on the One waits on

to come;

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come to my breast my baby son

how beautiful you look at me

doctor said you are special --

of course you are special,

my only, baby son!

come to my arms my 5-year-old son

see how beautiful you run

easy now, your laces' undone;

come to the table and eat,

I'm so proud of you, son.

come to my arms my young son

you're bigger than 5 now,

but can't do your sums;

don't worry about it,

you're still my own son.

let me look at you, my young son

your face is getting dark

you're becoming a man;

allow me to shave you,

let me show you how it's done.

my life is near ending, my beautiful son

you're still the same boy

but I have to be gone;

don't cry now, or my tears will hide

my one and only, ray of sun!

Wine and Mussels

With wine and mussels on my tongue
I have to praise the One
Whose works are far above
The words I band and bind
To try in vain describe 
The wonder... is it love?
I hope since shines on
Good and bad He does,
He will forgive what
Many times is lust
For life He made us;
Thank you for the park
And setting sun, so
Thank you for the dark
That settles doubts for some so
Let me be the one
Whose love extends beyond
The wonders of the tongue.