Poems

Do Not Judge Me, For I Was Innocent.

Sea breezes bring slight chills to our thoughts.

Thirty-three years of whys percolate to the shallow waters of our minds.

I was afraid to look to our past.

Hold my hand when I tell you I love you.

There are no mistakes in the journey of life.

Sculptures have imperfect paths that lead to perfect destinies.

It is the intention that never changes.

Fate can be altered.

An artist's vision turns shapeless clay into life forms.

His hands shape the misshaped.

Each push or pull creates voids and fullness.

Together, the voids and fullnesses manifest small figures of mass.

As masses join, larger volumes emerge with identity.

The Creator becomes a victim of his art.

I am sorry about the day of challenge.

The sword of Truth bears a cutting-edge unknown to those who wield it.

Thirty years ago, I cut you deep.

I am sorry you were not the first.

I am sorry that I was not the first.

The wounds that lay beneath your love healed only on the surface.

Each day the question of why festers in the illusionary pain of betrayal.

The lonely journey from place to place gave mass to the vessel of innocence.

Violating flesh through the disguise of love merely entertains a desperate soul.

The act of temporary connection distracts from the true great works of the heart.

Do not judge the innocent, for there was no crime.

There was never intent to misdirect your love.

I suffered deeply on my journey through the forest of ignorance.

Instinct, not understanding guided me in my quest.

We cannot return to redesign the past.

The once moist materials have dried completely.

The glue has become brittle and weak.

Scars are beginning to fade from past wounds.

Sea breezes bring a slight chill to our thoughts.

 

Thirty-three years of whys percolate to the shallow waters of our minds.

I was afraid to look at our past.

The clay of fate is soft and moist again.

It is ready to be reborn.

It has new and different impurities to season the molding process.

The sword of Truth bears a cutting-edge,

But only to those who can be cut by honesty.

Hold my hand when I tell you I love you.

Do not judge me, for I was innocent.

We will find those sacred places that nourish and rejuvenate.

We will help our children who do not know their way.

We will reaffirm the harmony that we knew.

Let us dance in the light of enchantment.

Let us sing the melodies of love.

Let us be that Being that we feared so long ago.

 

 

Kevin S. Merigian © January 2007

Babylon is Her Name

The mouth of the Universe opens to feed.

Ancient Deities gather to nourish the Heavens.

Cosmic energy spews from the cracks between the Planets.

Thunder announces the coming of new Gods.

Lightening flames the engines of war.

Lust replaces strength.

Lust is the joy of strength exercised.

Lust is the rapture of vigor.

Love one another with blazing Hearts.

The House of the Rising Sun shines light before their eyes.

Tears of the Stars rain hard upon my naked body.

Incarnation gives way to the Legends of Love.

Romulus and Remus were twins.

They were suckled by a she-wolf.

They were born from a Virgin.

A six-tusk elephant fathered Buddha.

What is the legend of the Woman and the Lion?

Is she more than a little Drunk?

Or is she more than a little Mad?

Feminine energy is conceived in the primitive creative order.

Bloodless images of Saints travel the countryside unrecognized.

Worship the prince-priest Jackal of the Underworld.

He is a prophet of the common man.

His words ferment under the influence of Tyranny and Greed.

Serpents hope to destroy and recreate the World.

All power is given to the Scarlet Woman.

She stands alone between the Pillars of Hercules.

The veil of Nature obscures her fragile Soul.

She is no Prostitute.

Babylon is her name.

 

Kevin S. “Kiki” Merigian© 11 June 2010

I Am Free Again

As you stand above my place of rest,

Do not weep, for I am not there.

I have risen to fly without wings.

As you think about my past,

Do not have sorrow, for I am not there.

I have released my vessel so I may again float in the waters of life.

As you think about opportunities left untaken,

Do not have guilt, for I am not there.

I have enjoyed each gift of love you could share.

As you think about the void in your heart,

Do not have pain, for I am still there.

I have left my essence with you to hold and enjoy.

As you think about the days to come,

Do not be afraid, for I am still there.

I am the ray of sunshine that brings hope.

I am the smile that heals your sadness.

I am the touch that quiets your soul.

I am the Love that surrounds your Life.

As you think about my place of rest

Do not weep, for I am not there.

I have returned home to the Divine Kingdom.

I am free again.

 

Kevin S. “Kiki” Merigian © February 2001

Courage to Stand Alone

Do you have the courage to stand alone in a world of Self?

Nature is an exquisite marriage of form and function.

Our senses signal shifts in Nature.

Feelings give way to emotions.

Emotions fuel the Heart.

The Self is honored only when it connects

To its genuine character.

 

Indoctrination is the enemy of experience.

Its Army of Ideas conquers the essence of Life.

Imprisoning it into categories of what should or what shouldn’t be:

A social hierarchical system of linear Justice.

Remove Truthfulness.

 

Can anyone escape?

 

What is necessary to have a change for the Heart?

Authenticity is all that is needed.

Fertile Authenticity: A soil for truthfulness to grow.

Sacrifice all unimportant matters.

A drought of drama brings life to a starving and shrunken Soul.

In the Quiet, stand proud and shout beliefs.

Let them echo in the Canyons of Wisdom.

Over and over the dogma reverberates until it disintegrates.

Surround one’s freedom and responsibility with Standing Rock.

 

No one will climb to trespass.

 

Harness the Power of No:

Row through the sticky, gooey Swamps of Obligation.

Release Relationships formed out of duty, comfort and despair: Family and Friend alike.

Torch the Devil Card.

 

Do not be afraid to stand at the Altar of Social Injustice.

Hierophants watch as Peacocks dance and spread their Feathers of Deception.

Truthfulness is always sacrificed.

Stay in accord with Mother Nature.

The ground will not crumble.

The Sun will shine.

The Rain will nourish the Land.

The Full Moon will return.

 

 

Do you have the courage to stand alone in a world of Self?

Discard the Mask and discover the Truth;

You have always been alone.

 

Mask or not.

 

 

Kevin S. “Kiki” Merigian © 3 September 2012

A Maiden has Arisen

A maiden has arisen from the remote mists of my Love challenged mind.

She was known to me once in my adolescent world.

Steps of the journey home bring back the Light of fallen ages.

Hot summer days fermented our Love as we walked by rushing streams.

The amphitheater of fallen trees provided us the stage to act out our future.

The cool showers of naiveté refreshed the air.

Multiple shadows from the carefully reconstructed illusions cover my skin,

As I bask in the memories that didn’t really happen.

I am shielded from the depression of another lost connection.

Soft was her voice as she reintroduced herself again.

There are five languages of Love.

Only words were spoken this time around.

No thoughts of real importance or commitment.

She still cannot see herself in the mirror.

She knows not who she is.

The truth bears no mercy for the Spirit.

Others see her for whom she is not.

Her journey will continue until she no longer cares.

One day I hope the Sunshine will return to her.

The dreams of today are the same as the dreams of yesterday.

It is but Fantasy that only matters; dreams are for sleep.

 

 

Kevin S. Merigian © 2005

A Citizen

The Sun rises to greet a newborn day.

Horus is an everlasting unfailing light.

Nut gave birth to the Sun.

A virgin birth.

A watchman cautions against traveling to the North.

Especially to those Beings married to Society’s institutions.

Especially to those who are Blind to unconventional wisdom.

East, South, West is okay, but not the North.

Only those who travel the Left Hand Path go to the North.

They are unafraid of the Monolith.

The social religions that remove an individual’s humanness.

They are unafraid of the Demons that lurk in the Shadow lands.

Seemingly mystical occurrences that connect

The weak and the strong,

The foolish and the wise,

The criminal and the saint,

The debauched and the innocent.

As they make their way to the edge of the Canyon of Death,

They express their courage of life.

It is the faith in their experience that reveals the Universal Divine.

They are Citizens in the Kingdom of God, not subjects or servants.

On day 15, the Moon is full again.

 

Nut gave a virgin birth to the Sun.

A watchman cautions against traveling to the North.

Take the Hero’s journey: Go North.

It is the one illuminated by the Moonlight.

Come back and live your amazing story,

As a Citizen, not a Subject or a Servant.

 

Kevin S. “Kiki” Merigian © 28 May 2012

 

For One Brief Moment

For one brief moment,

I felt the love of another.

For one brief second,

I thought the world had given me the gift of a lifetime.

As I looked into her green eyes,

I saw the soul of love.

She was warm and kind.

Her smile melted the frost from around my heart.

The cold winds that kept us from finding our path stopped.

She prayed with angels.

She did not care about my past.

Her healing hands were tender, as she placed the ointment of forgiveness on my wounds.

The hurts healed and the scars faded.

The candles she lit burned brightly.

Each flame brought light to a dark and dim world.

The torches of her love guided me from where we came.

My soul found a place of happiness.

For one brief moment,

I felt the love of another.

For one brief moment,

I felt the gift of another at my side.

When I awoke, the illusion was gone.

I saw the world from my window,

It had not changed.

The grass was still green, and the flowers still bloomed.

Father sun brought nourishment and warmth.

I know now the journey home is near.

It felt good to know that for one brief moment,

She loved herself and she loved me.

 

Kevin S “Kiki” Merigian © 23 March 2003

Easter Lilies

Did you ever lose your way?

Perhaps you thought you knew where your destination was.

To what place was your destiny?

Easter lilies stretch to the heavens.

Worshiping God and his resurrection.

Each blossom trumpets beautiful music.

As one bloom retreats after her song is over,

The next appears to take center stage.

It disappears after a short time.

The beauty remains.

Did you really lose your way?

Or was it time for another to advance in the harmony of your retreat?

Another song will come from your heart soon.

 

Kevin S. “Kiki” Merigian © April 1999