As our Mythology trickled over
the Rock of the Ages
it became a filtered
and babbling brook:
purified, refined, crystalline...
Only, unlike the babbler,
the minerals of wisdom--
that which made men from
Dust
and formed women from
Clay--
are but myths busted and
absent from the filth that fills us up.
From beings of light,
to light beings;
it is no wonder
we cower in fright
when we discover the self lost
on the veldt of our Psyche.
©2008 RA
6.22.2008
The Seven Men Within
There is a melded kingdom
hidden in man's muddled soul.
The King oversees the union
in customary steadfast silence;
by his side, the Warrior
is poised, calculated, and calm.
Wandering hither and thither,
the Lover is what is near and dear;
while the Wild Man gives his
cares and sorrows to all things.
Bobbing along, and alive in song,
the Trickster is by the wayside,
laughing with the daffodils...
And the Magician is in the throes
of an ecstasy most revealing.
At the coveted "end of the road",
the Grief Man sheds but one tear
in honor of the completed Character.
When such a kingdom is whole,
so, too, is the subject's soul.
©2008 RA
hidden in man's muddled soul.
The King oversees the union
in customary steadfast silence;
by his side, the Warrior
is poised, calculated, and calm.
Wandering hither and thither,
the Lover is what is near and dear;
while the Wild Man gives his
cares and sorrows to all things.
Bobbing along, and alive in song,
the Trickster is by the wayside,
laughing with the daffodils...
And the Magician is in the throes
of an ecstasy most revealing.
At the coveted "end of the road",
the Grief Man sheds but one tear
in honor of the completed Character.
When such a kingdom is whole,
so, too, is the subject's soul.
©2008 RA
6.21.2008
Trust in the Wind
Our Trust trembles in a dusty haze
so do the mites that feed so greedily.
We need not be swept into a corner,
left to rumble as two mumbling foreigners.
We will settle the dust that was stirred
and confirm our might when once more
we unite.
©2008 RA
so do the mites that feed so greedily.
We need not be swept into a corner,
left to rumble as two mumbling foreigners.
We will settle the dust that was stirred
and confirm our might when once more
we unite.
©2008 RA
6.20.2008
Gift to Men
Angels don't fall
with stars,
they fall with the heart.
Any man who's grown
wings knows
what it is to sing
the gift of being
graced
by winged beings.
©2008 RA
with stars,
they fall with the heart.
Any man who's grown
wings knows
what it is to sing
the gift of being
graced
by winged beings.
©2008 RA
6.18.2008
The Hunter and His Maid
Meek tales told
by pussycat tails
lead astray the Hunter
from his Maid.
Yet even should he
possess this knowledge,
still he is trapped
and crestfallen...
For it is himself
he betrays.
©2008 RA
by pussycat tails
lead astray the Hunter
from his Maid.
Yet even should he
possess this knowledge,
still he is trapped
and crestfallen...
For it is himself
he betrays.
©2008 RA
6.15.2008
City Streets
The city street doesn't sleep
and so remains ever tired.
The city street blackens feet
but has no sole of its own.
The city street keeps its secrets
and forgets them with new tar.
The city street takes a life
and is praised the next day.
The city street doesn't weep
until it's slippery when wet
and at its dead end.
©2008 RA
and so remains ever tired.
The city street blackens feet
but has no sole of its own.
The city street keeps its secrets
and forgets them with new tar.
The city street takes a life
and is praised the next day.
The city street doesn't weep
until it's slippery when wet
and at its dead end.
©2008 RA
6.09.2008
I Am a Child
I am a child of the Fall of Man. Like my father before me, and generations untold before him, I have been corrupted by the downward spiral that is war, industry, and societal and environmental masochism.
I stand a broken man, my soles full of holes...thoroughly unprepared to lead a life of nobility, loyalty, courage, and tend to the fires of a warm heart.
Unless I unlearn what I've learned, I, too, will pass on the Pain of Man--a pain of the body, mind, and soul--to my progeny. In the areas of my "genetic memory", where I possess the know how to hide emotion, "stand in line" obediently, and apathetic to the affairs of the world, I must become unlearned through the practice and application of trust, patience, and a dash of compassion.
Only by being aware of the man that I have yet to become, will I ascend from the depths of a fractured past and achieve distance from my forefathers.
Distance from the malfeasances of my fathers before me will grant perspective...the "big picture" will loom small and comprehensible on the horizon. Perspective will add clarity to my actions...there will be no internal struggle or madness. Clarity in action will "lift me higher"...I will experience the rapture and torment of growing "new wings". My ascension will return to me the missing pieces of self lost in the descent...I will be born again of Ashes and forged into a shining, glowing Stone, and will no more suffer scarred or open wounds.
My Rise and Fall are relative in that the seeds of my descent took root during when I was younger, and so I must become like a child to fully begin my ascent. I must also realize that I cannot "save my father", or those who came before...but as I progress ever skyward, I will not tread upon the old men in my life. Instead, I will re-shape their memories into stairs, so my self and others may learn from the example.
All children of the Fall of Man are given the opportunity to rise to such great heights. But many do not perceive the moment, and so continue on a wayward path to salvation. They carry on with their lives as crooked men walking an infinitely crooked mile.
One need not follow the crook, the prophet, or the path to find their way on the Journey of Ascension.
I am a child on the Rise.
Take me higher.
©2008 RA
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Piece inspired by the book Iron John. I am still engrossed in the pages of the book, and so my self and this piece are works in progress. There may or may not be a revision forthcoming.
I stand a broken man, my soles full of holes...thoroughly unprepared to lead a life of nobility, loyalty, courage, and tend to the fires of a warm heart.
Unless I unlearn what I've learned, I, too, will pass on the Pain of Man--a pain of the body, mind, and soul--to my progeny. In the areas of my "genetic memory", where I possess the know how to hide emotion, "stand in line" obediently, and apathetic to the affairs of the world, I must become unlearned through the practice and application of trust, patience, and a dash of compassion.
Only by being aware of the man that I have yet to become, will I ascend from the depths of a fractured past and achieve distance from my forefathers.
Distance from the malfeasances of my fathers before me will grant perspective...the "big picture" will loom small and comprehensible on the horizon. Perspective will add clarity to my actions...there will be no internal struggle or madness. Clarity in action will "lift me higher"...I will experience the rapture and torment of growing "new wings". My ascension will return to me the missing pieces of self lost in the descent...I will be born again of Ashes and forged into a shining, glowing Stone, and will no more suffer scarred or open wounds.
My Rise and Fall are relative in that the seeds of my descent took root during when I was younger, and so I must become like a child to fully begin my ascent. I must also realize that I cannot "save my father", or those who came before...but as I progress ever skyward, I will not tread upon the old men in my life. Instead, I will re-shape their memories into stairs, so my self and others may learn from the example.
All children of the Fall of Man are given the opportunity to rise to such great heights. But many do not perceive the moment, and so continue on a wayward path to salvation. They carry on with their lives as crooked men walking an infinitely crooked mile.
One need not follow the crook, the prophet, or the path to find their way on the Journey of Ascension.
I am a child on the Rise.
Take me higher.
©2008 RA
Piece inspired by the book Iron John. I am still engrossed in the pages of the book, and so my self and this piece are works in progress. There may or may not be a revision forthcoming.
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