eclipse Posted April 20, 2012 Share Posted April 20, 2012 Outside a church a girl with permanent mine deep scratches on her face silently sells me matches-I light a match and through the round church window I see a crucifix propping Gods eye open- the earth his spinning eye-the cross and eye bridging time-humanity's leap into a new religious paradigm; cross and earth meet, man's divine awareness is complete.That night I light two matches beneath a full moon and place my hand beneath the flames and see God the hooded falcon and Jesus his falcon-they cannot see the fire in the eyes of each other. Dreams were my bird of prey as i slept- I was drawn to a wilderness where Christ wept nails and howled beneath a full moon. The wind caressed my wings and his hair- he looked into my eyes and intoned a prayer and rain-stones came down onto the plains and bounced off my bedroom window pane waking me-in the mirror I could still see the figure of Christ preserved within my eyes. I watched the TV and Jesus witnessed history in documentaries. Jesus returned in a dream, watched the earth in two streams and altered its history- ended poverty and war, then drank from the waters. After waking, this was replayed in my eyes- Jesus they would vaguely recognize and in return he didn't accept his reflection in the waters of the streams. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JoelJosol Posted April 20, 2012 Share Posted April 20, 2012 With the title, this gave me a pre-impression that the piece would be a sort of stream of consciousness writing. And I had actually read it that way, eclipse. Sort of surreal. Quote "Words are not things, and yet they are not non-things either." - Ann Lauterbach Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted April 25, 2012 Share Posted April 25, 2012 Yes I remember reading the first one. This is a revision, Barry? I like where this part takes me: ... I watched the TV and Jesus witnessed history in documentaries. Jesus returned in a dream, watched the earth in two streams and altered its history- ended poverty and war, then drank from the waters ... The last sentence is a bit anticlimactic, though realistic, human. Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Larsen M. Callirhoe Posted May 10, 2012 Share Posted May 10, 2012 very surreal poem. it would be nice if people acted kind and not crucified each other. just not jesus... jast sayin... victor Quote Larsen M. Callirhoe Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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