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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

Faustian Flame

Clem — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 04:52:30 +0000

By sheer ignorance
I towed a dream pigment
Toward the wrong side of dawn
T’was my first dalliance
With despair
Unknowingly I crossed
The threshold of childhood
In the winter of innocence
Bitterly time wept
Like a hogtied wind.

Somehow there was
A consuming sense of torment
At the center of life
Yet a strange force was keeping
Every mangled piece in its place
And as I stared into the rimless void
I realized that the dream I was
Pushing across a field of sunshine
Was the reality
Of my greatest glory
Then the voyage into the heart
Of creation began
But what a misfortune
I was left behind to sustain a rimfire
For the darkest alley of eternity
Unfortunately
Faustus grabbed it
For a fleeting magic
Of a breaking bay

A Casualty of Dreams

Clem — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 04:51:47 +0000

Long before we met, I already
Decided not to have anything to do
With your ethos;

You’re an entity belonging to the heights
Of heaven;
Beyond the dreams of mortals
Yet, despite those unreachable ranges
Our paths in ways coincidental
Cross too often
Only to confirm our strangeness
And disparity of lifetimes

For this my heart rises in
Revolt against the dwellers eternal;
Up there,
I am a total outcast

This I know I for I’ve been
There twice
With mutineers… though
Always the first one to die.

Dearest Jesus

Clem — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 04:49:54 +0000

If my time to carry the cross comes
Allow me to do it without the presence
Of any multitude
All the beatings… the spittings
The spears
The thorns
I’ll receive them secretly
In the dark

Please don’t let me see
A drop of tears from my woman’s eyes
Especially a mother
For she will surely feed
My vanity and pride
Then I’ll no longer be able
To sustain for the next station

When it’s time for my crucifixion
Let my body be chopped to the tiniest bits
So that they can be scattered across the universe
Without being identified
Otherwise they will hand me over to a pack
Of scavengers who will piece me back together
Then they will nail me on a million crosses
And place me between two wolves
Oh, that will be most horrible
I’m afraid I may not be able to say
One last word

But if it is so, LORD
THY WILL BE DONE
For I am just a dreg

P.S. I’m sorry, Jesus, I could not even
Carry the sawdust of your cross.