God's Silence

Returned to the silence

The fallow fields of ancestry

A resemblance of the tortured structures

Of manic barbarism

Carving the wood of your soul

Against the grit of concrete

Your dancing shoes

Having crucified your delicate step

And maybe you would usher me out of this life

For the age had ceased becoming

In the vessels of reflection

In the grace of sadness

Closing hands

Entangled the fingers of memories

Groping at the vines of sense

And loving the dissatisfaction

Breathing the heavy silence

Moved in metallic colours

And refracted the sounds of industry

The pits of other souls

But shadows for the tasting

For the trilling of the violin

On the tongues of madness

Licking the floor

And feeling for the semblance of a scavenge

At the close of the August sun

The cross of the Lord

Was the devil’s mousetrap

The bait by which he was caught

The Lord’s death

A time travelling

As the pigeon in the dead of summer

Huddled still against the cold

Ruffling its feathers

Witness the rape of Mother Earth by a man

And the joy of standing faster than god

Demystified

The preoccupation of class

An intelligence of wealth

Clung by the voice of reason

A spear to the heart of Christ

The close of the hunt for mystery

And a single horn blew unto the wind

That those wounds would come back to the next

They would be coming

I would demand

It was blessed fast

The raising of the stormy night

To the clashing of the egos

Fraught with their hovering dissension

Grasping at their sanity

’Lest the beauty of the truest moment

Was a weight too much to bear

In the air of light unveiling

A soothing black dress

That swept the floor in its humility

Collecting the dust of devils’ footprints

Pure of its abyss

Mocking the passes to her vanity

With a smile that would kill

For exhaustion of its tension

It was forced and beautiful

And it rained bullets on all the dry language

That had parched our throats for a lifetime

Had left us speaking soft

In the shadow of our intellect

Tore holes in the veil of innocence

’Las the colours poured through

Were the light of distant suns

Some other mind’s that was a tracing to

That was spinning on the floor

A crazy wind

In embrace of its collapse

I am the air of all that is light

In the farthest reaches of the black

Stepping in the circle of disconcerted flashback

The memory was blessed fast in coming

It was the world relieved of its soul

Having blessed kissed the night

And returned to God’s womb

The Holy Mother was nude

And sipping champagne

Wasn’t it just lovely?

A calling to the sleep of the city of dreams?

She was just a shadow dancing on the walls

In the wake of a fade to nothing

The dark edge of the light air thy bête noire

And I tasted the power of a woman

That broke the water of innocence

Was a little death of the heart

And a deep stare into the abyss of spaceless thought

Timeless glare

’Las she caught up in the afterlife

And we came to new ground

Bearing the scars of our rationed tragedy

A sunken history of the dearest reason

I passed my consciousness to the still emotion

Of the world’s soul

And fast my words had wings they came alive

Such motion is the beauty of all that grants us life

And once I’d spoken fallen empty

We met an embrace that would usher thee from life

Aforementioned

A bloodletting bite

Her fangs a brilliant evening harbour

And how much longer will they snap for you?

Unraveling that dearest reason

We had crystallized our descent

Our entanglement in the coy spider web

Šialenstvo

Follow the white rabbit all dressed in black

And it the taste of pure sadness

Is the joy of the dark life

The failure of wanting that which should not be

A kiss fell to the cheek

Of the shadows of the web

Like to wait on the dew of mourning

To exemplify the sagging of our intelligence

The hunch of our backs

’Las things carry us

And the angel Adonis passed our last dance with bliss

I ask

Was it the wood of your soul

Against the grit of concrete

Carving the momentum of your spin?

Or was it the tea that drove your intellect

To the edge of the abyss,

And the spark that frightened you dive deep in?

That is,

Was it the silence of God your calling?

No more reason to believe

But enjoy the life of night

It’s ringing

And ringing

Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com