Cry out for want

Cry out for want of light, O child

For upon this hearing he will come

Drawing you into his embrace like tender petals, closing

Cry out for want of love, O man

Knowing it shall find you

In bewildered oblivion he is there

In utter placefulness he is near

Cry out for want of breath, O maid

For the warm and holy wind will fill your lungs

Inflating song-womb, puffs and heaves

To carry every desperate hope

To usher every desperate plea unto his faithful ear

Cry out for want of tears, O earth

That salt may quench your parche'd mouth

Whimsy fills the eyes of him who always was, the craftsman

He dreams you up as you, continually born, arise

Awaken every desperate love

Arrest from sleep all old affection

Cry out for want of nothing, O soul

Yet ears full of stars and liquid song clear out

To heed your cry, and live and die

He sinks his fingers into you, and scoops out all the pain

For you are home and not alone in desperate hope

In desperate plea for light and love and breath and tears and nothing

Every cry made silent, sleeps in his arms forever

(4/16)

Green flutes

The jagged edges

Jutting outward, reaching up

Praising yellow sky

Winds tickle branches

Makes green flutes from every leaf

Sing sad melodies

Crunch! Apple's crisp flesh

The sweetest blood dripping down

Waters thirsty ground

Bumblebees dancing

Lost in loving, violet blooms

Nectar fills the cup

Wave's foamy fingers

Grip the coral throat, lifting

From the seaweed depths

Dewdrop crystal orb
Slides down wayward blade of grass
Brook giggles, rippling

(3/28)

Stolen walls and ceilings

As teeth sharpen Earth’s crystal dome

Tears leak from orange pots of clay

I crumple under sighs for shattered home

Shackled to my heritage, I roam

Underbrush and thorny roots shall play

As teeth sharpen Earth’s crystal dome

Nighttime wonders swallowed in green foam

Forgotten warriors drown in friendless fray

I crumple under sighs for shattered home

Furrowed, shadowed foreheads groan

Ankles pierced by snares roll stones away

As teeth sharpen Earth’s crystal dome

Black eyes relinquish rivers, chrome

The backs of sun-dark lost ones sway

I crumple under sighs for shattered home

Weep and scream with the forest, alone

No home in love or sight or day

As teeth sharpen Earth’s crystal dome

I crumple under sighs for shattered home

(3/25)

You, I Name

The lady clad in white and holy cloth

Descending forth from her bright home aloft

Where she treads all new life begins

Her purity erases sins

But what now is seen was not true before

The shining lady boundless burdens bore

From shore to shore of vast expanse

She wandered, trapped within a dance

A way of fears and chaos full

She spun and tumbled, ever ill

The wickedness of other men

Ever imprisoned her within

She, the sacrifice, the scapegoat for all

From within eternity heard a call

“Come to me, for I know your name!”

To her side a rescuer came

“To your heart I will speak e’er true and free.

I, the Name-giver, will your savior be”

He endowed her with a banner, her crown

And in his love her purity is found

El Amante

El Amante, del cielo, grita,

“¡Yo soy El Único, soy lo todo!

Cuando miraste en tu espejo

Me viste en tu reflejo, Mija”

Su amor fuerte llena las vidas

De todos los ríos, ahogados

El perfume de su piel rasgado

Conquista almas de estrellitas

Desde la eternidad muéstranos

Cada piedra del viento bailando

Veneno azul huye sus ojos

La perdita sus brazos buscando

Encuentra; vida en aguas rojos

Que cubren montañas, abarcando 

"The Lover" (English Translation)

The lover cries from within the heavens

“I am the only one, I am all!

When you looked into your mirror

You saw me in your reflection, my child”

His strong love fills the lives

Of all the rivers, drowned

The perfume of his ripped flesh

Conquering souls of little stars

Within eternity he shows us

Every stone of the wind dancing

Blue venom flees his eyes/sight

The lost woman for his arms searching

Encounter; life in red waters

That covers mountains, encompassing

Reflections

Turning away from un-faceable, angry mirror

Hunted, hated reflection in tainted mirror

Someone else is loving him, touching him, I blame

Them all – “the glass points in my direction,” O sainted mirror

From enchanted wall you cry “Fairest of them all!”

She is in far-away land and I have a painted mirror

Imprisoned soul within, O Narcissus, you weep

For love of the man you see in rain-filled mirror

Cold, unfeeling and naked liquid sings

“Truth shall set you free” only in haunted mirror

Yahweh, with murderous beauty, veils and covers

His kleos[1], lethal, from sight of mortal, faded mirror

The ancient tree hungrily imbibes his crimson Holy Water

And dewdrops slip sensuously towards green, veinèd mirror

I see myself only in hues of purple, it is cold

To hold hands with death and gaze into fainted mirror

Marble and clay and silver and pearl

Topaz slices the finger of earth in beautied mirror

And I, Liria, tell you to be only seen and known

For oblivion waits patiently in this prison of tainted mirror

[1] “κλέος” is the Greek word for “glory;” the connotation is, “what people have said about you.”

Oda a la Luciernaga

En las noches de veranos muertos

Cuando el viento fue agujetado con miel

Estabas conmigo, trayendo luz verde y dorada

Tus promesas se colgaban en los árboles embarazados

Que silbes de nuevo, la canción estremeciendo

En los bosques oscuros de los reinos antiguos

Nadie te notó hasta que desapareciste

Amigo de los niños y abuelos

El calor huyó antes de la luna

Y te encontraste entre mis manos ardientes

La prisión de cristal te hizo una lámpara

Gracias por volar en las olas de mis sueños

Desde paredes de papel y oja

Llevas nuestra esperanza en tu pecho duro

Te mendigo, tráiganos hueles de tierra e hierba

Nunca nos dejes de nuevo

Oblivion of Dying

Twink’ling with the eyes of stars

It beckoned me, “Peer within!”

The golden light danced on walls

Of dark, wooden panels thin

Crimson poppy on his breast

Hunched and ragged, languishing

Tears soon came in gravity

He gripped his papers, trembling

Dexterously, he plucked petals

Of the bloody poppies free

Inhaling the earthly core

He begged for rest, “Come to me.”

His words were lost in liquid

Misery, his face lines spun

Volumes of tactile anguish

His drowning eyes met mine, stunned

The crystal glass his prison

Impenetrable rampart

Unraveled threads between us

Leaving him with shattered heart

Breezy fingers mussed his hair

And to the floor his papers fell

With a weighty final flutter

And his tears drew him towards hell

Aching alone in agony

Oblivion of dying

Stars, that watched the corpses dance

Of crumpled poppies flying

Crackling hardness encircled

The window’s edge and creeping

Fractals, icy, forming frost

I watched: lost him to weeping

Death’s grip found his marble throat

Window to ice surrendered

The bloody fingers, poppies

His riven eyelids conquered