Hip Yip Skooray

Gongs, Cymbals

A gently resounding chaos
Enigmatic and contained in tense
Allowed yet unforsaken
Forgotten in the perfect sense
Of a sound both quiet and loud
A fire both white and cold
A surge now unabandoned
Future stilled, foretold.
Whisper with an echo
The blinding dark of sight
A flame with eyes eternal
Consumed but never sold
And never growing old.
With a spark across a smile
Yet commanding all the while.
Consuming fully in the whole
Yet no ash corrupts the gaze
No scar diverts the blaze
From sustaining its reprise.
Caressing with a bend and sway
Yet lashing and unleashed
Duty, punishment, warring peace,
I saw the voice of God today.

Jacob, Joseph Squared

Entrapped by gloom,
Else bewitched by rapture
Another mile escapes
To the clicking of my tires
The flipping of my shoes
Against the grating on my nerves.
Another mile disappears
In the race to reconcile
Echoes of faded glory
With the consistent urge to forget
Some fools cry repent
But I will not give up this chase
To remember to forget your face.
Why'd you have to throw yourself away?
All you did was throw me away.