Merry Christmas & Other Poems

1. MERRY CHRISTMAS : ARE YOU HOME, JESUS

Are you home, Jesus?

Alone in the graying daekness
Are you home swelling merry in welling eyes
Just to bless the purple feathers
Not spelling more doom for the all fluttering souls?

Out of the window
Into the unwatching darkness
I see you, your very face
Not more than a just straight human life
Strangled and crucified, unarmed
In booming light of the last supper in the Holy Grail
The crossbone faces of Judas
Grimacing you and all in lethal wizardry
Undoing the light left undone by you

Let me give you words
I will sing merry in welling eyes, too
I will wear my demasked faces
In dashing light, yet unborn to measure you
To unburn the unholy marble embers
Of graying darkness, thickening through the winds
In macabre peace of violence, oh my Jesus

Let there be light, Jesus
Let there be true light in darkness
Are you listening, oh my Jesus
Are you home? Are you listening?

2. ASCETIC RAIN AND THE BLUE MOUNTAIN

Come down
Heavily
On the drop dead
Blue mountain
Up upon the seventh crest
The caressing sky
Whispering
In puffs of dizzy clouds
Meandering darkly
Through the moments of rain
Worldlessly as ever
Beating
In lapses of eternity
Of so many spangles
The leafy world
Listening
Chorus of lullaby
Symphony of windy breeze
Crying in bristles of thorns
At the foothill
Of the blue mountain
Submerged
In pressing rains
And spell-bounding grandeur
of the surrounding mist
Baring her own sysmic breast
To root out
The dust and ashes
Of the ascetic rains
Coming down
Heavily
On the dead drop
Blue mountain.

3. OF ASHES AND DIAMONDS
You talk
And I listen
Throbbing silence
And deafening soliloquy
Like the breezy wind
Sighing in lullaby
Staring eyes
Of the falling night
Elusively raining
Like the wayward stalker
Chasing
The fluffy clouds
Over the shadows
At the lengthening footsteps
Of the rustling darkness

As if to hide
In your long face
Dying in moments
Of silence
Of the screaming sky
As you talk
And talk more
In membranes
Of screaming chiaroscuro
I listen to the kissing voices
Close to my beating heart
The sky widely fading out
Into the whispering jungle
To gather the twigs
Of sweet nothings
To burn in flames
Of divided passions
The inaccessible vowels
Twitching in pangs
To bear the unborn
In pristine pains
And pleasures
Voyaging
Into metaphors
Of ashes
And diamonds.