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ISHTAR OF THE GATE a Poem

Ishtar of the Gate

I am Ishtar of the Gate
Venus, morning and evening star
Queen of Heaven on my way to the East
Shedding seven garments I descend into Hell
Ascending I put them on again
and rise to my throne

I am Mary, mother of God
My star rises over Bethlehem in the East
Suffering Seven Sorrows I descend into Hell
Elevated by Seven Joys I ascend to my coronation
Queen of Heaven, in wisdom I reared the son
With my breast I sustained him

Eternal opener of the ways am I
No man cometh to the Father except by the Son
Neither to the Son except by the Mother
Follow me to the King of Kings


“Hey Mitch, what’s this poetry thing all about?” I want to collaborate with Blue Öyster Cult and I’m hoping the Öyster Boys will think this would make a good lyric.

Did you know I wrote a paranormal/mystery/romance book inspired by Blue Öyster Cult’s lyrical themes?  Click here to download it here for free!

The cover to my book “Chatters on the Tide” inspired by the music of Blue Öyster Cult

SACRÉ CŒUR DIABOLIQUE a Poem

sacré Cœur diabolique

The power of my art is such
That I chain the world or set it free
Make me Queen or let me be
Anoint me Queen or from me flee
To make my art I must speak free
Whatever my inner heart doth see
I give it voice the choice is mine
To be whatever I must be

 

 


“Hey Mitch, what’s this poetry thing all about?” I want to collaborate with Blue Öyster Cult and I’m hoping the Öyster Boys will think this would make a good lyric.

Did you know I wrote a paranormal/mystery/romance book inspired by Blue Öyster Cult’s lyrical themes?  Click here to download it here for free!

The cover to my book “Chatters on the Tide” inspired by the music of Blue Öyster Cult

THIRST a Poem

Thirst

To be hard is just too easy
and too forceful’s my jam
so I retire to a garden of roses
slow down my wicked left hand
breathe out and breathe in
make time for the art of giving in

Hesychast by fire light
the candles and the joss
staring at the jointed icons
burning off the dross
baptismal fluid drowns
thirsty desert air
heat waves rise and bake
dense as rock I forget
the fluid that will slake

Roses wilt, sere are petals
fall, fall, fall
forgotten memories return
of my first initiation
of the following repast
and I recall the missing element


“Hey Mitch, what’s this poetry thing all about?” I want to collaborate with Blue Öyster Cult and I’m hoping the Öyster Boys will think this would make a good lyric.

Did you know I wrote a paranormal/mystery/romance book inspired by Blue Öyster Cult’s lyrical themes?  Click here to download it here for free!

The cover to my book “Chatters on the Tide” inspired by the music of Blue Öyster Cult

RUINS a Poem

RUINS

I was there once, a secret place known to few
Where sound was muffled by vines
The dew ever-settling, glistening in perpetual twilight ~
It might have been evening when I knelt
In the half light of that temple
A place more ancient than philosophy
Older than Babel

I say, I proclaim
(as if to prove)
Seek attention as evidence of existence
(it can’t be proved)
Repeating myself, making pointless noise
(there is no proof)
I am like a tourist in a foreign land
who speaks louder to be understood
Talking loudly to myself but I don’t understand
that even speaking rarely is far too often
(If invisible I’d be free)
There is a way back
(a mile beneath the tomb of Ozymandias)
But the road requires sacrifice
Each step a drop of blood apace
Until, foot upon the jamb of the primordial palace,
drained and coronated
I slip the crown and take the nameless throne.


“Hey Mitch, what’s this poetry thing all about?” I want to collaborate with Blue Öyster Cult and I’m hoping the Öyster Boys will think this would make a good lyric.

Did you know I wrote a paranormal/mystery/romance book inspired by Blue Öyster Cult’s lyrical themes?  Click here to download it here for free!

The cover to my book “Chatters on the Tide” inspired by the music of Blue Öyster Cult

THUMBS a Poem

THUMBS

Happy as long as we’re manic
That’s probably what it is anyway
But who knows — drawn forward
Sucked into the emptiness of the future
Running from the failures of the past
Trying to remake the now
But time is an illusion, and
Whatever we are or ever will be
Is only what we are at this very moment
Quicksand mind clicking, unable
To take a bite of the silence
Even though the wafer is right there waiting
Waiting for us to open wide
And accept its sacrament
Tongues, instead of lying calm and flat, expectant,
Wag and slice, carve up life into shards of time
Thumbs typing messages
Instead of hooked in pants pockets

 


“Hey Mitch, what’s this poetry thing all about?” I want to collaborate with Blue Öyster Cult and I’m hoping the Öyster Boys will think this would make a good lyric.

Did you know I wrote a paranormal/mystery/romance book inspired by Blue Öyster Cult’s lyrical themes?  Click here to download it here for free!

The cover to my book “Chatters on the Tide” inspired by the music of Blue Öyster Cult

CRESTS AND WAVES a Poem

CRESTS AND WAVES

Crests and waves — cycles, gyres and tides
I think I control — pushing and pulling and
I suspect it’s brain chemistry more than anything else
But if it isn’t then I’m just a jellyfish

Pulsing and floating — moon, wind and stars
I think I can’t control — drifting and moving and
I expect I’m part of them more than anything else
But if that’s true I’m just a puzzle piece

Doing and working — projects, books, and art
I think and create — pushing and pulling and
I suspect my problem is, more than anything else,
I can’t stop doing and merely be



“Hey Mitch, what’s this poetry thing all about?” I want to collaborate with Blue Öyster Cult and I’m hoping the Öyster Boys will think this would make a good lyric.

Did you know I wrote a paranormal/mystery/romance book inspired by Blue Öyster Cult’s lyrical themes?  Click here to download it here for free!

The cover to my book “Chatters on the Tide” inspired by the music of Blue Öyster Cult

CHRYSOPOEIA a Poem

CHRYSOPOEIA

Dare to seek the fixed point, crawl
Out of your iron box of fluid paranoia
By the road to Magnum Opus
Use the chemistry of metanoia

Intellects in highest form
Reveal themselves in metaphors
Similes, over against another
You know that’s what this is for

Square the circle ’round us now
Triangulate into four rows the decade
Up, up, reducing up to one, this is how
We find the fixed point we mislaid


“Hey Mitch, what’s this poetry thing all about?” I want to collaborate with Blue Öyster Cult and I’m hoping the Öyster Boys will think this would make a good lyric.

Did you know I wrote a paranormal/mystery/romance book inspired by Blue Öyster Cult’s lyrical themes?  Click here to download it here for free!

The cover to my book “Chatters on the Tide” inspired by the music of Blue Öyster Cult

INVERSION a Poem

INVERSION

Inside, reaching deeply
Not down, up or out, but rather
Casting inward, humbly, into the flesh
A silent Aeon, emerging gently by starlight
Revolution comes in a deserted place in a way
Never before attempted nor dreamt of, not even by
Apollo or Thor, Kali or Hera nor any hero
Transcending not to win but to lose
Instead of receding, pursues
Our love, a helpless babe
Noël, Noël, Noël


“Hey Mitch, what’s this poetry thing all about?” I want to collaborate with Blue Öyster Cult and I’m hoping the Öyster Boys will think this would make a good lyric.

Did you know I wrote a paranormal/mystery/romance book inspired by Blue Öyster Cult’s lyrical themes?  Click here to download it here for free!

The cover to my book “Chatters on the Tide” inspired by the music of Blue Öyster Cult

ESCHATON a poem

ESCHATON

Behind us in a past far flung
beneath a billion trillion tons of ocean
in the icy cold and mineral dark
coral insects built their lonely temples
to a god they could not know
and their parishioners
flagellum waving, gills singing
silent cantos to a sun unseen
ever winking, twinkling still

And then, when tales were written
of trees and floods
of serpents, towers, pillars
came dwellers of land and air
and they, like those before
piled up stones, rose up temples
made sacrifices unfathomable
to gods they could not see
ever burning, burning still

And now, out of the unknown
whispering the nonsense sense
glimmers like a fairy light
invisible to most
a mysterious idea, a cosmic thought
And crawling after it broken priests
compound fractured body and soul
content to follow in pain and failure
Ever smiling and smiling still

When time lies dead in undying present
and the teaming millions reel
the glimmer will be eternal bright
and the deepest depths will know its light
bones will be healed
and the hidden revealed
crawling no more, standing to flower
coming into blooming eschaton
ever unfolding, unfolding still


“Hey Mitch, what’s this poetry thing all about?” I want to collaborate with Blue Öyster Cult and I’m hoping the Öyster Boys will think this would make a good lyric.

Did you know I wrote a paranormal/mystery/romance book inspired by Blue Öyster Cult’s lyrical themes?  Click here to download it here for free!

The cover to my book “Chatters on the Tide” inspired by the music of Blue Öyster Cult

QUANTUS a poem

Quantus

Embodied in you, my skin
So into you, my mind
Burns in my skull, your bone
Is my bone and my home

Cry out to you, my friend
So long ago, I saw
The dark and still, the warm
Where we were first born

I can’t but you will, I know
Let be and let go, please show
Me the way, my stone
To rejoin and atone

There is a place, it’s there
Where we will go, someday
One heart and one mind, rewind
Released and unblind


“Hey Mitch, what’s this poetry thing all about?” I want to collaborate with Blue Öyster Cult and I’m hoping the Öyster Boys will think this would make a good lyric.

Did you know I wrote a paranormal/mystery/romance book inspired by Blue Öyster Cult’s lyrical themes?  Click here to download it here for free!

The cover to my book “Chatters on the Tide” inspired by the music of Blue Öyster Cult