From the Author(s)

Do you know my mind?
I defy you, speed-reader.
Read these words again.

Do you know my heart?
I defy you, speed-reader.
Read these lines again.

Or perhaps my soul?
I defy you, speed-reader.
Read my words again.

In Love In Lethe

As long as I must,
I will wait for the same thing
Dante so hoped to see.

Though it shall slay me
(my own virtue have I none)
I long for Eden.

So baptized, I shall
stand unashamed before those
Eyes that pierce my sin.

The Cross of Ephialtes

May you find your rest,
Ephialtes; may you live,
and live forever!

The true King of kings
has understood your passion,
carried your burden.

Therefore, throw down your
spear, your shield at His Throne, so
He may lift you up.

A Mourning Poem for James

The clock is broken.
See? The maker is weeping.
Time walks; unfeeling.

Can one escape sin?
Time itself is a sinner.
The dying earth groans.

Can there be "good days"?
Each day longs for redemption---
Minutes on their knees.

Jesus' Puberty

His little-boy voice
grows deep and strong. A Man's voice,
and more than a man.

His soft hands are filled
with strength enough to carry
out His Father's work.

His heart--a boy's heart--
blooms with a God's desire.
He seeks out His Bride.

A Faerie Cavalry

Eyes burning scarlet,
the night-mare runs tirelessly,
its black coat a void.

From afar, behold
the horn gleaming in the light---
the unicorn's strength.

The undried kelpie
returns to its ocean bed,
breathing out murder.

The Triple Atlas

Led forward by love,
the red Florentine breaks free,
out into star light.

Pious father king,
waging war for future’s sake:
His children, his shield.

So. Robed in valor,
The bold son of Ecgtheow
embraces the wyrd.

Vulgar

Not for the first time
Do I try to set in verse
Words describing her.

I weep in despair;
The best of my words fall short.
They’d diminish her.

The ink dries at last.
All words fail. In frustration,
I throw down the pen.

Paulo Maiora Canamus

To start, I shall sing
Of the goodness of wisdom
That ordains justice.

And second I’ll sing
The beauty of love itself,
And the day love died.

Then in conclusion
I’ll sing loudly of truth, and
The power Truth holds.