Blue

Blue

Ran the river, mortal, past your sickbed
A clear-sided wash that you stepped into every day;
First baptism.
This was the fortitude in which I wrapped you, enough to break levees
Running so deeply beyond the visible world.
Our bodies, yours and mine, are material
And they were once both water, together
But the hue of my soul, fed to you as you fed me once
Was blue
Until you could walk again.
2/12/11

Green

Green

Oh little one, watered so
Springing shoots in the time of rebirth
Energized and calm with the luck of spirit.
A sapling is born, fortified and tender
Rooted in the eternally-renewing
Bring us thirsty mortals shade and cooling
For the hour grows hot, and the sun, beating
Takes to turn our impish green
To burnt and tired hues.
This is a color of sparkle in the eye
Best seeded, and brought to fruition.
2/12/11

Yellow

Yellow (Strength reversed)

Pissed away into false happiness and absent courage
The heart shirks, and wishes to be mild, smiling and to “have a nice day”
Present company intended.
One day you will wake up, your hand stained yellow
Your delicate doilies and dresses decaying
Gulped under the blindness that was near-white,
Too weak to be a constant candle.
So that yellow flame, then gold
Must turn to night’s dust.

2/12/11

Orange

Orange

Made shining by the formerly bleak, but now crepuscular
Futures in tin and metal boxes
Satiated, static sunrise unto a new suburb.
Sunny, but overly saccharine. My funny delight.
Be like dull but humorous cats, orange, in the night.

2/11/11

Red

Red

In sweet love’s surrender, crimson’s cinder;
The shadowed apple of sacrifice well-done.
Passion untendered but slowly simmered,
Vice rendered
Jokingly scarred with happenstance’s cruel pun.
Archaic and bold,
Fiery and old
My suffering’s meat in the making-
Every moment of it is for taking.
I have “red” and said
If I do not give my all in life
I am not waking.

2/11/11

Samael Tsabaoth

Samael Tsabaoth

Who is the one who assumes the place of the Almighty?
It is you.
I am the One.
Much has been said about the quest to walk on the left, left foot first.
I do not assume.
I am the almighty, angel of Heaven and Hell.
Split yourself in two
And you have already created the Lie.
You blaspheme with my duality.
I have chosen you.
Question the Divine.
I am the Angel of the Lord
And I watch over you.
Love is easy, but cunning and questioning take art.
Inquire, and you shall be rewarded.
Curiosity is the devil of religion
And the seed of belief.
You are free to speak my name, and write the letters.
I am within your reach.

2/6/11