annaqbluemushroom: 2017

Thursday, September 28, 2017

Bowie Benediction

In your fear

Of what we have become

Take to the fire

Now we must burn

All that we are

Rise together

Through these clouds

As on wings

In your fear, seek only peace

In your fear, seek only love

SUNDAY

David Bowie Sweets For The Sweetest Muse

There is no place for grief

in a house that serves the muse.

Sappho

As if you were on fire from within.

The moon lives in the lining of your skin.

Pablo Neruda

Open up your heart to me,

Show me who you are.

David Bowie

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

prayer for david bowie

This Particle of the Universe

there is no separate reality

a tunnel leads to portals

beyond the gross weights

and in this blink of an eye

all is seen all is known

as a blessing to our souls

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Thursday, September 7, 2017

The year was 1980 when a knock on my door shattered the peace, happiness and faith which kept me safe. It was a brutal waste of a life when my younger brother accidentally blew his brains out with a police revolver. The messengers were shocked and sick with an ugly numbness which coated grief like tar.

My brother's ghost is preaching to the night.
He stands in wounded laughter by my bed.
I turn, hiding my nakedness from sight
to see the bloody hole shine through his head.
My brother took the singing gun in jest
to tease the girl afraid of such a tool
and like a priest who whispers "you are blessed"
he shot himself and broke the golden rule.
"He shook the bullets out onto his palm."
his partner said. "He looked somewhat surprised
as one last missile hidden in the gun
blew out the light that sparkled from his eyes."
My Daniel lived two hours with partial brains.
Oh God this benediction is insane.

Bowie released Scary Monsters in September, 1980. I had been listening
to it with the passionate abandon of true love. Bowie has always been mine.
Then one month later I listened to the songs with a different ear when my brother died a violent death.