Calvary Hill, Esztergom

 

How glad I'm to see you

Chapel on hill
I see you from window
Like a candle afar

How great of you, friend
That I wish for
That your calvary
Can stir hope in me

Tonight the stars and the chirps
Of hoppers form one purpose
Now it's peace 'cos for a few blessed hours
Death's been defeated

Some hope I longed for
Finally pierces through
Some ease I prayed for
Arrived in one piece

Blessed night I pray don't leave me
Til a blessed Morning comes to greet us
Til then let me heed your call
Better than ever before.

Angels Mean Business

Morning has broken
A new hope's been broken
It's the last straw that breaks
The camel's back
It's the last call that makes
Me hope you won't come back.

Garden

In the garden that you kept
You were free to make ends meet
Like two roses you could keep
Petals wet but did not weep

Rain came down the road wept mud
Car rushed down the cold made naught
A thatched roof bolt the frame called hut
Hot fought hard for blood I leapt

What makes you feel alive Sonny
To see yourself die, honey
The kids just grew up, on telly
Come watch it it's all real, well ---

This garden, where does it lead? Hell?

This road, can we escape?

Or through it find while letting go

Of hope, that there is something

Funny

Beyond rot

Reed

Between the reeds I walked

Spied my shadow cross a path

From earth to marsh twas hard

To go on but I must, dusk had

Begun to settle the heron flew up

I thought maybe my soul could

Rest in escape, the nest

May have to wait, the best

May need to scrape what good

Is left in keeping team intact

For half a decade only to

Throw it all away

On the whims of men who know

Naught what it is to create

Meaning...

I mean in this limited way,

You allowed us

Your Hallowed dust

To pretend and play

That in this one play of our lives

We may have a stake

In how it plays out

So, then,

Out your candles!

Blow out your candles, Laura!

And so goodbye.

leaves

what i said back then,
may not have run that deep;

you thought one, then ten,
and drifted back to sleep.

trying to glean what
gods of tea leaves leave us
or skies of chariots tell
from a distance

about being no more.
i reached out for
my own withered hand.
it was gone.