Tuesday, March 8, 2011

More Than Blue Eyes

A man must come to the desperate edge
of the walls he's built around himself
and beat with his hands on the cold hard stone
and cry for the years that he's been alone
and break like a dry dead twig
under the wheel of time
and rise
and live
and understand
the power of love in his masters hand

round and round the coffins edge
the landlords of despair
dance to the mortal earth
and bow to the mortal earth
a strange mistress
a strange mother
tell me,
which of your magics can conquer death?

What is the meaning?
What lies hidden in the cell?
from a dark barred window
I have watched the moon rise
and ghost horses
bear the dead into the moons wide mouth

eater of souls
jailor, tailor
and seamstress to the shadow-land
forever weaving the envelopes
in which to stuff another drunken puppet

this is more true than blue eyes
and all the sculptured tits
that have been since
cannot nurse the dead back to life

who goes there?
who beats the drum?
Where sleeps the heart?

That Mona Lisa smile under glass

No one really laughs
or lives
until the day their darkness dies
and few live then
they only return again
drunken with dreams

I do not think I will take upon myself
the chains of Hell
even for such a thing as your blue eyes
and perfect teeth

the dark wet hollow
of reincarnated sleep

never to wake again?

No...
this cannot be all of it

and I am either drunk or mad
I believe in what I cannot see

I believe more deeply
than I have ever been deceived
and even then

only temporarily deceived
and even then
only out of fear

if a man should confess
or witness with his heart
that will shape the words he speaks
that will shape the life he leads
he will have a witness
he will not go down like a beast to the grave

there is no liberation in movements
there is seldom even change
so...
must I then fear to displease
the revolutions of my time?

let history deny
or philosophy prove the lie
of my words

Liberte...
Egalite...
Fraternite...
these are always the phrases
with which to preface
great murders

in my heart I have killed a thousand times
all the great hypocrites of the age
I have slain in my thoughts

and they are no more dead
than before I killed them
and they are no more alive
by the same token

they have never been alive
they go to the moon without my help

let sleeping dogs lie
lest they...

the knife hangs over every head
until God removes it

I am no executioner anymore

I will sit on this rock and listen
Can you hear the rock
on which he built it
speaking?

Who listens deeply forgets
he forgets his earthborn name
his birth he forgets
and his shame

the world forgets him
he goes
where no one knows
who listens deeply

a new name
no one can speak it

you have been on the road a long time
you have been sleeping with swine
and drunk on bad wine

and blue eyes close
as all eyes close
and every color goes to shades of grey
in the cold vault

that is a kind of equality

and yet
you do not know
that what you are
is brighter than
the brightest star
nothing is so great
as what you are

A man must come to the desperate edge
of the walls he's built around himself
and beat with his hands on the cold hard stone
and cry for the years than he's been alone
and break like a dry dead twig
under the wheel of time
and rise
and live
and understand
the power of Love in his masters hand


Patrick Willis narrates:
More Than Blue Eyes

11 comments:

Anonymous said...

"Blue breeds true."

Two blue-eyed parents (phenotype: blue, genotype: both recessive bb) can ONLY make blue-eyed children (phenotype: blue, genotype always recessive bb).

NB. Brown phenotype can be either genotype Bb, bB or BB. Green and hazel eyes are genotype Bb or bB.
Brown allele is dominant (B), blue allele is recessive (b).

Curiously; two brown-eyed parents with genotype bB or Bb will yield a blue-eyed child 25% of the time.

Thank you for your poem Les.

Mouser

Anonymous said...

excellente

all cats are grey at night, except for the Chesire's
..pierre

Anonymous said...

Martin,

You moved me so much that I have to say,
You rolled my Spirit around the Sacred Circle of Life so much I'm High !
Affected deeply.
Feeling the continuity of Life. Comforting and familiar feelings in my Soul.
Speechless. and it took me about an hour to write this.
Walking Hawk, (flyin')

THANKS, for the kickass buzz!!

Anonymous said...

Wow. Visible. I just love you man!
How I wish we were neighbors! :)
Loved your poem and love everything that you are.
Debbie.

GTRman said...

"Liberte...
Egalite...
Fraternite...
these are always the phrases
with which to preface
great murders"

"You bugger, that's great".

MORRISSEY

walter washco said...

Wow!

Anonymous said...

"Who listens deeply forgets
he forgets his earthborn name"


I smiled at this, (still giggling a bit).. when I see my name in print or on my website it's like, "where the hell did that come from? Can I make this look like it's somehow connected to me?"

(still chuckling)

Anyway ... bullseye. Great poetry. Thanks.

Anonymous said...

Les ,
sorry ,I thought martin wrote this.. Still buzzin....
Thanks.
Who ever wrote this piece, must have The Connection.

Walking Hawk still flyin High.

Visible said...

Oh... I see the problem. Martin is the one who built my new sites and I insisted that he have his name appear at the end of the posts. He's going to put a banner there which might make things more clear.

With only one exception, everything written here is by me, insofar as I am the one who wrote it down originally. Where it came from might have been somewhere else.

Anonymous said...

I Thank You Les.
Walking Hawk

est said...

^

"I believe more deeply
than I have ever been deceived"

-
these are words of affirmation

they speak to our peculiar human status


we are given a gift
[it is] life itself

the one treasure
we can not hoard
-