I am no Angel

The great Titan
Shepherd scorned
Stands indignant at the Gates

Voids breached by
Arrogant innocence
Pave way to flame-lit skies

Punished were the many
The powerful
Punished with ash and soot
Innocence more punished by
Closeness

Four faces, three of beast
Our only savior


-DubTak

Flood

Falling off of ladders

Demanding life for those few
undeserving of
Fire Rain

Rechiseling stone tablets


Drawing the sword to the Heavens

Condemns not Man

Drunkards on manure-filled boats

Summon forth the Waters

-DubTak

Suite #2: Shofarot

I. Tekiah

The Great Shofar is sounded
A blast of gold and amber
The procession of the righteous carries with them

Two Great Cherubim of Gold

Amber gleam contained

Harken to the Holy Call!

Trees bow low
weeds raise up
Kingdom and Kingship
Law and Grace

Harken to the dark, to the deep!

With a beginning, the Great Shofar sounds!

II. Shevarim

The still, small voice is heard
Blood pools from tent spikes
meshing with a mother's tears

My son! My evil son!

Salty blood and salty tears
Pillars of pity
Pillars of grief for the wicked
No Glory without Sorrow
without turning

Turning, death rather than
life of turning

Wailing over canteens of milk
Blood of enemies
Blood of allies

Harken to the Great Wail!

III. Teruah

The Great Shofar is sounded
A blast of red and orange
Winged aspects flee
before the drums

Smashed lanterns of orange
Crashing
Resonating
Fearing

Harken to the spear, not pruning hooks!

Sweet blood runs like milk and honey
Roads paved of good intentions
Iron graeves break cobblestones
Raise the standard of Crimson
of Burgundy

Harken to the Great and the Terrible!

IV. Tekiah Gedolah

The Great Shofar is sounded
The still, small voice is heard

Prone rise to silver


Tongues swell

Blood begets dust

and Dust is our End


-DubTak

Suite #1

I

Suns of flame cast down
Searing the unworthy what venture too close

Wings of Wax

become

Wings of Fire

Fruit of Knowledge, half eaten

Rots in fearless adolescence

II

Cursed with ambition

Cursed with arrogance

Cursed with the Holy Spark

Shattered pottery pieces cut

the Uncareful
the Unknowing
the Cursed

Towers, lightning-struck
Crumbles into

Dubious Anxiety

What small piece of Amber Gleam blinds

the Unknowing
the Uncareful
the Blessed



III

Chosen

means not

Chosen

The Shepard must
bow

to the snow

-DubTak

Fire and Feathers

What fiery wings,
What feathered swords

I stand upon the left
The Strength The Courage
The Pain The Destruction

I am the Serpent, banishing Man
I am the star, guiding kings
I am the flood, wiping the Earth
I am the salt, sliding down the pillar

I am the Keeper of the Great Gates
Two swords of Feather
Two swords of Fire

-DubTak

Hypersphere Driver

Freewrite #2: Association and Derailment on the word "Creation"

~Creation, Bara, Yetzirah, Nothing from Infinite, Something from Nothing, Something from Something, and on to Something's end. Spark upon the void through nothing, through wisdom and understanding landing in knowledge's empty embrace. A tree, leaves wreath the crown, roots ensare the kingship below the Trumpeter's foundation. Light through the canopy, past the percusionist's perch, through feather and fire and down deep diving into dirt.

Behold! A line, cutting through spirit, crashes against the slimy shore of inanimacy, incongruent and inflammable, flaring fast up tunnels of roc and griffin, wonder wings, amber gleam past Bull and Hawk and Tiger and beligerent Biped. Bazak! Down the tree and back, as above so below, below so above.

A conductor's wand tip taps, roaring silence divides perfect unity. Promenade past paintings exhibited upon Fowl's Legs, great gates crashing gonging shimmering shining birthing banging light from shrouded curtain boiling bubbling rising BOOM!

From order to chaos, broken shards of clay create creation.~

A little respite from my usually bloodlusty dark style. I'm versatile, I swear!

My thoughts and prayers to those subject to terror and violence in Mumbai.

-DubTak