Come rise with me to unearth the instant light begins. Come away from this death that is its illusion. What deer panting for a hidden spring fails to find the moon's reflection? What seer blinded by visions hears the dawn chorus stirring and sees again?  What silent monk seeks the fire's warmth and becomes that which burns within the sunrise?
An oyster opens its mouth and conceives a pearl. Trees rise from their Lazarus shrouds of mist.  Prometheus and Maui paint the earth with Heraclitean fire once more. I am the wave that is the presence of the ocean. I am become death, the creator and destroyer of separation. In a breath I become what the Christ is.
dying wind — 
a dandelion now
just a stalk
last supper —
from olive eyes
moonlight seeps 
garden snake —
a kiss by moonlight
betrays me
night trial —
words of blasphemy
twist my lips
crowing cock — 
all that I desire,
I deny 
last judgement —
death is delivered
with clean hands
bloody dawn —
derision tears me open
with words
bitter cup —
the shape of love
crushing dreams
empty cup —
a mushroom props up
a sagging bloom
day moon . . .
a girl's tears soak up
the mystery
cross purposes . . . 
between heaven and hell
love stretches out
sun strike — 
I turn inwards
to the light
broken circle —
hands that once were joined
joined without
emptiness —
love drains the cup's
last drops
death chamber —
even the echoes
fade away

moonstruck —
a river wanders off
in the dark


autumn rain
the colour splashing out
of her steps


rehab farm —
unspent shells weather
into ploughshares

Johnny Baranski - August 2014 (War and Peace)


silent tomb . . .
the husk of glory
rots within


cold comfort —
a usurer warms himself
with moth balls


priestly prayer . . .
a pedophile grooms
his millstone


it is finished!
the charge of sap that drives
my birth to bloom


dark night —
the seed of love
now spent


dark night —
the word lacking flesh
enters silence


before dawn
the awakening of words
from their silence


milky way —
an eddy spirals
into itself

milky way —
my helter skelter
of dreams


milky way —
moths ascend the vortex
of candle-light


song of summer —
a tone poem glides
through the words

of darkening summer . . .
shadows fold in


milky way —
what brushstrokes to paint
the void, the stars?


lenten rest . . .
an earth dweller reflects
on the moon