But the Waves of Savage Light Kindle Me

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But the Waves of Savage Light Kindle Me

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  I do not trust

your ruse-dance, your guillotine

            cutting mind.

 

I listen through the backdoor,

with both eyes

            locked on the table.

 

Lies shut beneath

your playacting smile.

            Sweet

 

encouragement with

a twist, like towels can

            twist,

 

and limbs and laughter.

Metre by metre your muse is

            measured,

 

scaled-down

to a keyhole

            muted howl.

 

The streets are bleached monotone

by your analytical trumpet

            pour.

 

The buildings outside

turn bloodless blue,

             sold

 

to your calculated vision.

 

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Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “New Mystics” May 2018

http://newmystics.com/lit/AllisonGrayhurst.html

http://newmystics.com/documents/AllisonGrayhurst-Poems4.pdf

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On Mortal Ground

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On Mortal Ground

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Nothing, take nothing

only my starving hopes.

Save my brow from the devil’s comb,

the false religious cry.

 

I am low on the ground

watching ants and spiders play.

I have been hit

by a barnacle onslaught storm.

My fingers are strands of straw,

beating back in time with the breeze.

I am alive, guarded by grief

and rib and brain.

My house is an egg,

a shooting simple firework.

 

Nothing, take nothing

the children are my shelter,

and their gifts of inspiration –

my wound, my blade.

 

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Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “New Mystics” May 2018

http://newmystics.com/lit/AllisonGrayhurst.html

http://newmystics.com/documents/AllisonGrayhurst-Poems4.pdf

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Published in “Lucidity Poetry Journal” August 2018

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Wide In His Chains

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Wide In His Chains

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Under the cliff of

             winter clouds

his hands

             were born,

drunk on abstractions and

             a feeling muse.

Battleships soared through his

             ransacked-mind.

Impossible loneliness attacked like

            a vulture,

painting his jealous seasons

            morphine blue.

His was a tender style, loving equally

            the hideous and the brave.

He was punished for his ruthless poetry, exiled

            for his ecstasy-grip

Those hands were tendrils, latching on

            to what others feared.

His music drove on through

            bombshell screams

toward a prophetic morning,

            desired.

 

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Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “New Mystics” May 2018

http://newmystics.com/lit/AllisonGrayhurst.html

http://newmystics.com/documents/AllisonGrayhurst-Poems4.pdf

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Forgive the Night

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Forgive the Night

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Let the heart peel

its iron crust.

Let the rainbow ribbon of this

spiritual dream

coil around my neck.

I walk the fished-fumed streets,

with mask in one hand and thoughts

of resurrection in the other,

balanced between mercy and reality’s

ruthless blade.

 

Who will let me in, let me

name my thorn, give wing

to my smallest vision?

 

Alone, through May’s

ripened night, through the dusk light above.

Grief shifts understanding

to a higher octave, anchors it in soft ground.

My hood, my sting, alone

waiting a certain tomorrow

when all will dig like a diamond

into my chest, leave no

forgiveness unappeased, no love

denied a brilliant wave.

 

I long for my enemy’s hand

to bless it like we all

bless the stars. I long to shut

out hate caused

by hurt, by love incapable.

 

A walk through a cemetery.

Death invading an injured bird’s

eyes. This I can bear.

This lockjaw, heavy drum of death.

But the dying – harsh struggle, grasping

claws, alcoholics in the streets,

violent children, worthless anguish…

 

Who will drain this venom from my

blood, blow my armour down?

 

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Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “New Mystics” May 2018

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http://newmystics.com/documents/AllisonGrayhurst-Poems4.pdf

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Walk on Fear

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Walk on Fear

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It appears in the grip

of ecstasy, in the

idiot abstract of failure,

and sometimes, love.

 

Illusions coating

the sides of eternity

with shrieks, illusions

crawling out of the mouths of

 

of gods and myths. Trains

pass all night through offices,

apartments, trains packed

 

tight with a cargo of dreams.

No one is strong enough to say goodbye

to the world, shave their heads

without feeling. No one is here

 

to shout spontaneous, to endure

the striving tongue and bone. Electrical

flies on the wall. Cockroaches scanning

the fridge – oxygen, dancing couples,

 

standing naked

before a window, skyscrapers

stretched towards

a crippled sky, and then

 

long ago, a child

sitting in a forest,

singing

to each tree.

 

Lately, it is has been hard

to hide – undressed,

divorced from direction.

 

Lately, I’ve been watching

the furniture, screaming

aloud when there’s a knock

on the door.

 

But my house is forever.

And the urgency and hunger

that overpower my pulse

has never cried for peace.

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Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “Synchronized Chaos” June 2018

https://synchchaos.com/synchronized-chaos-june-2018/

http://synchchaos.com/poetry-from-allison-grayhurst-6/

 

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Published in “New Mystics” July 2018

http://newmystics.com/lit/AllisonGrayhurst.html

http://www.newmystics.com/documents/AllisonGrayhurst-Poems5.pdf

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Naked Side

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Naked Side

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I’ve seen the destruction

of visions, the penetration

of a good cause, seen souls

anesthetized by sadness.

 

The only constant is endurance,

is the thing that jumps out from

the void then reverses back

into its indifferent swallow.

 

One change, then the moment

slips into a new glimpse of understanding.

 

One small desire fulfilled and all pain

is humbled.

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Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst

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For Every Rain Cover 5

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Published in “The Furious Gazelle” December 2017

http://thefuriousgazelle.com/2017/12/15/allison-grayhurst-2/

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First published in “Synchronized Chaos” August 2017

http://synchchaos.com/synchronized-chaos-august-2017-the-stories-we-tell-ourselves/

http://synchchaos.com/poetry-from-allison-grayhurst-4/

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“Allison Grayhurst intertwines a potent spirituality throughout her work so that each poem is not simply a statement or observation, but a revelation that demands the reader’s personal involvement. Grayhurst’s poetic genius is profound and evident. Her voice is uniquely authentic, undeniable in its dignified vulnerability as it is in its significance,” Kyp Harness, singer/songwriter, author.

“Allison Grayhurst’s poems are like cathedrals witnessing and articulating in unflinching graphic detail the gritty angst and grief of life, while taking it to rare clarity, calm and comfort. Grayhurst’s work is haunting, majestic and cleansing, often leaving one breathless in the wake of its intelligence, hope, faith and love amidst the muck of life. Many of Allison Grayhurst’s poems are simply masterpieces. Grayhurst’s poetry is a lighthouse of intelligent honour… indeed, intelligence rips through her work like white water,” Taylor Jane Green, Registered Spiritual Psychotherapist and author.

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Dark Prophets

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Dark Prophets

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They hold the ghost feather.

They cry by cause of extreme imaginations.

Paranoia on pillows,

the stench of shoes and month-old towels

under fingernails.

Liberty in sleeping pills & mirrors

that have no shine.

 

This they have, spirits stabbed

with hunger, doubt & arrogance

raging equally by their bedsides.

Encyclopedias divulged in dead languages

& hoards of filthy critics teasing with

axe and indifference

their true-goal flower.

 

They crack their heads on insecurity.

They do not believe in this world.

 

From balconies, from strait-jackets,

from honeymoon apartments, they expose

the human guilt, delicate visions

that seduce the blind with wonder.

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Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst

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For Every Rain Cover 5

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Published in “The Furious Gazelle” December 2017

http://thefuriousgazelle.com/2017/12/15/allison-grayhurst-2/

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First published in “Synchronized Chaos” August 2017 under the title “Prophets”

http://synchchaos.com/synchronized-chaos-august-2017-the-stories-we-tell-ourselves/

http://synchchaos.com/poetry-from-allison-grayhurst-4/

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

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“Allison Grayhurst intertwines a potent spirituality throughout her work so that each poem is not simply a statement or observation, but a revelation that demands the reader’s personal involvement. Grayhurst’s poetic genius is profound and evident. Her voice is uniquely authentic, undeniable in its dignified vulnerability as it is in its significance,” Kyp Harness, singer/songwriter, author.

“Allison Grayhurst’s poems are like cathedrals witnessing and articulating in unflinching graphic detail the gritty angst and grief of life, while taking it to rare clarity, calm and comfort. Grayhurst’s work is haunting, majestic and cleansing, often leaving one breathless in the wake of its intelligence, hope, faith and love amidst the muck of life. Many of Allison Grayhurst’s poems are simply masterpieces. Grayhurst’s poetry is a lighthouse of intelligent honour… indeed, intelligence rips through her work like white water,” Taylor Jane Green, Registered Spiritual Psychotherapist and author.

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