Rhythm Of Wings

 
“Lust’s passion will be served; it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes.”Marquis de Sade
“I think my passion is misinterpreted as anger sometimes. And I don’t think people are ready for the message that I’m delivering, and delivering with a sense of violent love.” – Charlie Sheen
Alight with you my love I float among the cloudy waves

On the wind a fevered fear that prolongs my only days

Not to see or to swim amongst the damp and fallen dew

But to glide along your endless shore and stroke the plain of you

Winds they blow and change their course to challenge my fancied flight

Only a protest against strong wings in this long and primal night

Starry witnesses show the way to this floating passionate soul

Earthen desires abandoned forever to wrestle in this stranglehold

Change of Light – Following that which changes you

“If you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change.” – Wayne Dyer




Holding my hands close together, I formed a tenuous cup to hold the growing ball of light. Spreading its warmth through my body and then through the room, it grew whiter with power not of this world, nor of that, but from the synergy of conflict and need present in my heart and in the heart of the tree dwellers. My incantation wasn’t of an arcane sort, but a prayer to the assembly of clouds, gathering to see the trial of feelings. He trespassed against the royal ordinance of the reigning king, his passion and impudence seen in his actions, for his dancing and mourning vacillated all day and night through the weeks. The light now affected the countenance of all in the room, faces showing the betrayal of their minds against their self control, for in spite of themselves, a feeling of joy spread through the room like mist in the valleys of darkened forests. I released my spell with a loud clap, and with relief observed the judges and juries of my peers change with the passing seconds. My point was clear, we can all change when our environment changes. This example pressed all to note that feelings should never lead, when light, objective light, can change even the dampened sorrow and tepid happiness of our habitual thoughts. To yield control to that light which can change us, to capture control of feelings, this is where the transformation begins…

Guile’s Subtle Creature – Pain and Fear are my defenders

“Full of wiles, full of guile
at all times, in all ways, 
Are the children of Men”
Aristophanes

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Free me from guile’s subtle creature of passions hateful exile


The allies to my rescue will come quick as the dawn and just as sure

Wrest me from the chained facade of my minds deceitful succubus

Burdened with feigned troubles provoked like mist from the crashing waves

What guards me from the charms of a women not so innocent

Fear and Pain lead me away from this captor with the demise of dreams

Teach me my dear brothers with your wisdom gleaned from eagles sight

Deliver me from the lies and deceit that hate has born on its wings

Also published in Broowaha Citizen Magazine

Now On Wings – Sitting still

“I have discovered that all human evil comes from this, man’s being unable to sit still in a room.” – Blaise Pascal
 

overlord

Please tell me this is all

not a waste

I struggle to be content and just

let life be

How easy is it to lose yourself

along the way

Like rain falling, silently gathering,

it flows down hill

What will stop the wayward descent

into my oblivion?

I look out from my hidden world

beauty all around

Could it be that all that is required is

to just sit still

I see you running, madness chasing you

just like me

There is a rest from all your panicked flight

in His arms

These are no fanciful delusions

of a religious man

Only the musings of a man once flightless

now on wings

07252011

Now On Wings – Sitting still

“I have discovered that all human evil comes from this, man’s being unable to sit still in a room.” – Blaise Pascal
 

overlord

Please tell me this is all

not a waste

I struggle to be content and just

let life be

How easy is it to lose yourself

along the way

Like rain falling, silently gathering,

it flows down hill

What will stop the wayward descent

into my oblivion?

I look out from my hidden world

beauty all around

Could it be that all that is required is

to just sit still

I see you running, madness chasing you

just like me

There is a rest from all your panicked flight

in His arms

These are no fanciful delusions

of a religious man

Only the musings of a man once flightless

now on wings

07252011

The Stairway to Heaven is not for sale

“In the blink of an eye wealth disappears, for it will sprout wings and fly away like an eagle. ”- Proverbs
 


I believed that an abundance of possessions would make me happy. My entourage followed me around faithfully as long as the money and parties flowed. I took security in my future by how much I could stash. During these anxious moments, I felt pressured. Pursued by the need to get more, to be more, to gather and gather until my storehouse was overflowing. The more I gained, the more I obsessed over security to protect my belongings and hold on to my little corner of the world.  I started packing guns and rigging traps. Sorry man I was, now that I had all this: money, women, “friends”, pretty things and wild times, I felt burdened with the care of a shaking empire. The weight bore heavy on me, knowing that if I skipped a beat I’d lose it all. Responsibilities put their chains on me and whipped me into submission.


The pressure slowly drove me down. Finally, in an economic suicide, I began to let all these things fall through my fingers; every moment of letting go felt like razors drawn across my soul. Left with nothing, but a hurting body, tortured by abuse and late nights; I found myself there, broke, lonely, hurting, and questioning. My prayers turned from, “protect my stuff lord”, to “thank you for this beautiful day and health”. Slowly as I turned from my selfish pursuits and let my “stuff” go, I rebuilt my life. Things are returning again, however, I hold them loosely. I’m more than my belongings and my friends. This time I’m going to be successful, without the burden of having to be a success. Let go, look for those things which are above what you can see, you’ll then have riches without sorrow.


“The blessing of the Lord makes one rich and He adds no sorrow to it.” – Proverbs 

Also published in Life As A Human Magazine

video by Wes King taken from youtube: (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fS5843K79NQ)