ZEALOTRY and ZEALOUSY .. .
..
I lit the burning pyre in a moment of irrational desire
Yet when is desire rational, in a private mortuary fire
A book of pictures of young girls my Auntie Ursula bought
Five famous poems I wrote, a 1st journal of poetic thought
Of polaroids, a pile of photos of all the girls I had known
I attempted to annihilate all memory of the wild seed I had sown
and the flames licked the sky at my back garden trial
No one stood in the dock to question or ask the defendant why
The thin smoke curled up to heaven where the prophet Moses sat
Reciting lines from the tablet of stone he nursed upon his lap
I had made my adolescent history and all the evil that I did
It rose up now to heaven since I had lifted that burdened lid
But now I think and feel and touch and see those memories so real
Have fallen from the azure skies, tinder, sparks and ashes golden
My memories are what make me as I am and every lover beholden
Every kiss and every smile, every word that was ever spoken, in love
I adore my wife, my life and God himself despite the cleansing of my heart
Despite the origin of faith that offered me that brand new start, the ‘r’ word
Cathartic and true, its such a demon shoe, a hoof in the biblios of the absurd
That teaches people, mild of heart to erase their beginnings on the adult trail
As though all forages in life, losing hymen, passages of semen, should make us wail
Curdle our entrails and squander all our dreams, for religion is not the master
Never made us dafter than when we let our conscience steal our joy and laughter
Harsh price we do barter to find the honest truth when we sacrifice our learning steps
Climb cathedral steppes when all we have really learned about is love, amor remissus.
Forgiving Love
.. . edenbraytoday04.01.2020
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I'm a writer ... I write .. . I’m not sure why I ever stopped, was it 9/11? .. . edenbray is born ugly, wet and covered in blood, mucous and bodily functions ~ the effluence of my short life .. . I am a Writer and Artist since 1966 - I'm an avid Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . I have had many poems selected for Anthologies of verse and recently have published many of my poems in 24+ themed booklets ... please ask for details - join the shebang by leaving me a marker with a 'like' or a comment for my ego and encouragement and thanks for listening - I really value your interest ~ edenbray
ZEALOTRY and ZEALOUSY .. .
ZEALOTRY and ZEALOUSY .. .
..
I lit the burning pyre in a moment of irrational desire
Yet when is desire rational, in a private mortuary fire
A book of pictures of young girls my Auntie Ursula bought
Five famous poems I wrote, a 1st journal of poetic thought
Of polaroids, a pile of photos of all the girls I had known
I attempted to annihilate all memory of the wild seed I had sown
and the flames licked the sky at my back garden trial
No one stood in the dock to question or ask the defendant why
The thin smoke curled up to heaven where the prophet Moses sat
Reciting lines from the tablet of stone he nursed upon his lap
I had made my adolescent history and all the evil that I did
It rose up now to heaven since I had lifted that burdened lid
But now I think and feel and touch and see those memories so real
Have fallen from the azure skies, tinder, sparks and ashes golden
My memories are what make me as I am and every lover beholden
Every kiss and every smile, every word that was ever spoken, in love
I adore my wife, my life and God himself despite the cleansing of my heart
Despite the origin of faith that offered me that brand new start, the ‘r’ word
Cathartic and true, its such a demon shoe, a hoof in the biblios of the absurd
That teaches people, mild of heart to erase their beginnings on the adult trail
As though all forages in life, losing hymen, passages of semen, should make us wail
Curdle our entrails and squander all our dreams, for religion is not the master
Never made us dafter than when we let our conscience steal our joy and laughter
Harsh price we do barter to find the honest truth when we sacrifice our learning steps
Climb cathedral steppes when all we have really learned about is love, amor remissus.
Forgiving Love
.. . edenbraytoday04.01.2020
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I'm a writer ... I write .. . I’m not sure why I ever stopped, was it 9/11? .. . edenbray is born ugly, wet and covered in blood, mucous and bodily functions ~ the effluence of my short life .. . I am a Writer and Artist since 1966 - I'm an avid Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . I have had many poems selected for Anthologies of verse and recently have published many of my poems in 24+ themed booklets ... please ask for details - join the shebang by leaving me a marker with a 'like' or a comment for my ego and encouragement and thanks for listening - I really value your interest ~ edenbray