Thy Kingdom Come
We walk in partial forms
offering acceptabilities
skimming surfaces like addicts
afraid to submerge.
I watch the smiles given
and held away
by averted eyes
too frightened to notice
possibilities...
and I pray...
...Thy Kingdom Come
...Thy Will Be Done
because we have gone
from our own sight
and if You still see us
I am ashamed.
I have joined the blind
in fear
of myself
in fear of
not being acceptable
and now I fear
of not being seen.
We walk in partial forms
and only meet our whole
in dreams
where it's safe to say
I don't understand...
I am confused...
I am afraid...
so I pray...
...Thy Kingdom Come
...this dream be done
and the arms of love
can hold me
in every stranger's embrace.
Copyright 1998, Lisa Nerone
Relativity
I'm drained from something lately
too intense
that sucks at my energy
until I drop
then bounce rocketing
Ping-Pong style
off rackets of my own choosing
though blatant they are not.
Nervous energy is bottled gas-
invisable conbustable fuel
I've lived on for years.
Nervous fingers, feet,
tapping out ephemeral signals from
medulla oblongata
able on, gotta -
amblin' on along.
Please find me where
I lost myself:
speechless mute
muttering guttural pre-languages
back into the first cave.
Whining, yowling, watching it
recede.
Oh yes... Let there be light...
Swing with velocity
inner outer underling.
And God said...
... suffer the children to come unto Me...
And from the firmament
He split the seas
... and multiply...
multi-ply
moldy pie.
Many layers to know Me by.
... In the blink of an eye...
Ahhh, rapture.
Anyway, did I mention
being lost?-
Tap-tap-tapping along,
blinking with wild abandon
Watching, whining all the while
whiling away time.
It's all relative
N R G = E=mc2.
Balancing is the trick when
hurtling along neuro-transmissions
until you reach the speed
of light
and find
time has actually stopped
long, long ago.
Copyright 1997 Lisa Nerone
If I promise
my mind
will the ramble
cease to blind and deafen me
with the causes of this life?
If I promise
my body
will You cleanse the lust
that binds me?
And if I promise
I'll be Yours
will You send Your Spirit
to hold me
for life?
I'll do it all
if You'll promise me
just
one moment
of peace.
Copyright 1997 Lisa Nerone
Prayers wrap my mind
a blanket of faith
nourishing and free:
virtual particles
I believe and
feed upon
and feed upon me
without resistance.
Bitterness gnashed
digesting me in segments:
cloned
I AM.
We,
both of me
evolve alone
and fight
for oneness.
I pray.
Copyright 1997 Lisa Nerone
Heaven
Days of endless light,
the night that later came
when we were silenced
to engage the heavens
inside
and weigh
the flesh against the soul.
Consider the splitting pull,
dancing on the edge of worlds,
ethereal, bounding through
all earthly agglomerations.
How enchanted, He with us,
to believe in us repeatedly,
to make a test that I've failed
and failed repeatedly.
I'm not alone, certainly,
but solace doesn't come
now that I have stiffened,
now that I can hear
a steady growing quaver
to begin the dance again
upon the edge of worlds.
Copyright 1997 Lisa Nerone
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