Cary Briel

She was caught,
It appears red handed, 
And into the deep
Her soul had landed;
There was no excuse- none was loosed,
Her accusers stood firm,
Her future seemed stranded;

This is law
After all,
Transgress and you fall,
No need to plead
For Him to spare,
The book knew the deed,
The fate of each hair,
And as it was
There was no need to care;

Not only this,
The dust writer was trapped, (more…)

I was lovingly tricked,
And made to believe,
Told to conceive
Of happiness,
Taken in by your sappiness;

The grand stories you told,
Of us growing old,
And us being one,
You playing the Sun,
Me the Moon- and stars forming soon;

For just a moment,
A microsecond it seemed,
We embraced, 
Our hearts having raced,
Our fears chased;

But just a moment it was,
‘Til the wind came- no pause,
It tore from the north,
Issuing forth,
For what seemed like no cause;

Dislodging our arms,
Raising alarms,
Fingers not holding,
The whirlwind infolding,
Mooting your charms;

And for what cause? 
Can it be
In time I will see
You again- to hold you in my arms,
Resurrecting your charms?

Call me Pepper,
That’s how she put it;
Then she pointed 
At the chair,
The chair was there;
She told me, 
“Just sit and stare
At me.” At what…
At what you could have had,
Mr. slut;

Or does he lie,
My brother? Will you dare say that?
Will you put at risk (more…)

It’s 80 degrees out,
It’s so darnded hot,
I’m sweatin’ like an animal,
I’m tired as snot;

The fight’s on already
The A/C should fire;
Chris thinks she’s a caveman,
Wants to live in the Shire;

It’s 72 inside,
Up from 70 before,
It’s heading for 80,
I guess it’ll be war!

Left and right,
Both had spoken,
With preconceived notion,
Each broken,

As was he;
One- with paradise to see,
Less so, the other,
Though he be brother;

Right thrust left,
Up shoots down,
Vice versa –
Canine crown;

Go learn mercy
Must he say,
Come back when you’ve learned
In the heat of the day,

For the sick, the lame,
the maimed do call;
The stars won’t notice,
And then they’ll fall.

Of late, it seems like fast-forward,
That’s how it seems, like flies,
It flies like flies,
There are increasing sighs;

Like a creep, it creeps,
Ever so slowly,
Even more surely, it seeps;
Often comes when I sleep;

Other times, a year’s like a day,
Crafty little bugger,
He’ll have his say,
Ask why, he’s a shrugger!

But, even so, I recall days of slow,
To sixteen, to eighteen,
Seemed like forever,
With childhood to sever;

I truly can’t remember
Though I really try,
I know we disagreed that day,
Just can’t remember why;

Your face and look- that’s different,
I do remember that,
Me storming off so awfully mad,
Such major brat;

But even if I could recall,
It’d be so petty now;
I’d like to ask you for your take
If grave would just allow.

The hidden place–eternal form,
Many rooms in lifted space,
High above in house or dorm,
Ne’er the footstep of the base;

A place where angels come and go,
Ever present, passing by,
Coming as they often do,
Then in going say goodbye;

And man He made with hands below,
His mirror reflects His deadly light,
Thus we look and we can stand
His image in its partial height.

Monkey bars and blood red hands,
With Dad do I remember;
Hanging on from bar to bar,
Rare fun for late September;

And thus it was, the numbing cold,
My steeple in plain sight,
The selfsame spire did I behold
From bedside every night;

On that clean street, in my minds eye,
My folded bag of tricks;
Chemicals in powder form,
My cohorts to transfix;

Dad noticed blood before I did;
A mischief I forgot?
Or did those monkey bars assault?
To me it mattered not!

His name was Wormwood,
Or so they said,
With rough hewn scales
To line his head,
And death-fright look
From streaking far,
And falling fast,
The death-cursed star;

But he seemed to be,
As far as I could tell,
Normal,
So far from hell;
Seemed like a brother,
Or familiar aunt,
But with thick scales,
The proof was scant;

And as he walked
There followed cloud,
Except at night
His fiery shroud;
And his real name,
Or so he said,
Is not Wormwood,
Different instead.

Spring will bid new bud to come,
Reward of winter’s long travail,
From stone awakes my heart to drum,
To bid farewell to ice and hail;

Your face I vaguely will recall
‘Til sleep does God clear from my eyes,
To find us both in ancient hall
Recalling tears and long goodbyes (more…)

I remember
The day we met,
You in your white dress
Me full of sweat;
I came walkin’ over
To say hello,
But you’d say goodbye to me,
Tellin’ me to go;

It was obvious you were faking
And taken in
By my massive physique,
A body made for sin,
Not to mention
My rapist wit,
To make you laugh so hard
And throw a fit;

I was amazed by
Your firm resolve;
“Don’t tell me what to do,” you’d say,
Try and evolve
From that neanderthal
All full of sweat;
Dry yourself off
And don’t forget!

I’m feigning- then I notice you
In orange t-shirt you choose to love,
Your blue sweatpants with words and stains
Of paint!.. the ones you’re so proud of;

You in your garden disappear,
For digging, turning, weeding, throwing,
Planting seeds another year,
Getting ready for “look it’s growing!”

“Look, it’s Misty!” through cracked, wood fence,
Grayed boards shrunk, her stroke of luck,
To you- no fence would better suit,
Had poor Bailey not been struck;

For Mist and me you dig by hand,
Roto-tiller sacrilege,
The neighbors’ edges may be straighter,
Bunnies happy for new fridge;

And as you dig, turn, weed and throw,
I think of bleak return to feign,
But find myself a moment longer
Staring out of window pane.

Know not I climbed
Our large tree
That looms so high?
And noticed I
In looking down
Past storied gown
Of haunt-strewn time,

Seeing you,
Your imaged form,
How far, how far below? it’s hard to know,
Your soul aglow;
What pained sorrow, what mortal gloom,
Do eyes betray
A tomb?

Or so it seemed,
Your tears that gleamed;
I cannot know,
Height will not show;
Must I descend
To dawn again
Ere time stood still?

His silenced will.

I will be your friend,
Ne’er hang you out dry,
Reminding you of hope,
Of rainclouds in the sky;

I’ll gather you in close,
Under reassuring wings,
I’ll tell you it’s okay,
Remind you that He sings;

In fair weather or bad,
From treetops you will hear,
Your name will He exclaim,
Making you feel dear;

And to me you are so,
Just as much to me,
I look to you and hope,
Per chance that you will see.

Look at the the pelicans, Manny,
Look at them fly,
Come on pelicans,
Up in the sky!

Hasta la vista, baby,
I’ll be back,
All work and no play
Types dull boy Jack;

Or have a shot of John,
His smirking revenge?
Hail Tyler Durden
And Rambo’s ends!

And though admittedly artless
As Spike TV,
I can hardly deny
The “guy” inside of me.

If I could choose a mood
Before I speak a word,
Love would I always choose
If I were robotic nerd;

But some days
It doesn’t come out that way,
No matter –
Cannot change the day;

And I’m glad,
Whether due to coffee wire,
Or if I simply tire,
I’m being me, and not a liar.

You, reflecting old Light
On heavenly stage,
Softening night
And tempering rage;

Twinkle it seems
Six, image man,
Fulfilling His dreams
According to plan;

As divider or gate,
Or perhaps both?
Nameless your Mate,
Oblivious oath.

Drip drip
My wistful friend, I bid, “come in, come in.”
For my sore eyes you are a sight
Covering my world of sin;

“Oh never mind, I’ll come out”
If you’ll agree to shed your modesty,
I’ll shed these layers
For you to have your way with me;

I feel your soft fingers, what a delight
Fondling my carnality,
Starting up and moving down
Changing my reality;

From what distance do you come today,
If I ask, will you betray?
How many others have you loved
In our intimate way?

How much madness have you stalled,
And death, have you ceased that?
And indifference, apathy?
Before which gods have you sat?

Well, it’s no matter, not for me
Your sordid travels are of no regard;
Return any day to ravage me
To heal a soul well scarred.

Do you recall in time of youth,
Before grand plan and God-great truth,
When hardly occupied our minds,
Thoughts of work or daily grinds?

I recall, I’d hear you say,
My name out loud by night and day;
I’d see you skip amidst the trees,
Your auburn hair, your pretty knees;

I recall, I’d see you try,
To trace my form up in the sky,
To lift the sun, the moon and stars,
And wheel the heights of venus, mars;

When I think about those days,
They seem a dream, a murky haze.