Pain in the grace of God

I don't need no enlightened one
to tell me
that everyone suffers,
everyone dies.
What I want to know
is the why, the for how long.
The questions and sensations abate
after realization -- there is a point
to everything over and under the sun.
In a state of grace,
it hurts,
it's exquisite,
it's pain in the grace of God.

Unblinded

All that is white
come crushing in.
What is left must
all be black, close
behind follow.
Sleep and will,
the lack of it,
tempt what comes.
Then war is
given birth to.
Somewhere around
here must be
the rainbow.

The end is nigh, sigh

Let's scale your ivory tower
Where Rapunzel hides the loot
Of a buried fairy tale
Tea for two
Hillary's Himalayas don't know
The labyrinth of the Minotaur's riddle
Only the griffin dares answer
And Morrison, my dear Morrison
Why did you leave Apocalypse's care to me?
Only Nostradamus knows
1988-3797
Bowie's '84
The split that broke the Cordilleras
Tsunamied the Rockies
Mere messed dismembered numbers
Don't scare me
But monsters sleeping in flag folds
Twice pestered the blue orb
Still he comes the bastard triplet
A nuclear patsied stooge
Why him?
Because John says so