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Marriage with Dreams

Clem — Thu, 25 Jun 2009 10:50:37 +0000

I remembered you wanted to see the clouds
for they are the eternal hosts of angels;
now I realize
they could be the special reason
for all your acts of gentleness.

Too often I long to unite with your fancies,
but so distant they have always been,
it’s like catching the clouds in my palm…
they slip away before they could
even dance with my fingertips…

I’d rather be a slave basking
forever under the enchantment
of your spell…
until all the sunsets
stop dictating the mysteries
of the night…
then I will be king
forever.

One Side of the Morning

Clem — Thu, 25 Jun 2009 07:11:29 +0000

A sense of fullness saturates my being
as the thought of you caresses my spirit;
it seems a mystical off season gallery of masterpieces
suddenly unfolds spellbinding
every soul within its inspirational
range.
it’s the first morning beside
you…
it’s not a dream anymore…
and another lifetime has just begun.

My Picture of You

Tim — Tue, 23 Jun 2009 05:39:24 +0000

If I had to paint a picture
What would it be?

A Life full of happiness or a life just in vain
Is it a picture of me having my first bike ride?
Or an imagination of you being my bride?
My father said paint something that completes me
But I wondered, what about something that breaks me

So what is this picture I had to paint?
I tried so hard to find the perfect picture
To depict what I want for my past, present and future
I pulled out a picture of you and me
I guess it was everything I wanted to see
With you beside me
Something I wanted in reality

What is this I see?
Someone save me from my insanity
Just paint one picture for me
And somehow I can set my self free
Now the picture is clearer to me
I just really want you and me
Guess that’s the picture I’m never gonna see
I just have to paint it in my memory

Desecration of the Manger

Clem — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 05:01:05 +0000

Into an orgy of vanity
The world wildly spins
It’s advent antithesis
Symbols of extravagance
Dazzle the mind
Turning upside down
The shepherd’s hut

Not one knows what changed
History
A renegade from the scripture
It’s puzzle too mystifying
What de-spiritualizes
The manger

Glitters that blind
Deaden the sense
Torrents of material wealth
Rage

May deep with the heart
Emptiness escalates
Hopelessly the soul dehydrates
And death captured eternity

The Pageantry of the Soil

Clem — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 05:00:04 +0000

From the sacred station
Of the Passover
Generations perpetuate the
Rite of the dust

Multiplying at rates
Beyond the realm of reason
… the mystery of the yeast

This isn’t just a scriptural tradition
Neither a post-heroism dance
It’s the wine again in transubstantiation
O, the heightening romance
With the Eucharist

Now is our feast of common
Destiny
The celebration of everyone’s winter

For no one escapes tragedy
Of silence

And the finality
Of the soil.

Divinity of Forgiveness

Clem — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 04:57:13 +0000

Rise not
To defend your innocence
In wanton abandon you gave it up
For a treasure chest.

It’s stark hypocrisy
Even just to imagine
You still bear the purity seal
The world has already reached a verdict
For you to be condemned

But grieve not over the torn imprimatur
It’s only the fragility of the flesh
-humanity of error

Remember one can still be a saint
Even in the quagmire of sins

Long as
Jesus is still around
To suspend the casting of
The stone

Empires of Fire

Clem — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 04:56:41 +0000

Pyramid at the top
Pharaohs sky empires build
All for the same reason
Cleopatra’s passion kiss

In the vineyard
Sowers plant dreams
No one tills Jerusalem
Not even for a palm

All around empty space spread
Rolls and rolls of void unfold
Yet none is for a Samaritan
To lay a carpet for the Lord

River banks culture plutocrats
Who breed too fast in tears
Monsters they all become
In the laps of Persephone

JESUS, LORD
No powers remain impregnable
In the gentleness

Spiritual Perestroika

Clem — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 04:55:40 +0000

Break me into the finest grains
Of sand
Better still into the highest grade
Of clay
For what worth is left in this
Tortured breath
Hosting a damaged soul.

I know you came for the
Pieces blown apart by violence and greed
And those drowned in material lust

Oh, Jesus, my first and last
Sanctuary
Kindly fix up my brokenness
On your next tour redemption

And please
Let my penance be lighter
Than your cross
… my passion no graver
Than a tampered child’s

First caress

Paschal Innocence

Clem — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 04:54:48 +0000

Staring at you intently
I begin to see the fossils of Calvary
Scattered like splintered memories
Across infinity

Painfully I could bear the heart-drowning
Spurts of blood from a
Mortality punctured shall
From the nail-riddled pains
From the scorched back
From the shattered shoulders
From the shredded knees
… a truly salvaged God!

And there in all your soul-stirring
Loneliness
Your mind-ripping silence
Your overpowering gentleness
… you hang supreme
Proving
Validating
Confirming… testifying

All over again
Your indestructible innocence
Your omnipotence
Your everlastingness

The Anguish of Surrender

Clem — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 04:54:04 +0000

You offer us
The reward of endlessness
In exchange for the crude post and nails
Of noontime

Absolving en masse
The indignities and infractions
Of civilizations
Including those beyond the sunrise
Just by your maiden cry

Isn’t it too much
A sacrifice
For too trivial a cause
Is the homo sapiens
Really that plum
To deserve another life

But who am I
To question such design
Anyway I too am part of the rescue list
Though clearly I deserve not
Yet that too
Isn’t that mine to judge