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Riddle Of The Sphinx 

I wait and watch

Where stone meets silence 

And sand cares not for the names 

Of kings and wisemen 

I hath no crown of gold 

Nor wreath of laurel 

Only the eyes of age 

Looking past flesh 

Call me a beast 

Call me a curse 

Denounce me a scourge 

You can do no worse 

Call me whatever you wish 

It bothers me not 

I am the watcher 

And the waiter

I despise not my lot 

Many have come 

And many have failed 

I have been asked what pleasure 

I take in the devouring 

None I say 

No mirth no hunger no glee 

Only gatekeeping 

Is it no different than thee 

He who toils in the field 

Do you take pleasure in it 

The early mornings 

And long nights 

Of suffering? 

Nay it the way 

And the way is in me 

None can know better 

What of ye wisemen 

Clothed in scarlet and hubris 

Presumed to know my riddles 

And defeat my gate 

When they know not even themselves 

And who can know the world 

He who does not know his heart? 

I, The Phoenix 

I burned 

More than once-

To a pile of ash 

Fire does not make 

It does not build 

It only takes

But it could not take me 

Not forever 

I am the Phoenix 

From ash I came 

And to ash return 

I light a match 

I scream 

I go 

From one light to another 

I take form from nothing 

Embers become my eyes 

And coal my heart 

Beating once again 

I may burn 

And I may die 

But here I am 

I always make it out alive

I am the Phoenix-

I always arise 

The Wind Blew Down The Pear 

The wind blew down the pear tree 

When it was heavy in bloom 

With red leaves 

In the sunny noon 

It fell into the clover patch

What a pitiable crash 

No flash no boom 

No resounding shake 

No final stand nor last hurrah 

For the tree of Jericho 

Only a slow faint 

Into the dust of death 

The hyacinths wept 

Over the corpse of the pear 

And the jonquil bowed into the grass 

As if to hide 

The robin in song trailed off 

To the coldness of silence 

The dandelions said nothing 

And mourned nothing

As they stood all around 

For who ever had cried 

When one of their number had died 

Garden Of Glass 

There is a garden of glass 

That we have planted 

And cultivate 

The glass shards falls 

They crunch under barefeet 

We walk hand in uncaring hand 

To angry to hold close

To scared to let go

Weeping and burning 

As our soles are cut 

The see through roses 

Prick my skin 

Blooms of glass 

And spines of silence 

Once I touched just to feel 

The neighbors watch 

They know 

But they have no stones 

In walled glass gardens 

Of their own 

The Sun Rose Twice 

The sun rose today 

Once in the east 

And again in the west 

The sun came with thunder 

Thunder that burned 

And shook the earth 

The sand burnt and boiled 

To ash and glass 

After the sun rose 

It fell 

And left nothing 

In its terrible wake 

Estraveld

Behold me and feel my despair 

For I am Estraveld 

Cursed to be forgotten 

While my works yet stand 

And are still seen 

Betrayed and abandoned have I been 

For chapels and banality

My children beloved have traded 

Flowers and forests

For the man hung upon a tree 

My tears have ever flowed

And brought great floods and rains

Yet still their backs are turned 

My stars glitter and dance overhead 

But they run from them in fear 

Gone away has the flock 

From the fold of the Star Mother 

The creator and holder 

To trade their original love 

For shame and enmity 

Now for myself shall I trade 

My kind face for sunken bone 

And my crown of evergreen flowers 

For a circlet of black iron 

And writhing webs of silk

The water of life in my palm 

Has died to the fire 

And my greens to brown 

My laughter shall now be as wind 

Swirling and descending from the clouds 

No more shepherd hook for me 

Or well-worn smith aprons 

And gardener's glove and trowel

I espouse no longer the green 

Give me decay and dead things 

Friend Estraveld is dead 

To her abandonment and grief 

Now reborn in pestilence 

Stands your queen Ostraveld 

With eyes lit by the fires of the deep 

Now may the nights of peace 

Fall to terror and darkness 

And love crumble to ash 

May they hide in their chapels consecrated

Upon the ground I still possess