Where can I find you

Where can I find you
When the land runs away?
In a new year the
Months stand as promises
Though darkened by
Uncertainty,
Despite my fiery resolution
Time cannot be swayed
Nor fate circumscribed.
The old wisdom says
Que sera sera
As if to comfort, or that
Love removes
toute la crainte 
d’une extrémité.
But I cannot agree
Because I have known endings
In love before
And think the opposite is true:
It ends too soon

O morning

O morning with a thought of you
Through dark and dreams I come
To promises made before
The twilight of our breaking day
No more to haunt the darkened landscapes
In the ghosted space between us
Your name tattooed upon my lips
I breathe you in
With sunlight

Epitaph

today i shiver at the
coming nothing and
shudder at the why of it.
are these philosophies
meant to comfort?
how can we face the day?
what is your guarantee for
these labours?
the countless throng
all gone in faded time
do you remember them?
etched on stone in
shoebox gardens

As you are now
I once was
As I am now
You shall be
Prepare for death
And follow me

i cannot countenance this
imposing rock
who can stand the
weight of it?
gibbering, chattering
fumbling about
we rush headlong into it

Stop, reader! I have left a world
In which there was a world to do;
Fretting and stewing to be rich
Just such a fool as you.

it crushes my chest and

stifles my screams

it ends there upon the green

Coffee date

"We're at counter-purposes," she said
"And in any case blind
To the reality of our situation
You're not interested in
Knowing the truth of the matter."
"What is the truth?" I asked.
"You cannot begin to fathom it,"
And she wrinkled her nose.
Then she asked me to pass the cream.
I watched her pour it, and the
Coffee swirl around before being stirred
All together into one familiar light brown colour.
"I know more than you think I do," I said.

Áve

"O my Jesus, forgive us our sins, save us from the fires of hell

Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou amongst women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,
now and at the hour of our death. Amen."

With the Holy Spirit and Power
Your voice echoes in the Church
Now shaking
Now shivering
Flanked by aged pillars of flesh
Now rising
Now shrieking
The Host unmoving
All approving
Now tearing
Now rending
Your robes descending
"O my Jesus, forgive us our sins, save us from the fires of hell"
Now burning
Now writhing
Our seats aflame
"O my Jesus"
"O my Jesus"
Save us from the fires of this ecstasy
"Forgive us our sins"
We cannot undo them
Save us from the fires of this ecstasy
ora pro nobis peccatoribus
now and at the hour of our death

In the years

In the years we've lost our
Special kind of intimacy
To the pain of those
Suffering days,
All the ways we've been
Picked on,
Now gone before a
Newer age.
I can't help but reminisce
About our days of bliss
Where all was daring
Us to fail.
How frail we have become
Before the challenge of
A newer day.