My Casket

The casket was filled with rust

old from centuries accumulated

silver, gold, diamonds, copper, iron



The riches of men, giants, elves

long dead, past prime, legends dust

and caskets, made for death



Golden leaves piled upon you now

as summer dies, and autumn

encroaches in, silent and death



Dreams long past forgotten

covered in mist, in frayed ribbon

cracked broken swords on shields



Test me, offer me life's question

search my spirit, my soul mind

Absolution be my bed, my grave.



rpleith

October 2014

Update for June 18, 2015

Poems From The Deep- A Native Man's Journey Through Heaven and Hell, is now a published work and it's available on Amazon.com and Kindle.
I am sure you will enjoy it, Thank you for all of your support.

An Empty Sun

An Empty Sun

This morning I slid the narrow edge of a razor across

my wrists...

my blood was warm, moving with deliberate caution

across my arms and onto the bed

it was so dark... dark and red.

I was amazed at how it flowed

like a flower growing its petals,

after the spring rains

This morning the sun came up

like a villain in the movies

running over the crest of a hill

bathing my world in speed and a sudden

rush of air, pushing the clouds to the east,

a white comforter being thrown back.

My head is draining, sleep is easy, it's all ephemeral now.

I can feel the cold breath of the dead pulling at

my Judas spirit.

Meditation is out, prayer is dead,

family is lost, nations crumble at my feet,

DNA is polluted, bones are infected.

God is on Sabbatical.

Only my blood, my empty veins

and the sun remain.

Rpleith

4/20/2015

Ancient Knowledge ( full video HD )

I Keenly Remember

I keenly remember
they sat at a corner table
by a window
with the sun and the moon
shining in...
they were dressed in ocher and amber
speaking the occult
and living in the hidden
the mysterious...
Caution blew in with the wind
and joined in their babble
Time exploded in anger
and left the room
frothing at the mouth
and spitting venom
all the while
the spider waits

rpleith
October, 2008

The "P" word

The Ugly Polygamist

The ugly polygamist cried out
in horrid screams
from the sacrificial pyre
he begged for forgiveness, redemption
and absolution.

I have lived an unfinished life
he cried tears of fear and
spewed a mouthful of mucus
reaching out for the comfort of hands 
no longer there

Oh were I only to embrace the tongue
of my God, Michael, and Mary
Only had I known the misery I would inculcate
in a water-filled ditch he flayed and floundered

I have become the sewers into which 
I have thrown the innocence of others
I have become the abomination 
against whom I proselytized  

The church eyed him with scorn
the congregation spat on his hem
the bedeviled took joy in his condition 
only the Lord would redeem him

The innocent washed their hands of him
the future of damnation and retribution
welcomed his footsteps with mocking anticipation
Satan set his dinner table by the clock of his black soul

 

rpleith
12/05/2014

I Am Buddha

i was Buddha before Buddha

was Buddha

i was Carnal before Buddha

was Carnal

i was Heaven before Buddha

was Heaven

i was Druid before Buddha 

was Druid

   when Buddha cried

   i was his tears

   when Buddha saw

   i was his sight

i was the Wastrel before Buddha

was the Wastrel

i was the Air before Buddha

was the Air

i was the Flame before Buddha

was the Flame

i was the Stars before Buddha

was the Stars

   when Buddha smiled

   i was the Thought

   when Buddha died

   i was the Death

and always I was before Buddha

was...I was

and I am before Buddha

is...I am.

rpleith
7/25/2013