Doorkeep

Rather than a selfish life,

Filled with every luxury,

Preferable to poverty and porcine envy,

I said I'd be a doorkeeper,

A hired servant.

If the remains of my life were to last only a day, in your presence,

It would outweigh all the wanting,

Of a thousand filled with every indulgence,

But

I have to be honest boss,

I have to be straight with you, Dad,

I'd take that,

I would.

I'd take it and be grateful,

It's more than I deserve or could ever ask for,

But I' can't help but hope for something more, 


It's not the robes or the ring

It's not the fatted calf, or any other thing,

It's the bit where you fall on me,

And welcome me in 

To your house,

Forever,

It's the bit where I get to spend forever as your son,

Daddy, I'll take the Doorkeep's job. 

I'd bite your arm of for it,

But, forgive me,

I want so much more

Wordless

 It is here

In my wordless prayer

I still my soul

To meet you there

My words betray

My anxious thought

And so I kneel before you

As I ought

My inner longings

Long have taught

That my outward strivings 

Will come to naught

So wordless I 

Let my heart be caught

Adopt the posture

Let hands be raised

Let life be rendered

In ceaseless praise

Let all I am,

Without a noise,

Lift my life 

As my loving voice

That all my deeds

Proclaim your love

Hearts and hands

And head above

Lost in praise

And wordless love

Extremities

Hands held by nails

Feet impaled
You always go to extremities

To show us your love

Hands healed
Feet heeled
You walked a thousand miles
To show us your love

Feet held,

While hands washed, 
You took the towel.
Before the power,

You always go to such extremities,

To show us your love,

Feet Scarred,
Hands holed,
Forever you will bear the mark,
Of the extremities you will go to,
To show us your love

We Sang

 

We sang 'Holy Spirit come',

And then we went home,

Did he turn up later on,

Alone in that room?

Did he brood over the face,

Of the kick drum and snares?

Did he pour out his love

Over our empty chairs?

Did his still presence

Descend on the keys?

Did the microphone stand,

In still silence and peace?

Did the power point suddenly

Splutter into life,

To point out that power

Can exist in the strife?

Did he linger then,

Eliciting praise,

But no voices nor heads,

Nor hands could be raised,

Because we'd departed,

And gone on our ways?

Come Jesus, we said,

Come Spirit we'd state,

And turn on our heels,

And make for the gate,

If the Spirit will,

Why then won't we wait?

Skullduggery

Golgotha,

The place of the skull,

where the lamb and the scapegoat

Were dragged for the cull,

Splayed and stretched out ,

Side by side,

 Innocence,

Guilt and pride,

Matryoshka,

In The Inside,

They crucified a lamb,

But a Lion would rise,

You thought this was a criminal,

Convicted and tried,

You thought this was a saviour,

But save your eyes,

The greatest heist,

Job done from the inside,

Stole back life,

To give to his bride,

The hero died,

But he also survived

And those driving the death,

Were merely along for the ride

In all of their pride and their thuggery,

This plain-hiding scheme could have seemed,

Like Skulduggery,

It was 'probably a robbery' 

Eloi, Eloi,

Lama sabachthani

You forsook, what it took,

But now you've come back to me,

Hosanna

Maranatha,

Hallelujah,

Golgotha,

August

 For the whole month of August I did not write a poem,

When September came I said, it is time to get goin',

For when the summer came, I gave up in disgust,

"It's too hot to write", said I,  "in the month of August"

To commemorate this dry and barren wasteland

I purposed to make good,  snatching keyboard to hand,

Though it's over and gone I feel that I must

Commemorate, that my memory ate, 

The Month of August

For heat haze and blur of the mind

And time too, the thief, had been too unkind

And though I swore I would never go bust,

I look back and lament

The month of August

Mothlike the month eats away at me like rust,

Leaving holes in my memory,

Of the month of August

Juxtapositions (of various aspects of my health and mental wellness)

A limp is developed to spare a limb and/or joint that is in pain 

And I limp on both legs for that reason, 

Accordingly neither limb is spared.

I cannot  simply accept the pain and resume a normal walk.

My legs talk one to another in harsh tones,

Recoiling and advancing in returning turns,

My knees scream at each other like a warring couple.

I often forget about my memory problem

The stress of staying calm so I don’t have a heart attack is giving me heart attack inducing levels of stress,

I can't see the damage to my eyes when I examine them in the mirror

I often forget about my memory problem


My fear of death is resolved only when I die

I often remember my many forgettable problems

I also often forget about my memory problem