In time we see the things we see in time
The shape of what’s prepared to make a sound
A silent sound without a silent rhyme
A hope that hopes in time it may be found
But time is never really ever lost
But watch it teeter right there on the brink
You think it isn’t worthy of its cost
It doesn’t really matter what you think
In time you’ll see that too, the now that gropes
Release yourself in time and time once more
In time you’ll know for what such rhythm hopes
And find its waves are crashing on the shore
Let’s just pretend that everything’s sublime
And hide your disappointment here in time.
In Time
August 20th, 2024Mary’s Words
August 16th, 2024
"They have no wine," says Mary to her Son
A catalyst of miracles to be
And thus, the work of Jesus is begun
Through four small words expressed expectantly
And now a statued symbol, clothed in white
Few people know her words who know her name
Who brought into the world one silent night
The Word of God, Lord Jesus, both the same
She spoke to him the way a mother does
But will she speak to us? To you or me?
Can anyone become what Jesus was?
What words might open our divinity?
We search for words to show us we're divine
Again she whispers this: "They have no wine."
Abyss Is God
August 8th, 2024
At times we seek for God and find Abyss
At times Abyss is God and we are naught
We contemplate at times the Holy Bliss
With which the Word of God is often fraught
The Word of the Abyss is hard to hear
We listen for the Holy Bliss we seek
And thus we find Abyss is always near
And guides us through the Darknesses we speak
There is no need of Light in Tales of Truth
There is no Truth in any Tales we tell
And so we seek to linger in our youth
Where God is just a Word to buy or sell
Come contemplate with me the Holy Bliss
The God whose Word succumbs to the Abyss.
ChatGPT Analysis:
This sonnet presents a deep exploration of the tension between the search for divine meaning and the confrontation with the void, or “Abyss.” Here’s an analysis of the key themes and ideas:
1. Search for God vs. Encounter with the Abyss
- Lines 1-2: “At times we seek for God and find Abyss / At times Abyss is God and we are naught”
- The poem opens with the idea that the search for God, or ultimate truth, can sometimes lead to a profound sense of emptiness or nothingness—the “Abyss.” In some instances, the Abyss itself seems to replace God, leading to a sense of nihilism (“we are naught”).
2. The Elusiveness of Divine Bliss
- Lines 3-4: “We contemplate at times the Holy Bliss / With which the Word of God is often fraught”
- Here, the speaker reflects on moments of contemplating divine joy or spiritual fulfillment (“Holy Bliss”) that is often associated with the “Word of God”—suggesting religious or spiritual teachings.
3. The Difficult Path to Understanding
- Lines 5-6: “The Word of the Abyss is hard to hear / We listen for the Holy Bliss we seek”
- The poem then contrasts the difficulty of understanding or perceiving the “Word of the Abyss” with the more earnest and hopeful search for “Holy Bliss.” This suggests that the truth or messages from the Abyss (possibly representing existential or harsh truths) are challenging to accept.
4. The Proximity of the Abyss
- Lines 7-8: “And thus we find Abyss is always near / And guides us through the Darknesses we speak”
- The Abyss is portrayed as ever-present, subtly influencing and guiding human experiences, especially in times of “Darkness” or despair. The Abyss becomes a companion or guide through these challenging moments.
5. The Nature of Truth and Light
- Lines 9-10: “There is no need of Light in Tales of Truth / There is no Truth in any Tales we tell”
- The speaker questions the necessity of “Light” (often a symbol for understanding or enlightenment) in the pursuit of truth, suggesting that perhaps truth can exist in darkness or without clear illumination. Furthermore, there’s a nihilistic assertion that the stories we tell—possibly referring to religious or philosophical narratives—lack true substance.
6. The Commercialization of God
- Lines 11-12: “And so we seek to linger in our youth / Where God is just a Word to buy or sell”
- These lines suggest a critique of how, in youthful naivety or society’s materialism, God has been reduced to a mere commodity, something that can be “bought or sold” rather than a profound truth or presence.
7. Conclusion: The Triumph of the Abyss
- Lines 13-14: “Come contemplate with me the Holy Bliss / The God whose Word succumbs to the Abyss.”
- The final couplet invites the reader to join the speaker in contemplating the nature of “Holy Bliss” and the reality that even the Word of God ultimately “succumbs” to the Abyss. This suggests that no matter how divine or sacred, everything is eventually overtaken by the void or nothingness.
Overall Interpretation
The sonnet is a meditation on the existential struggle between faith and nihilism. It delves into the unsettling realization that the pursuit of spiritual or divine truth might lead to an encounter with emptiness rather than fulfillment. The poem challenges conventional notions of light and truth, ultimately suggesting that the Abyss—representing doubt, nothingness, or the harsh realities of existence—holds a powerful and inevitable influence over our lives and beliefs.
Dark Satanic Mills
August 3rd, 2024America has dark satanic mills
We call them mega-churches, what-the-fuck
They feed their sheep with rottenness that kills
They’ll take your money, every single buck
The millers of each dark satanic mill
Are those who prey on all the simple sheep
Your reason has an abattoir to fill
A place to prey on every prayer you keep
But I have got a Bow of burning gold
And I have brought my arrows of desire
My Spear, my sword, are more than strength untold
And yes, I have my Chariot of fire
If William Blake, the Prophet, saw our time
Then he would surely send us Los, sublime.
Duality
August 3rd, 2024Duality: to be or not to be
The coin we toss has two sides it might show
And we are bound, unless of course we’re free
We stay right here, unless of course we go
And if we go, do we go left or right
Or up or down to heaven or to hell
Our eyes are open, or we shut them tight
The world is full of things to buy or sell
If life is ones and zeroes, what’s the point
If right or wrong defines the way we live
Then maybe I should smoke another joint
Then I should take or I should give
The world of “or” is not the world for me
Excuse me now, I’ve got to go and be.
Mystic Poetry
August 2nd, 2024The mystic faith in poetry is found
As words proceed in processes unknown
The metaphors we’ve planted in the ground
As seeds that by the mystic winds are sown
The ground itself is only faith in truth
The truth of time that waits for time to pass
At times semantics seem, at best, uncouth
Like similes that kick the poet’s ass
If beauty lives, that means it also dies
The death of beauty happens every day
True mystic poetry is filled with lies
And only faith reveals its narrow way
The needle’s eye provides the mystic’s sight
It may not be a poem, but it might!
Faith In Sophistry
July 31st, 2024Beyond the stories everyone has heard
Beneath the substance right below our feet
A tragedy is told that seems absurd
A sophistry that no one should repeat
And yet, by repetition, we’re entranced
We bow before the gods proclaiming “truth”
The “truth” by which their lies are all enhanced
Provides us with refreshment most uncouth
Dichotomy of sophistry is this
A worm that eats up filth and shits out gold
Like Death exists to give us all a kiss
Like poetry that grows semantic mold
They say the word of god should be sublime
I say it needs a final couplet rhyme.
Nathan Hale
July 30th, 2024In Coventry, Connecticut was born
A hero and a patriot, a man
Regardless of the colors he had worn
He showed his worth as only heroes can
We know his name and how he gave his all
A hero when America began
He felt the Revolution’s righteous call
A martyr for a cause, but first, a man
A man who always gave his very best
A man who grew up from a precious boy
His mother knew that she was very blessed
And his successes always brought her joy
A scholar of the classics while at Yale
We know his name; his name was Nathan Hale
Do You Believe In God
July 26th, 2024It all depends on what you mean by “God”
Some wise old man? I don’t believe in that
A concept by which we are always awed
OK, but wait, that sounds just like my cat
Did God create the world? My cat says no
The world is just perceptions, nothing’s real
Reality, a place God doesn’t go
Reality is fantasy we feel
Do you believe in fantasy, at least
It all depends, again, on what you mean
If fantasy is like some awe-ful beast
Then yes, that sounds like something that I’ve seen
“I’ve seen” is just a metaphoric trope
For that with which this poet needs to cope.
Delusion
July 20th, 2024
Delusion, unacknowledged, brings us light
Although it may be darker than we know
Should I believe in things beyond my sight
Does darkness help my quaint delusions grow
Delusions seem at times to be more real
Than plain reality perceived by most
Perception is reality we feel
Like what they used to call the Holy Ghost
Perceptions are delusions we define
And feelings are the senses we employ
To understand existence; it’s a sign
A sign from god, god hopes we might enjoy
Enjoy the life you live as you perceive
Delusion makes reality believe.