The Dragon by the Dump

“No, I would not want to live in a world without dragons, as I would not want to live in a world without magic, for that is a world without mystery, and that is a world without faith.” – R.A. Salvatore

The night sky ripples in my dreams, a mixture of sun, moon and stars. Something stirs in my bloodstream, and awakens me to whom I am to become.

The spine went from west of the dump in a half circle, unapologetic in its bending latitude, king like, under sun, moon and stars. The jagged edges whispered to us as we climbed them by day and moved tilting inwardly as our feet touched them by night. Although the rains almost never touched our hidden sacred find, the winds often came ripping away the night clouds that formed a curtain on the summer sky. We ran, we walked and we sat upon the back of a dragon, and its form entered our bloodstream, creating all life that we would forever be.

It is summer; it is winter, always springtime or fall. Just a boy then, just a boy now, when I hear the dragon call. Draco rising in a north star, that constellation, oh stars of all. A voice a whisper, a sound that comforts, “I lift you up boy, forever tall”.

“The fires never go out”, my friend say’s from the shadows of the dragon’s tail. He signals towards the dump with his nose, but I know he is talking about the warmth beneath his feet. “They never shall”, I whisper not sure, if I am back then, or here now speaking in my sleep. The sky seems to ripple, perhaps the fathoms of the days heat being released, more likely it is gravity protesting the movement of great silent wings. “Is it a ghost”, I whisper, thinking it might be. “No” my friend whispers back, his voice beyond my reach. For a brief moment, a bit of time that is deep in me, I see us moving upwards upon the spine of a great sand filled sea. A dragon has entered our bloodstream, creating all life that we would forever need.

It is summer; it is winter, always springtime or fall. Just a boy then, just a boy now, when I hear the dragon call. Draco rising in a north star, that constellation, oh stars of all. A voice a whisper, a sound that comforts, “I lift you up boy, forever tall”.

The head of the dragon, resting so still, one eye glazed over, under moonlight, may be it is granite but still. Sometimes it was more than just a rock on that hill. Guarding that dump, that manmade swill. “Sometimes it was us”, I hear my friend whisper, and it gives me chills. For now as back then, I can still feel. The rush of the dragon, the knowing so real, there in my bloodstream, from then on until. From then on until. – 07.18.2019 – דָנִיֵּאל

The Child you used to Know (Dragons)

“When the prison doors are open, the real dragon will fly out.” Ho Chi Minh

“The child you used to know is a dragon.” דָּנִיֵּאל

The questions I ask myself are many, perhaps you’d like some too, share if you will this seat right next to me looking down upon this tumultuous view. Perched above the world. Here upon rocks our butts growing colder, looking out on a human sea. Dare ask yourself with me, or unto yourself mutter, what is it we should be? Challenge your mind in triangulation, use a debate that’s not won easily. Twist yourself backwards in confabulation, stare straight ahead in obligation, but really it matters not to me. Go on and rest your head, backwards upon the cold slab that’s red, a granite unlike most, my wife tells me it’s garnet the stone of a ghost. Can you feel it sing, vibrating right through your seams, a choir of electromagnetic that screams?

Beware the ground so far below, think not of yourself, but how you should know, if you’re really free, sitting so high in eternity. Are you a beggar or a holy host, a victim of logic, or a trainer of ghost? For just between you and me, I’d rather an adventure, than to grow old grace free. For now, that you’re here beside me, I’ll tell you in short words what’s behind, what’s we. That slab of cold garnet’s that turning warm, upon it is keys of the future that’s born. Behind you and I is a dragon unloosed, crafted in heaven and hell so new. Turning inside and outside too, shaking your soul, to enter you. Call up the fears of all you see below, they cannot save your old life from the child you used to know.

The sun stands still so near in the sky, just like it did when the five kings died. Nothing worth ventured brings only still death, I can’t hold you up now, there’s no room on this ledge. The fire of the garnet has melted the sheath, of that, heavy garment that held such defeat. Everything calls out your new born name, that from above, is dragons wings. Somewhere somebody’s playing Black Sabbath in jest, probably those losers headed up here next. Doesn’t matter to us were too young to know. We’re turning inside and outside too, letting the dragon be born anew, and were laughing as we go, for nothing can save us from the child we used to know. That beautiful child we used to know!

The blood of a dragon it crests on your face, developing a map, charting toward Avalon, a far better place, that seat on that ledge, seems lost to you now, for your mapping heaven, the child that is you, knows not how, but now!

Dedicated to my Susan, (I Love you) who has unloosed the dragon in me. – 08.09.2017 – דָּנִיֵּאל

The House of Dragon

Who’s to say that dreams and nightmares aren’t as real as the here and now?” ― John Lennon

“In the House of Dragon”

And in the house of Dragon something beautiful came, outside the bottle, where it was, I think in a nightmare that was a wind, that creature did fly.

I arrive here in the house of Dragon, the moment I have held throughout my life, a dread and distress, with no light anywhere that seems to suffice. Grace does not abound here and the only senses that abide, are those that taste, instinctual, without elegance or those that cannot face sound. Around, turn around, nothing imagined, day to day, and it’s a heat that’s bound in a cold, cold war. Around the world seems to survive, my G_D all it does is circle round and round, senses not arising with the coming of each new sun.

“In the House of Dragon”

In the house of dragon, the poor do dwell, weather weak in spirit or under some chemicals daemons spell. And time stands still when you are immortal in pain, here in the flames, the cold, cold blaze.

And I will give, give more than I can forsake, while everything will not change, I will rise in what is a dream, for treasure I cannot attain, all attraction in the house of pain, and here in the house that is broken, I will feel that hot breath of Cain tickle my fate. Here where angels come to watch what in my humanity they did forsake.

“In the House of Dragon”

In the house of dragon, something filled with fright, here the fading light still it does not abate, and what a wonder that my heart will not placate, for some lesson is birthed, in a mouth full of alcohol deep inside of me. What ruins has this dragon caused, what change, has that devil caused within, perhaps as no change comes, is something innate beautiful, like a spirit spawned like fate so insane where my soulless tears begin.

And in the house of Dragon something beautiful came, outside the bottle, where it was, I think in a nightmare that was a wind, that creature did fly.

And Adonai you were fire, you were scales in rain, and you came as a dragon in flame, what a surprise, Ruach, you made me wait, till destruction was upon me, you a dragon came like a discomfort without release. And you were without color, or joy, you were the being that is life. And in the house of dragon, you brought grace to what I could not receive, and you made my soul so strong it could not break.

In the House of Dragon” – 06.04.2016 – דָּנִיֵּאל

The Dragons of Heaven

Nüwa Repairs the Breach in Heaven

For I do believe there are dragons in….

The peak of piety had been hiking for days, his feet raw, from the battered climb to Heaven. He was known by many names, the prince of earth, the pontifex pope, the holy Ravi, and prince of peace. Much to his surprise, he was not the first to arrive, for there in the bosom of G_D, their scales formed from earthly struggles, there were dragons, and they were keepers, the sum of heavens fire. Welcome to heaven.

The scales go up, like in do re me, a psalmist croons in a minor key. And a shaggy head with no blood left to cast red, climbs a final steep through closed eyes, a dragons keep, cast ye heaven. The sheets of rain on earth through life’s pain, thought he a crippled man, made his living through a plan, and he cast his coin in war, robbed the rich to feed the poor. Raked his talons through the sky, took what change to just get by. And in the even, blackened tide, did not settle by what justice decides, was an outlaw, was a god, was the thought inside us all, and was a dragon. Welcome to heaven.

It was, when he died, danced the did, instead of why, made his sword into a fire, pierced the thought instead of did acquire. Thought the christ was just a child, why need saved when giving’s so worthwhile. He of flying iron and steel, of what he searched he learned to kill. Oh you dragon who conquers hills, when you lower to the valley, did you find a like of minds. And in the even, blackened tide, did not settle by what justice decides, was an outlaw, was a god, was the thought inside us all, and was a dragon. Welcome to heaven.

Here there be dragons a plenty see, those misfits that bother society, one has to wonder, why heaven ask them in. They move to torch those earthly walls, those best kept manners of dishonest men who hold wealth, hold it all. Such a surprise to not go down, to be a rebel a dragon not hell bound. He holds his wings to block the sun, the morning star says welcome on, and then he does see, a host of bestial family on the crystal sea. And in the even, blackened tide, did not settle by what justice decides, was an outlaw, was a god, was the thought inside us all, and was a dragon. Welcome to heaven. – 09.17.2015 – דָּנִיֵּאל