The threat was real enough to shun
And so, when OBL was done
The dragonflies with speed were out
Though left behind was one
They hugg’d and napp’d the moonlit earth
Like deep-blue desert winds with mirth
And low along the waypoint’s route
Return’d the ones of worth
-jwm
I
First there comes a gentle flirt
That passes unaware
To darker chambers of the mind
And dwells without a care
II
Next there comes affinity
Where flesh conjoins to flesh
Like lapping waters of a lake
Whose scent of fish is fresh
III
Then there comes the sacred lie
That soul might touch with soul
But lust corrupts where loving lacks
And sin destroys the whole
-jwm
My eyes cannot escape your shape;
Your beauty has me mesmerized-
Your gorgeous curves, the way you walk,
Your sexy lips, the way you talk …
The way your hair just dangles there-
I swear to you it mystifies!
And how your lips move when you speak-
O darling, how you make me weak.
-jwm
A thousand angels watched him sleep
(His slumbers, ah, were ever deep)
And she, with gazing eyes as they
Approaching softly where he lay
Did ever silent keep
She touch’d his cold and pallor’d clay
And wept (her weary tears were gray)
And as she stood there sad and bleak
She bent to kiss his lifeless cheek
And curs’d the light of day
-jwm
My ways, dear Lord, be slow to judge-
Else how might these my sins take flight?
I cannot alter if you grudge;
I cannot see without your light.
If you would that I change or budge
You cannot leave me to the night …
I need your mercy’s gentle nudge,
Forgiveness, if you want me right.
-jwm
I ate from yellow poppy bread
A substance others hardly know
What once was real for me had fled
Illusion was my foe
For I was tossed to the abyss
To depths no normal mind would go
They say this bread will bring you bliss
I say it brings you woe
-jwm
Enough! O wide world round me, pause …
No more will I in atrophy
And deep oblivion abide!
Now, leave my humble, weary side.
Not once did you uplift my cause,
Or teach me of eternity;
Not once could I in you confide-
Whom I did love, yet whom did chide.
I henceforth abrogate your laws-
I cannot bow to their decree.
I hold a firmer Truth inside-
A Truth that never like you lied …
And that will be my only Guide.
-jwm
The vultures, circling and soaring,
Marveled at how Gog was warring
Brutal on the sons of man
Whose mortal blood kept pouring, pouring.
That northern king, blood-thirsting, killing-
Drunk from blood he kept on spilling-
Sacked the sacred temple stones …
The sight was something chilling, chilling.
When one third fell by heavy brawling
Blood soaked grounds to God came calling:
Will you turn a deafened ear? …
Jerusalem is falling, falling!
-jwm
Hazy greens and darling blues
In this time-slice are caught
The lovely lights and lovely hues
Of white are beauty fraught
If dear Thoreau were here alive
He’d marvel at the sight
He’d flee from Walden Pond and strive
To see this place tonight
-jwm
Of the night of October 25th, 2011 (first snow)
Our tabernacle stood intact
Through nasty north-led winds and sleet
The violence of the snow, in fact
Could not negate our heat
The grails around the table held
The blood of Bacchus deep and red
And as the fire round us swelled
Our thoughts of winter fled
For we were warm where winter blew
And unified- a group of four
And as there dripped down drops of dew
We laughed at times of yore
-jwm
Of the Night of October 11th, 2011
It’s late, and dark. The TV’s flick’ring white
Ghostly lights, and my darling’s deep asleep.
What dream, what world is she caught in so deep
That her slumbers would twitch her frame tonight?
What haunting image puts her peace to flight-
What goblin had her moan my name, and weep?
Would that I could enter her dreams, her sleep,
Protect her, search out that demon … and fight.
-jwm
Him: What does that feel like?
Her: Depletion …
Him: Really? Depletion? Then why the mystical sigh?
Her: Because it’s sad …
-jwm
The end of love is never well
The pain it brings what soul can tell
Still all will know its lovely sting
And for a time will with it dwell
For those of you whose hearts are frail
Delighting now in love’s good spell
Beware of deprivation’s hell
The end of love is never well … (just sayin’)
-jwm
Let not my tongue the Muse defile
Nor let my words ill gotten be
But let the thoughts that I compile
Be worthy both of her and me
-jwm
Crush Dagon’s surely skull
Let Philistine’s subside
Detach from them your soul
And in me have your pride
-jwm
