Tuesday, April 24, 2012

two wings align



beneath classified
surrenders -
two wings align

with syllables
dividing in and of all that un-fruitful - non beauty
supplying the dullest
blue-gray - my

leather
moves towards all of my lacking - and
letters are blackened
spilling fact  - in symbolic
display

i become the dream
and the liar
joined in vowels and god's holy choir
i am word
set to fire - two wings

align - give way -

there be those
who defend me - and those
who condemn me
but few that
befriend me - in black
from blue
gray - as all seems need
of reflection - caught in eternal hell's
and resurrections  - i pull
from collections of worlds
thrown away, of world

thrown
away

can? a fall be
remembered - a contraction
united - can? god's choir
hear voices - when syllables divide

there are few
who defend me-all that
condemn me, no one
as a friend - me as (wings) to
align

beneath  portal -  protocol is forgotten
prostrate, performed
my body is rotting  - my body has
rotten - and my writing
born -  cut with all
bleeding self defended - all self
gutting, self seeding of life
apprehended - with

contrasts divided. paused and denied -
un-united -
with friend
or god's angel  -  two

wings align

bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2012

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15 comments:

  1. i become the dream
    and the liar
    joined in vowels and god's holy choir
    i am word
    set to fire - two wings

    align - give way

    is my fav part and the very next verse as well...really wicked flow through there bk....oddly enought he return to the two wings aligning brings comfort to me...

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    1. Thank you Brian - it was intent to end with comfort...glad you found it there at the end...bkm

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  2. I have to say ditto to Brian... that part really jumped out at me, although the whole piece is amazing.

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    1. thank you Laurie - much appreciate your words .....bkm

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  3. Great thread of poetic thought and presentation. The beneath portal stanza read as my fav. But it is all top notch, as you always are. One of my favorite living poets.

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    1. Henry - you humble me and always look forward to your comments ...thank you for your words...bkm

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  4. This is truly beautiful as an expression of the pain on the other side of man's warring, non-nurturing nature. But one does not have to battle, one only has to align the (thunderbird) wings.

    I do believe the feeling is so strong now because things are changing.

    P.S. - I subscribe to your beautiful poems but I think it's way-past-time to put you on my blogroll!

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    1. thank you Bill I am happy to have met you here in blogland and appreciate so much your words...thanks also for addition to your listing..bkm

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  5. Very intense portrait if alienation with hints of the pressure of fate and Paradise Lost for us all--the internal rhyme is stellar.

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    1. thank you Joy - you are a Master storyteller and so appreciate your words...bkm

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  6. Your poems always take me longer to read because there is always so much to absorb, so much to understand, and not just the surface. Here you weave religious symbology and with a personal expressionism, exploring pain, and the potential for redemption.

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    1. Sam I appreciate your feedback more then I can say. I do believe in art- writing or otherwise we have to pull from our internal hell and heaven life is beauty and chaos eternally new. Thank you my friend... bkm.

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  7. This is the heart for me:

    can? a fall be
    remembered - a contraction
    united - can? god's choir
    hear voices - when syllables divide

    I agree with Henry Clemmons, you're one of my favorite living poets.

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    1. you are one of my favorite people...thank you..bkm

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  8. i like can god hear the choir when the syllables divide. it's what music is all about, taking the vowels and stretching them out, turning words into beats beyond their natural beat. cool line.

    radiation rampage

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