On Sunday, they greeted him as king By Friday, they shouted for his death A fickle crowd, swaying back and forth like grass in the wind Following the current of popular opinion To watch a parade, to watch a death It’s all entertainment, all something to do On Friday, God died On Sunday, God lived…
You are a tiny sculpture Every day growing Squeezing out of your shell Until you spring, full formed From the mind of God You were always there The seed inside the oak The ghost in the machine Homunculus in the womb of your ancestors You are as you are meant to be The angel in…
Dust devil dervishes Follow the gazing hare Running through the long grass Running through the heather Running through the in between where sky and water meet Misty fingers creep across the land Like the tide coming in, the ebb and flow Like the heart of country lost in city grey Rain follows, stilling the dust…
Sophisticated and scientific We turn our back on the unseen mysteries Disregarding the instincts of our souls In favour of intellect and calculation We tear down the worshipful In favour of clanking mechanics Our sacred spaces become mere torn up places We have cast the holy into the dirt Set the profane on the altar…
Lost myself somewhere Dropped while I was out walking Or maybe in the supermarket Maybe I should put up posters around the neighbourhood Lost: one identity Slightly dented, chipped paint, scratched But here’s the problem I’m not sure I’d recognize myself If I was returned to me What am I under the trappings of learning…
Give me a purpose for living Give me just one Give me a song I can sing Under the sun Give me the steps I can dance In front of my foes Give me the mercy I need To heal all my woes Give me a reason today A reason to be Give me a…
Think of me as if I had your name With no part of me there Think me an extension of you An arm, maybe, or leg A vague appendage existing Just for your consideration I reflect you, complete you Exist for you My essence is subsumed by you Think of me as I disappear into…
Looking for magic in faraway places In myths and lore and legends of old Seeing the wonder in everyday spaces The mystical in the mundane Follow the lure of the eldritch other Dancing with witches under the moon Gleam of starlight shining so gently Beauty in windswept night Immerse yourself in the fairy tale places…
It’s easy to blame each other For the choices we make It’s easy to blame ourselves For doing the wrong thing You take the path unknown Towards possible salvation Only to find you’re more in the dark Than when you started Contemplate the slippery slope the one paved with good intentions And we all know…
Thundering hooves through the surf Heads toss, manes fly free in the wind Dance and play in the briny air Join with each other, be one with the herd Safety in numbers, in community Through the salt encrusted sand Walking now, following well-worn pathways To the pastures to feed One, together, one mind and spirit…
Eclectic Assemblage 