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

Unless
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

Gunner©

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