Wednesday, 25 November 2015

The Mother of a New God

A new god is delivered its true
Not by normal paths or wounds
But through the belly of a noble mother
One that can bear it, her loss, her heart, like no other

A child is born both sweet and kind
Its first breath of human the catalyst to engage its mind
A time of innocence so brief and fleeting
But soon burdened by right and wrong, now prepared to take a beating

There is a road unto your God, into her arms
Though it will without doubt unfold, a struggle through famine, fog and harm
From that first shriek and on, your constant companion the demons oppression
The child will, the old soul, struggle to learn its lessens.

Its just another handful of learning
To climb the ladder to the fold of your father and avoid the burning
You learn to see what you smell and touch what you're hearing
Push out some love and forgiving, deal with the round about Karma you're fearing

You avoid the whole mess, forsake the struggle of birth, the duress
But then you must be a god no less, aged beyond reason and the call of the test
Carried first in the loving belly of a noble mother
You blossom through her shattered heart, a new god, another from a blessed mother


Tuesday, 23 June 2015

Through Squinted Eyes

Through squinted eyes
I did see
From the horizon
The backs of two tears
And my reflection looking back at me

Millenia! I screamed
Take back this heavy gravity
Bathe me in your treasured love I plead
Release me from this cursed millennium!

At once
On unfettered wings I rose perpetually
When love that had held me to the ground
Extinguished and set me free unbound
To this insistent heavy gravity

Millenia! I screamed
Give me back our ground
For on the back side of that horizon
With this cursed gravity
I'll never be found

And now through squinted eyes
I have seen
For millennium and today
The backs of two tears
And Millenia! Looking back at me.

This cursed heavy gravity!
Will never set me free
Am I bound forever? I scream
To see Millenia through my tears
For eternity

The gods it seemed
Remiss in promised mercy
Offered up instead misery
Or bid me come inside
With their cursed heavy gravity

But No! I screamed
I rather
Through squinted eyes
See my beloved Millenia
For a Millennium
Gunner© 2015

Friday, 17 April 2015

The Fight in Her Light

Señor Rogelio

You have grease on your fingers and cotter pins in your teeth
Is that gasoline in your veins and exhaust in your lungs to breathe?
You wheel your yellow mustang around with ease
But you get on home; you got baby girls with needs.

One, two, three and go!
We win Daddy!
We’re so fast and you’re so slow!
Look! They have fight in their light.

Dancing baby angel in an iron workers mask
That’s your daughter on a jack with dancers sass
She loves her papa; you can see it in her eye
And yes, she has your fight in her light

You twist a nut and bend a bar
Tear apart the engine of any car
That’s a big American Joe
But you've been around and able to bring it toe to toe

It’s been a long road from that breezy Hacienda
To that windy city on this side of gritty
From that ground of sun and serpent
To this smog where a dollar is all they worship

When the days done and you're getting to home
There are two pretty faces at the window waiting for Daddy to show
One, two, three and go! We win Daddy!
We’re so fast and you’re so slow!

There’s frost on a wrench, a car on the winch
But little girls wrapped in blankets need to be schooled
So it’s into the car one, two, three…and Go!
How do they make bricks Daddy? What holds up the moon and make it glow?

You’re a master at ballet folklórico
All the pretty Senorita’s love the mans man its told
The hombre with the big smile bright
But watch his daughter, a tire iron in hand and fight in her light.

Senor Rogelio!
It’s half past midnight on the bright side of bliss
You have a faster yellow mustang but you are surely missed
You live forever, cause there’s fight in her light, and you continue to grow
Dancing baby angel has you solidly in her loving thoughts, one, two, three…and Go!

Gunner© For My Millenia