2009
09.23
Atop manufactured podiums
Of Decadence; Descending
Refracting the ever present
Evils that live in
Everyone into one
Hot point
On Anthills.
On appendages
Proclaimed,
By the conscious mind, diseased,
During the coup from nervous
Tyranny.
Review, then.
Inspect the lens
Check for cracks
Be ready to tilt,
to angle, to lift.
But
The fire they seek comes not from the sun
Distrust in the meek and melted lead for their guns
Show frighten many, inspiring some
Though hasty and cruelly enlightening none.
Though hasty and cruelly enlightening none.
2009
09.21
Open the gates that the righteous nation may enter, the nation that keeps faith.
Isaiah 26:2
The sun was rising slowly, unstoppable like our advances over the slopes and dust. It brought light over the horizon in a broad, sweeping gesture just as our Crusade was to cleanse the land. With swords shimmering and reflecting God’s will, we descended upon the Holy Land. Our feet kicked up sand for miles in every direction, and had begun to block out the sun on our approach.
The horses were saddled down with years worth of weapons, water, and supplies for our trek through the desert. We walked them for hundreds of miles, allowing them rest and water only at the end of the day when the army would settle for respite. We rained arrows and spilled blood across the desert for decades, and knew one day that the land would be cleansed.
God was on our side.
The tank tracks led backwards further than the eye could see, splitting their way across the sand on an inevitable path deeper into the Holy Land, leaving the fires of the righteous in their wake. Bullet casings buried the heathens, and the dust became bloody mud. Fires dotted the landscape, left to smolder as we continued onward.
Vapor trails from aircraft criss-crossed over the cloudless sky, raining purifying flames. Remote-controlled drones patrolled without rest over the landscape, seeking out targets on 24 by 7 shifts worked by God’s Chosen 7000 miles away. Quick clean up squads dropped in on flaming city blocks to purge anything left behind, and still we pushed deeper.
God was on our side.
The sun was rising slowly, unstoppable like the Word of God. With assault weapons shimmering and reflecting God’s will, we descended upon the Holy Land again.
2009
09.21
Continuity keeps creeping up on me
Under the guise of clarity.
Without any regard to sincerity
Life nearly confronts me with solidarity.
Comparably it’s easier than fidelity
or the burdens of one’s indemnity.
2009
09.18
Help me explain the mystery of
The way
The cryptic moment made
In your crystal movement marvelous
The sway
Of your hips like
The currents of a heat wave
In the heat of day
Help me explain the position of
The stars
They were once in the sky
But your eyes have made them
Just ours
Stolen silent from the night
In the quiet hours
Like the thief of hearts
Help explain existence to me
This persistency
Please explain why instantly
My heart beats in cadence with
And is
Consistently
In time with your symphony
Please explain to me the distance of
Our minds
Two different wavelengths two
Different cosines
We were once perpendicular
But now we’re
Isocline
Together
Touching
Each
Other
Spine
To
Spine. . .
© Stuart Mizrahi, 2009
2009
09.17
like the recitations of a play
no one remembers the meaning of
a piece of history
that we just take for granted and accept
at one point this meant something
to someone, to anyone
and maybe the dreamer remembers
is just glad that someone wrote it down
we didn’t let time wash away your work
that you let wash away your life