Wings pulsating the helpless air
As the eagle claims its prey.
Terrified, yet somehow cognisant
Of nature's Order, the
Lamb relinquishes its soul
For the greater benefit of its
Predator. Twisting, mangling,
The talons crushing body and blood--
The eagle thoughtlessly and instinctively
Desecrates the offering, like
A suicidal samurai slitting
His own belly.
a plea
6-16-94
i hate my life of pain and strife
and endless misery
for god is dead inside my head--
there is no hope for me.
i once believed that when i leave
these troubles i'd be free
to roam the sky and wonder why
my fates mistakenly
chose thread so well marked 'living hell'--
but now i cannot see
how leaving this for heaven's bliss
could happen possibly
i heard somewhere that if i swear
or don't pray the rosary
enough i'll end up satan's friend
and fry eternally
so screw it all i'm no saint paul
i'll take what comes to me
i'm on my own. i'm all alone.
no one will hear my plea
for hope-- i need someone to heed
my cry and set me free
to roam the sky i wonder why
i can't get them to see
that god is dead inside my head--
they hold the hope for me
The Pain of Parting
6-17-94
As all of these high school years finally end,
It's hard to imagine that so many friends
Will travel their paths, all alone, just as I,
And soon I will be but a mem'ry gone by.
Avoiding this end is not possible-- no sir,
And though separation hurts more when we're closer,
I'm willing to sacrifice easy adieus
If I may just have that which I'll ne'er refuse.
My friendship with you means so much to me now
That I want it to last, and to grow, and somehow
I wish I could change the way pain falls in line
With closely-knit friendships, especialy thine--
But let me just plead: don't let fear make you shy,
And don't be so sad that you don't say goodbye.
to fly
10-19-94
to fly
to escape
to dream
these are the things which keep us alive--
which keep us wanting--
which keep us wanting to be alive
We are alive
LUNA
10-27-94
Distant as my aspirations,
Illuminating the darkness surrounding
It, my foundation's constant companion
Is larger than I.
A manifestation of divine ingenuinty,
The blinding lunar brilliance
Lets me see the plights
Of a billion others
God loves.
what makes time go
10-27-94
I would like to know
What makes time go.
If we could stop the sun,
Would clocks no longer run?
Or if everyone ran east,
Would the earth slow down, at least?
Why can't I be young
Forever, as the sun?
If time is an invention,
A man-made convention,
Then let me not believe
That carefree days will leave--
But time will still move on,
For life is based upon
Continuity of time.
No reason, no rhyme.
On the Curb of Eighth Street
12-1-94
Sprinkles of light floating through the
branches
Like pixie angels in the warm coolness
of late autumn--
The leaves swirl about me as I dream
of Love
I am the Tree-- His light shines through me.
And the pure resplendance
Recalls joys long forgotten by most--
The true meaning of Chrstmas and the
Spirit of His birth
Tunes of old Yule mystically appear
Over the rooftops and streetlights,
Filling the air with a gentle harmony,
And two friends sipping their hot
chocolate saunter on by
The eddies of foliage sill dancing about
Chill me with happiness,
For Christmas is near!
O Wastebasket
12-2-94
You know my inner thoughts--
Remember all those notes I used
To give you?
Expressing my heart
And its desires
And its loves
Because I was timid
You're the only one who ever knew
About Jennifer, about Julie and Jill.
Well...
I'll bet they could tell, too,
But Wastebasket, I could never have told them
I loved them too much!
The Moon at Night
12-13-94
The moon shines brilliantly tonight.
It blinds my eyes with
The constant stream of light from the sun.
I am illuminated as it
Pierces even through,
Especially through the night.
O Father, help me imitate the moon,
In times of darkness
Clearly and faithfully reflecting
The brilliance of the Son.
An Eternal Error
12-30-94
Intelligent as an owl,
Seeing our desires,
He laughs.
Crafty as a serpent,
Slithering into our hearts,
He whispers.
Invisible as our thoughts,
Into a treacherous trap
We turn.
Deceptive as a chameleon,
Ruling our beast,
He takes power.
Strong as the straw house,
Clutching our souls,
He burns.
Clear as a crystal,
Realizing our error,
We scream in terror.
An eternal error.
The Daily Visitor
12-30-94
A rosy finger extends from the horizon
To touch the sky above the shadowy clouds.
Its hand is gently painted with wide,
sweeping strokes against liquid eternity...
As if afraid, the light-creature
quickly retracts and sinks away,
Only to reappear minutes later,
high above the forest on the edge of the earth
By probing its lavender head above the clouds,
An aura of brilliant white protruding into
the azure ozone I am accustomed to.
He winks, smiles, promises to be
back tomorrow. And sets himself to bed.
Last update: November 30, 1997.
http://www.cs.utah.edu/~thelenm/personal/poetry/1994.html