Thunderstorm

[peter danielsen]

The angel of darkness takes you by the hand and
leads you through gates of destiny
closing in the rear of time with a bang
The shadowy creatures of the night mutate more rapidly than
the pathetic defence of your trembling heart
can manage to react

The prince of this world releases thunderclouds
dancing with omnipotence in the horizon
until sacred shots from the manic machine gun of your mind
let some of the air out of them and
you kneel in disgust
exhausted like grass
under a copper beech
in a garden of a vicarage

Under a shawl of despair you stagger around
at the cemetery hunted by the shadows of the tower
sucking the mind closer to the mess of death
miserable fragments of soul
sitting in the Ferris-Wheel praising the maker
in the second before the illusion looses its radiance
and the heart bursts out into a howl of sorrow
as the wheel once again with a rusty shriek
moves towards the ground and the pigeon hole
and the flickering lights

And the moon shines on the mud under your feet
and the mud sighs sweetly and
transforms like in a dream to a fertile garden
where your woman with tenderness bend over your encouraged fruit
but just as she
in the blessed moment
gives you to eat
the fruit transforms to a disgusting frog
and you look into a well and see a red distorted face
with a bird in the jaw and a spider in the hair

And you are led like a sheep without blemish
by the dark angel to the plain under the stars

From his arms the blazing wheels of the psyche is slung
like vira in a centrifuge
while the laughter burns in the thousand eyes of reflection:

You no lord is fond of
every prayer he forgets
kneel in fear of thunder
sense the angel of judgement day

[lazariuk]

the moon shines on the mud under your feet

I also hear
I have been delivered
Thanks

[mat james]

I hear too Peter and your use of language is poetic and entertaining comedy.
But as for your penchant for didactic revelations? (that is, if you take them seriously )
You need to see a shrink.
You have absorbed too much of that moonlit mud.
(ie; more dimly lit dirt than water and sunshine)

Matbbg-Mephistopheles-J

[lazariuk]

And you are lead like a sheep without blemish

Did you mean to say lead? or would iron be OK?

[lazariuk]

I hear too Peter

mat did you know what i was referring to? Peter mentioned once that he heard "I have been delivered" in the song "By the rivers dark" I appreciated that he was so observant of leonard's songs.

[mat james]

it is not about you, Jack

[lazariuk]

it is not about you, Jack

I wrote "I also hear" and then you wrote "I hear too" and i went and thought that what you wrote had something to do with what i wrote.

Jack

[mat james]

"...clever men and grocers; they weigh everything." Zorba.

[lazariuk]

"...clever men and grocers; they weigh everything." Zorba.

and whoever does the writing on the wall

[Manna]

Sorry, but I stopped reading at "gates of destiny." You mention humour. Maybe I should try again with humour in mind.

[peter danielsen]

Sorry, but I stopped reading at "gates of destiny."

But how did you like it that far

Peter