Lion Share of Candles

Dammed

I am thinking of a brick wall,
hiding dangerous imagery.
Walls upon walls.
High, low, immoderately
profuse,
bearing illusory murals,
scorched out graffiti
wicked symbols
unclean, unpurified.
Trauma reverberates
messes with circuitry
irreverent irreconcilable
discrepancies
in cellular reproduction,
glitches and stammers
in data processing.
A wall. I am building,
brick by painful brick
cemented with blood and pus,
tall, thick, obscuring
day and night
laughter and warm embrace
secret words of consolation
hidden in humor and homilies.
The walls stand
ready for bombardment
awaiting a destiny of chaotic rubble
when reverberation reaches
critical mass.

(c) July 25, 2008 Laurie Corzett/libramoon


There Is Only One Sin

Christ died to save us
for the sin of hubris.
But you can't be forgiven
while you persist
in claiming your own definitions
as Truth,
then using this madness
as righteous excuse
to quell self-expression
that you proclaim "sin,"
persecuting lifestyles not
condoned by your kin.
Because, truth is the All
Knowing and Giving
includes multitudes as
expressions of living.
Now, you've been enlightened
to the need for amends
to people outside of
yourself and your friends.
Yes, bend down on your knees
while you open your eyes,
humbled by larger truth,
loving and wise.

July 26, 2008 Laurie Corzett/libramoon


In Memory of Harriet Jones

Dear, sweet, Harriet Jones
I am so sad at your passing.
You did all you could with
your stiff upper lip
despite ghastly confrontations,
harassed unfriendly aliens;
you stood your ground.
Was there anyone more sound to
lead your nation?
You showed courage far beyond
your station.
I must applaud your
heroic resolve to do right
no matter the cost, to die,
be forever lost
while we carry on,
your honourable example gone,
but to the few who honour you
as a shining memory.
Harriet Jones, former Prime Minister
of the Doctor Who Universe Great Britain:
we know who you are.

July 2008 libramoon


Going Home

Not one thing or the other
Streams converge, swimming
multi-layered waters.
There is the rainbow
The rain
clouds and airwaves
converging into the sea.
I feel myself running, running.
I have no destination, so
I run until
breath fails me
heart pounding a symphony
speaking tongues and rhythms
overplayed through ages.
Truth evades; it teases.
Having no one left to please, I
walk slowly
step by mesmerizing step.
One day the clouds open
cleansing rain overwhelms
I see the rainbow,
arching over the world,
speaking my secret language.
I have found my way home.
Not one place or another.
Streaming convergence of
layers upon memories
breathing free.

(c) July 30, 2008 Laurie Corzett/libramoon


Arabian Nights

Baghdad, romantic metaphor
mysterious alleyways and minarets
sheiks and viziers
princes and thieves
Lovers
under Arabian moonlight.
Magic enchantment, myth and
fairytale
buried under years
under rubble
under misunderstandings and
revenge.
Tragedy, divine comedy,
humanity
unveiled.

(c) July 30, 2008 Laurie Corzett/libramoon


Hiroshima

Peace
Fight for peace
Give our sacred honor
arrows flying
piercing armor
piercing amor, pride in
full measure
Feeling wrath, revenge,
mortal fear, coiling
paranoia
bayonet strong
Toddlers at play,
unarmed, unwary
skeletally still
bared secrets slipping
from space and time
Scorching pinprick holes
in heaven's fabric
petrified souls thrust into
premature rebirth
Hellfire ripped from metaphor
rends scream-echoing
palpable texture,
daring phantoms,
death's brigade
Crying "Peace!"
-- unheeded command
because real glory
belongs to destruction

(c) August 6, 2008 Laurie Corzett/libramoon


Indie Vision

Chilly scene
Electrical
Unjamming retinal replay
Fleeing through green forest
Leaves
falling, obscuring
Fleet foot dashing not sinking
hyper-saturated dense
carpet leaves and loam
dead and living embraced
water and earth
sun and sky
entangled elements
create stories of
spiral strands,
chance meetings,
grasping for meaning
in old songs and dances
Bodies biologically merge
promises like prayers to wind
cut, rough surgery
moment from moment
A walk along a darkening road
pumpkin wise, scarecrow laughing
Faces shine in the darkness
grotesquely metamorphing
One silken face
encouraging change
grows arms, reaching
grows legs, entwining
grows voice, murmuring
love songs, lullabies,
twisty tunes tying
here to now through
freshly painted yesterdays
A cowering gypsy
cursed with fiery vision
dreams of fleeing through
green, falling forest,
sinking into wet, wet
earth, unbinding,
becoming the imagery,
escaping sight.

(c) August 7, 2008 Laurie Corzett/libramoon


Between Us

Too much unsaid between us
Too much blather, trying to be
clever, arrogant epithets,
migraine strong
"You," "No, you," are wrong!
Then wonder why we're lonely.
We might be sharing tales,
over drinks and laughter;
sharing our travails
with hugs and tears.
Sharing this world, these years,
could be salvation,
a joyous dance to the music
of our choir.
Bonds of truth between us
inspire warm regard.
On common ground,
safe harbor found,
releasing reticence.
There is so much
to say.

(c) August 8, 2008 Laurie Corzett/libramoon


Over the Rainbow

New edge, over the rainbow
running through iridescent swamp,
mystic desert, lush green
fantasies covered in silken
poppy-killing snow.
Who do you ever really know?
Sins and shadows
Erupting like boils, like
volcanoes dormant for years,
like
"Caught you! Thought I was blind?
Or a fool! Can't catch me twice, with
one eye sleeping. My fury knows
no writs nor injunctions.
Take your medicine, writhe in
agony; lose your integrity,
become a thing of poignant
beauty, limping off into bitter
days."
No defense. No glory.
I sneak through a crack in
the world.
Here in the center, we bake bread,
forge untold treasure, sing
holy dreams into the ears of
misbegotten slaves.
Sometimes a song on the radio,
slipping through the airwaves,
tells us something true.
Sometimes I look at you,
and see a wondrous child,
rainbows shining in
wide-open dreaming eyes.

(c) August 10, 2008 Laurie Corzett/libramoon


God's Warriors

Squeezing the breath
out of my heart
Squeezing the love
out of my mind
Squeezing the life
out of my soul
in your quest to conquer,
constrain, consecrate all
to your narrow creed.
There is no room in your congealed soul
for recognition of the cruel suffering
welcomed by your prayers,
the damage of your arrogant disrespect
upon Creation.
Having built the fires of Hell
to burn your perceived enemy,
letting evil loose upon
the Earth we were meant to share
in peace and prosperity,
proving only that the Word
you claim your guide
you ignorantly ill-define,
expecting salvation
through worshipping sin.

(c) August 11, 2008 Laurie Corzett/libramoon


Fate's Calling

Chilly summer mountain night
Fateful ring around my finger
Long years stuffed into a box
of memories and dust
The songs we're singing
brightly beneath the jukebox
under breathless stars,
dreaming moon
I loved a separate way
in awe of madness
loosed from limits,
expectations a failure's game
Sweet frozen cream excites
lips smiling ready
dancing kisses whirl
jasmine, lilac
You are haunting, carrying meaning
Eclipsing now
to transmit this vital message
in private code
Hope, exhilaration
the joy of me

(c) August 15, 2008 Laurie Corzett/libramoon


Neptunian Sun

Grey sparkling polyester
veiling sunlight to tiny rainbow
wavicles
projecting an eternal movieshow
Sometimes I know where
the plot goes, over rockcandy
mountains,
under champagne waterfalls
between idle fantasy and
speculation
Shadows dance,
flicker like candle flame
Points hot and cool,
dappling patterns
Enhanced, processed
we are art
Left to our own itinerant vices
we are madness
a safety valve
between worlds

(c) August 17, 2008 Laurie Corzett/libramoon



Marketplace

In the agora
we bargain
for trinkets,
lush silk,
poignant spices,
drama and mysteries
from afar
Veiled spirits scurry
spread toxic honeysuckle,
sweet death and resurrection
Stalls of forms proliferate
Zombie, Vampire, Were Creature,
Human, Deity
Vendors calling wares
voices blending enchantments
In the agora, lost forever
choose well
how you spend your days

(c) August 16, 2008 Laurie Corzett/libramoon



A Different Voice

"Mommy, don't make me!
Don't keep me and hate me.
Your poisoned womb
tears my soul.
Please let me go."

"Child, it will be alright.
I'll give you to strangers
who have prayed for your life."

"No, Mommy. Don't you see?
I am your destiny.
Please release me. Do what you must.
In this inner voice, put your trust.
Grieving, set my spirit free.
You know this is meant to be.
We know how much you care.
This is your cross to bear."


Nightsong

Night dreamer
Night weaver
Night seeker
of that hidden by day
Burning light persuades
I am the bearer of my name
broken under debt to
masters of the law and ledger
Broken under shame
Mask running to tears shining
my disgrace
Harsh daylight has ceased
to be my friend, my confidant
Lonely, searching for my
rightful end, I find
dreamers of the night,
weavers playful, out of sight
of those who would condemn
this place of magick,
their self-selected spite,
self-fulfilling need
to define what may be
can't touch the power of night

(c) August 22, 2008 Laurie Corzett/libramoon