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Gods

And then the gods walked on the face of the Earth
Each the other and then again know
They were bound in one for the good of all
Who let separateness take its toll
Each coin would drop
To the sacred spot
The gamblers would win and lose
But one they say
Need not pray
For he is the light of the doom

Within each eye
There burns a light
Which all but very few see
The itch it grows
As everyone knows
Who chases their tail in the breeze
Now rulers may rise
But it’s he who is wise
That makes oceans of people move
And the wheel it spins
In the frenzied mind
Scratch, Scratch
It is me again

If they only knew
What they fail to prove
For the tightly shut eye of the blind
Then each footstep would fall
Leaving nothing behind
But those who still fail to see
The cobweb grows ‘till the net complete
Engulfs every space and time
The ruckus will grow
And who will know
When the thief steals away in the night?

Finally I say
If you steal away
Leave your name and number inside
For though death may ride
In peace he abides
And one is the light of the doom

© Copyright 1987, 2007 The Wizard, Astrologer

 

The Brothers

They crumpled the pavement with footsteps of ice
Shadow-like brothers awake in the night

© Copyright 1989, 2007 The Wizard, Astrologer

Washed Up Shoes

My red canvas was finally laid out,
Having left no tread,
And carried us from a crowded street to death.
We hugged you in the architecture passing.

We assume they starred;
Biting the ground
In the dumfounding of the World.
We stood again
Alone!

Then, strung in your empty image
We filled your void with our spirits sleeping.
Coming down at the behest of a thoughtless assassin
We pass the years towards dawn:
A warless, whole of another eternity.

© Copyright 2007 The Wizard, Astrologer

 

Pharaoh

I was a god.
I directed the building of cities.
I employed workers to build obelisks.
I moved the earth, to set my legacy upright,
in thick blocks of stone. Now before me lies
The                      vast                    universe
In endless blue ether I set my rod, directing chorus.
Before me are spinning wheels, in the black vapors
of the firmament of time. I lived there
once. Laid lengthwise
in a gold sarcophagus,
Is my body,
an ancient relic.

© Copyright 1994, 2007 The Wizard, Astrologer

Lonely Shores

I walked the shores of lonely oceans
There I longed by strength to find
The peace of mind of one who cares
So nebulous when once laid bare
That I would reach both near and far
That I would grasp and miss the mark
And when I clenched my fingers
I held nothing in my fist
Shadows there would lurk and crawl
Before the gates
Before my heart
Still once in the mist
Each breath I took reminded me
By pangs and pleasures mixed
Pangs and pleasures mixed
That I walked so far alone
Entombed in ocean mist

The darkest freezing starless nights
I would raise my sword to fight
Beasts that rummaged through my mind
Beasts that trampled
Beasts of fright
Who preyed they did behind my eyes
And bit me as I’d go
I drew my weapon from its sheath
Missed many times then struck the beasts
That rummaged through my mind
Beasts that trampled
Beasts of fright
No more to rise on starless nights
No more to gnash
No more to bite
On dark and freezing starless nights

From above I might have known
The leagues that spanned this lonely shore
Yet ‘fore my feet the path did grow
I seemed retreating from my goal
How far I walked I do not know
Then lay me down to sleep
On creamy clouds my soul did ride
In dreamy waves the ocean’s side
Stretched to castle walls
A lonely king there walked the halls
Glory shinning in his crown
Edged and lined his solemn frown
Side by side we strode the grounds
And by chance I saw him smile
Revealing how he’d walked the miles
Down an empty lonely beach
Through all the shores his crown did reach
From above I might have known
The leagues that spanned this lonely shore

© Copyright 1990, 2007 The Wizard, Astrologer

 

Postcard: Earth

When the camera's eye snaps shut on the earth
The picture rendered
Might rendezvous with a postcard.
So I will pen my greetings,
I will place my stamp;
Fingerprints of a journey past.
I relate this message to you:
My heart is etched in the throes
And the writhe of the world.

© Copyright 1999, 2007 The Wizard, Astrologer