Keys: Poetry, Philosophy and Muses
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Keys - A. Palladino
Copyright © 2011 by A. Palladino.
Library of Congress Control Number: 2011912979
ISBN: Hardcover 978-1-4653-4114-3
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Contents
Intro
4:12
On A Stone
The Ones Yearning To Be Numb
Who Are We?
Green
The Clarity
Never More
Nirvana
Blue Sunday
Brother In The Dark
Entwined
Loved Seas
All The Power
Blood River
Midnight’s Demon
Murder
Nanny
Whiskey Park
Survivors
He’s Dead
Chiopi
Messiah Bob
Spiral
Virgin Black
Cemetery Quinn
Death In Motion
Yea Deep And A Noose
My Green Bowl
The Divine Gift
Discharged Deity
Eight Passings Of Prudence
To Know And To Feel
Deus
No Love
Strength
Crying Eyes
Snapped
Abstinence
Boy Warriors
Everdeep
Gyre
There Is No Heaven And Hell In Your Mind
Hark Unto Thine Own Full Moon
Nether
Good-Bye
INTRO
A tale of victory
And power and glory.
That would make
For an interesting story.
But on these pages
So fair and so clean.
On these pages
Will only be seen
The parts of the mind
So fertile so green.
So at this meadow
Which thrives in my mind.
There are trees and canyons
Yearning to be climbed.
Trees that lead us
So high in the sky
To there see the meadow
So green and so wide.
And here on these pages
So fair and so clean.
Here on these pages
You’re welcomed to my dream.
4:12
A jet silently etched
a cotton line in a vacant sky.
The forest rang
with childish laughter.
And around the fire
reminiscent hearts were aglow.
The sky hugged the forest.
The forest embraced the trees.
We were safe.
A robin,
drunk on holly berries,
staggers through the dry
late June air.
Mr. Fantasy danced in the forest.
We went on about science,
music, and people.
She wished for peace.
Don’t we all?
Like puzzle pieces,
we assembled a beautiful portrait.
We thanked,
but still the flames
lapped the first taste.
Traffic was on the radio.
My two-year-old son asked,
Where do the planes go?
ON A STONE
So I sat on the stone
sharp crag afloat,
an island in the sea.
Questioning the direction
the course that been sought.
And the sun’s assault on the horizon
slowed
bloodred and bleeding
its malevolent infestation
across the churning sea of quandary,
to my feet blistered by trod.
The seas quiver in the wake
of solemn distress and upheaval
sank my chest.
Then my eyes with ravenous duress
did flee the vicious display of yon
to the great white ships
in the skies above
blown by frigid, cursing winds
sailing east in nautical skies
fleeing too ancient monsters
from the deepening darkness
whose plenum devours even that
of our brightest star.
And surely that of ivory cloud.
The execution of night fell
with the same damp rumble
as the earth’s winter tremors.
Now the night, thick with cloak
sealed my sight and depth.
There then came a calmness like no other.
Sea, sky, and me.
Like that of void but void it was not.
For gazing at me from high above
the gods in the heavens, cursing,
looking down on my tortured soul with spite
for I question and I doubt
the life I was given
and the very gods that claim it
and thus scorn me.
I’d like to feel alive,
said I.
"To know the hows and whys
of creation and of time."
Respond they did not
but of gibberish, and the vagueness
of truth in faith
the pacifying concoctions of insecurity.
Only more discerning my already
questioning soul.
But spite me they did
from their thrones of simplicity.
"So send me your torment
your forces engorged in ghastly revenge
and fell me if you must
from my island, my stone.
But my convictions will wave not
to your faltering restraint."
But the skies did not open with clamor
and fury.
The sea did not rage
and my stone did not tremble.
The voices scorned no more
retreating the wane.
Retreating the hand bloodied by ferocity.
Still was all.
Stone, sea, sky and me.
As do all fears
timeless and unforgiving
linger in the depths
of clandestine reality,
holding at bay
our credence with duress.
THE ONES YEARNING TO
BE NUMB
Why rest here,
the pain of the world,
on my bloodied heart?
We’re not your catalyst
your demiurge.
Your fancier.
But man.
Infants with an emotional nerve
exposed.
Receivers
of the ill contents
that abound.
The blue waters
that flow underground
have our envy
and we long to be
as distant and cold . . .
As numb.
But we writhe in our
agonizing existence
while day to day
burdens build
and self is lost.
So we cuddle up close
to the homefires that burn
the tissues