The Helen Suite


Amongst The Ruins

Once the unbridled envy of
Realms near and far,

The ramparts of Sparta
Are now
Mere bronze age walls

Walls bleak with soot
And crumbling

Walls surrounded
By lemon groves unattended
And overgrown

{One-Beat Pause}

En the aire of this storied place

Dregs of memory beckon us
To an ancient altar   .   .   .    of
War weary stones

They beckon
And ask for our song,
To shepherd cosmic pow’rs,

Court Mnemosyne
And be strong

To this plea,
We reply

En earnest



Amongst The Angels

What are we to do?

Where are we to find asylum
When the Ground of Being radiates
Thru Ev’rything  and Ev’ryone?

God en all
All en God

What songs are we to sing
When this madness fills our cup?

And fills the Hall?

O! Where are we to dance?

Where are we to raise the huppah
When we are compelled
By a thousand-petaled Rose

To wield a double axe, fall a Tree
And annihilate the Self?

[Aside – The Crows Caw.]





Helen’s Dictum

My Lord
My King

We must kiss
En the Garten
(Standing on our toes)

We must kiss
With our hair tousled
And our eyes closed

My Lord
My King

We must Love Allthings
And Ev’rything

Love Sun
And Moon alike

Love Earth and Skye
And ev’ry black speck
En ev’ry mortal eye

My Lord
My King

We must chop down mountains
We must chop down ant hills

We must suffer their little bites
We must suffer their little stings

My Lord
My King

We must Love

© LogosVox 2013


A Hymn 2 the Seeker

En darkness &
En ignorance,
Let the bullets fly

Let their murmurs placate the sufferings of Perdition
Let their cries permeate, then shatter the City of Dis

Verily, ye need not travel that way ev’r again
Verily, ye need not be counted amongst the Dead

As thou wert born 4 mightier things

Neither sustenance
Nor liberation
Did its labors offer thee

Only wretchedness,
Degradation, & sin!

Its devices did not mean thee well
Its laurels did not become thy brow

As thou wert born 4 mightier things

Hark! A match has been struck
A pan of oil lit . . .

Bless-ed be! God’s kiln awaits thee
Ev’ry bone / Ev’ry measure of flesh
Shall not satisfy Him

He’ll want MORE
He’ll demand MORE

The Way without a way
Does not come cheap


Divine Right,
Divine Truth, & Kinghood!
2 these art thou a rightful heir

As thou wert born 4 Brahma-Vada
As thou wert born 4 mightier things
As thou wert born 2 drink wine, Soma

From the mouth of God


© LogosVox 2013


Carefully hidden beneath the cedar,
My ledger is found

Whereby the darkest of my dayes
Is present

And eye do not meet it well-armed
Alas! My Father’s sword is not snug against my hip

No Poetry here (en this terrible place)
No Love
No Light
No Grace

Only the beginning of the End

{Two-Beat Pause}

The Words of Making / My Words!
Have failed me
And eye have failed them

Their taste en my mouth is bitter
                          my eyes
Are dry

Behold a Negro Poet
At the end of his rope
W/ out The Hallows at his command
W/ out Saintly Vision

W/ out Hope

All this, he declares
All eye have known
And held dear

Is gone.

© LogosVox 2013

Rama Prelude № 1

Eye want spiritual orgies, Son!
(At my coronation)

Eye want to wear the crown of my Uncles
And brandish the bow of the Grigori

Eye want Gods and Goddesses
(At my palace door)

Eye want Mountains and Seas and Deserts

Eye want to draw lightning from the skyes
And give birth to a meeting of the eyes

Eye want Knights of Faith, Son!
Breaking bread, drinking wine
(At my dining room table)

Rama! Christ! Mohammed! And Moses!

Eye want orgies, Son!

Eye want orgies
(At my coronation)

© LogosVox 2013