Monthly Archives: August 2013

August 14, 2013

Practicing the Presence

By viewingcamelot

I closed my eyes today
To let wind rush by me, inside me,
Stirring ancient love:
Timeless, resilient, free.

Expanding with quiet passion.
Was there ever another, but You?
Our history, a simple melody
You play every note true.

Your tune lifts me to heights
Immeasurable: swelling and swimming.
My love for You, its own force,
Serenading while ascending

Until the bottom drops out.
These ages, years of devotion,
Girded by self, numb my senses,
Transform music to commotion,

Still Your rhythm carries on.
What I know of love is You.
All my love is reflex;
A response to Your truth

And unending faithfulness.

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August 14, 2013

Kant Sits on Plato

By viewingcamelot

A turn of phrase as a tourniquet.
Words built empires,
Supported spires.
Wisdom reads and learns the writ
Before burning it.

Walls of words, now my own,
Generations of thought
Globally sought.
Their understanding flown
Into my home.

Phonetic currency,
Golden words
Coins of the world
I live in the availability
Of history’s prosperity.

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August 14, 2013

As Locke Would Have It

By viewingcamelot

No hand has toiled
To lift a stone or till the soil,
Nor was timber cut and laid
To build a farm or carve a glade,
No one danced in jubilee,
Nor anyone assembled peaceably,
Neither government grasping power,
Nor men banding to build a tower,
But first IDEA has taken root
And pushes men into pursuit.

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August 14, 2013

My Inferno

By viewingcamelot

I thought of you today,
The old times, the way
You steeped in frustration
At my many limitations.
If you cared, I wasn’t sure,
But I knew you’d need more
So bothered by my lack,
The unseemly attacks
You refused to see.
In some ways you punished me
For who I couldn’t be.

I’ve thought of you recently
Conducting yourself so decently
While I lived on the fringe.
I must have been unhinged
To fall in love with you.
A girl like me would never do,
Never blend into your world.
I wore my sins, my flag unfurled,
Against the backdrop of your pedigree.
I was your purgatory.
You were my paradise.

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August 14, 2013

Running of Age

By viewingcamelot

These ancient guttered streets,
Worn signs and pot holes,
Hard to follow with childish feet
Dangerous to patrol,

Spread out into the great unknown
A mission, a compulsion
Tangled with sticks and stones,
Each step its own propulsion.

Running once, and fleeing,
I’ve learned these roads now.
Enemies near and seething
Fall back silenced, disavowed.

Sometimes I still stumble
These roads have deep ruts,
But the nature of the humble
Admits falling, gets up,

Keeps walking.

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August 14, 2013

Ebenezer

By viewingcamelot

Time
Finger furled miser,
Stealing, drinking years
Leaving them no wiser.
Ruthless crime.

Time
You promised humanity
You would heal all wounds.
Instead you feed vanity
Then undermine.

Time
Ruler of ruins,
But you will end.
What will you do then,
Be reassigned?
Begin again
Open-handed.

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August 14, 2013

Humanism

By viewingcamelot

Open your eyes and gaze
The world is your ancestor.
You regain in essays
What you lost in vespers.

Open your throat and scream.
A hundred voices echo back.
Stand upon your reams,
Scream until it cracks.

Take this thought and live
Alone and wildly free.
Eat through your missives,
Become the escapee

You were born to be.

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August 14, 2013

Shattered Fruit

By viewingcamelot

All created as many parts in union.
God rested from the work, not works, He made.
Whole and complete, naked and unashamed,
Until creation was fractured by sin,

And subjected to futility and aberration.
After seeing the whole, naming the parts,
Man lost the view he gained at his start.
He splintered his perception.

He sees the pieces, not the whole.
Naming a rose is now by fragments;
A texture, a color, a scent.
Terms of his broken parole.

No union, but bits to conjoin.
Standing before The Maker,
Utterly and entirely naked,
But they only covered their loins.

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August 14, 2013

Who Sits on the Right?

By viewingcamelot

We neither deserved deliverance,
Nor strictly grace postulate.
Is this an irreconcilable difference,
Or are we just obstinate?

Authority issues on both sides,
Waiting for humility from each other,
We use what unites to divide.
We use our freedom to smother.

I know from personal history,
It’s better to humble yourself,
Than be humbled. The mystery
Pursues long term health.

Short term thoughts chew,
And I have had this meal before.
It doesn’t taste like truth.
We must be meant for more.

So the truth is we are brothers,
And even fighting, still we share
In something far beyond us,
And undeserved: co-heirs.

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August 14, 2013

Migraines

By viewingcamelot

Violent Migraine
Intrusive aggressor
Fever of brain,
Sadistic oppressor.

Home invader,
Layer of waste
Vision violator
Body debased.

Fragmenting brow-beater,
And stomach sourer
Voracious Life-eater
Today devourer.

Leave me tomorrow.

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