I have served at the table of the Green Lords,
Cup bearer to the Ladies robed in gold and black
Spider's ribbons festoon Night Skye's Palace
While lazy lanterns seek out the night's intrigues
I serve in silence to those below, to those above
Midst wet feet scrawling in the arcane script
A tongue of Grass's proverbs told
The song I've sung before my voice..
- Chris Getz
Scratched on the Rocks
Thursday, August 15, 2013
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
7-10-13
You have set the world ablaze
Every leaf and petal
My own wretched skin
Glows with the sacred light
Brilliance writ across the sky
Thunders path has left us here
A magnificent inferno
I sit in calm wonder
To watch the reveling sunset flames
Through the peerless context
Of oak leaves trimmed in crystal
The glorious dancer moves on
His thundrous parade to set alight
The hungry hills that sing His name
- Chris Getz
Every leaf and petal
My own wretched skin
Glows with the sacred light
Brilliance writ across the sky
Thunders path has left us here
A magnificent inferno
I sit in calm wonder
To watch the reveling sunset flames
Through the peerless context
Of oak leaves trimmed in crystal
The glorious dancer moves on
His thundrous parade to set alight
The hungry hills that sing His name
- Chris Getz
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
7-2-13
I have stood before the gates of the Silent Blue Lords
Humbled by their unfathomable power
Yet steeled by my small humanity
The hammer within my heart
The wolf's cry
The sparkling scale
We stand together in pulsing warm defiance
This hushed temple
Where the stars are within my grasp
The sky a stony cloister
This apparent tomb is the maker of greatness
We stand in awe of the stoic darkness
And laugh as our foolish blood rushes
Boiling in our veins
- Chris Getz
Humbled by their unfathomable power
Yet steeled by my small humanity
The hammer within my heart
The wolf's cry
The sparkling scale
We stand together in pulsing warm defiance
This hushed temple
Where the stars are within my grasp
The sky a stony cloister
This apparent tomb is the maker of greatness
We stand in awe of the stoic darkness
And laugh as our foolish blood rushes
Boiling in our veins
- Chris Getz
Monday, June 3, 2013
Hail to Thee, tiny Lords
Let your lanterns light the night
In shameful shadowed moments
When Hatred seems my only friend
You blind me with your simple truths
You expose my absurd tears
To Magic Nature's perfect plan
In Twilight's hour, Your brilliant beauty
Leads me once again
Along the path from which I've strayed
- Chris Getz
Friday, March 1, 2013
I have watched glass
Raining from the sky
The whispered midnight promises
Of oath takers still unseen
Mingling with the dancing flakes
Where the children of Gods and men
Feast upon the spoils won
In winter's wars of mind and hand
Groaning casks of ripe spring rains
Lie unsettled in the burgeoning earth
While Mother Winter sprinkles upon us
The last of her sparkling blessings
-Chris Getz
Raining from the sky
The whispered midnight promises
Of oath takers still unseen
Mingling with the dancing flakes
Where the children of Gods and men
Feast upon the spoils won
In winter's wars of mind and hand
Groaning casks of ripe spring rains
Lie unsettled in the burgeoning earth
While Mother Winter sprinkles upon us
The last of her sparkling blessings
-Chris Getz
Saturday, February 2, 2013
In Praise
of Brigid
A sacred flame is burning
bright beneath the pure clear waters
This glory shine in
twilight time sparks the stars to light
I am a drunkard, From Your
cup
I am the wheat grown in
Your field
I am the iron set aglow
My mind this flame, Your
shining torch with wisdom set to blaze
A beacon to the winding
roads Your ivory feet have blessed
I am a drunkard, From Your
cup
I am the wheat grown in
Your field
I am the iron set aglow
My tranquil body is the
waters deep and royal blue
Swiftly run the silent
currents through bone and stable earth
I am a drunkard, From Your
cup
I am the wheat grown in
Your field
I am the iron set aglow
From my trembling core,
sprouts forth the Holy Oak
A bridge to span the quiet
night between the sky and sea
I am a drunkard, From Your
cup
I am the wheat grown in
Your field
I am the iron set aglow
I am the sacred temple
where Your golden throne resides
The total plan of many
worlds laid out in flesh and skin
I am a drunkard, From Your
cup
I am the wheat grown in
Your field
I am the iron set aglow
Strike my soul, it shines
white hot, Your hammer heartens me
Your hallowed forge, this
place of craft, my sprit grows in strength
I am a drunkard, From Your
cup
I am the wheat grown in
Your field
I am the iron set aglow
Your quickened hands with
healing touch the herb and then to skin
Draw forth the poison from
the wound, the shadows into light
I am a drunkard, From Your
cup
I am the wheat grown in
Your field
I am the iron set aglow
- Chris Getz
Friday, December 21, 2012
Yule Song
I sit alone on solstice night
to sing the songs and dance the rite
With bared blue skin and shiv'ring hand
I draw the blade to praise this land
By glowing flame and sparkling well
my humble prayers with You to dwell
I lay upon the frozen ground
while red robed birds, they dance the round
At Ladies' hearth and Father's door
This Solstice wine I now do pour
Lord's of North they bring the gale
to carry smoke and chants of Hail!
The Flaming Lady brings me heat
While Hammer Handed now to greet
Lord of Seas to open wide
To bridge the worlds the wounds divide
Flowing forth with streaming love
Life's glowing waters from above
Now falling back upon the Earth
This drunkard's mind will spin in mirth
I watch the branch's perfect script
Writ in stars and midnight dipped
I've drunk with Gods and Ladies bright
And kept the Ways this solstice Night
- Chris Getz
to sing the songs and dance the rite
With bared blue skin and shiv'ring hand
I draw the blade to praise this land
By glowing flame and sparkling well
my humble prayers with You to dwell
I lay upon the frozen ground
while red robed birds, they dance the round
At Ladies' hearth and Father's door
This Solstice wine I now do pour
Lord's of North they bring the gale
to carry smoke and chants of Hail!
The Flaming Lady brings me heat
While Hammer Handed now to greet
Lord of Seas to open wide
To bridge the worlds the wounds divide
Flowing forth with streaming love
Life's glowing waters from above
Now falling back upon the Earth
This drunkard's mind will spin in mirth
I watch the branch's perfect script
Writ in stars and midnight dipped
I've drunk with Gods and Ladies bright
And kept the Ways this solstice Night
- Chris Getz
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