What is the Colorless King?
The Colorless King, in its innocence, was a poem (right) that I wrote roughly a decade ago and has become much more. He is a character, all-knowing, all-suffusing, and at times nihilistic. The Colorless King is an umbrella mosaic where all human experience, philosophy, spirituality, theology and psychology converge into a kaleidoscope where Time becomes the oppressor and Love is its own destroyer and re-creator.
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As these pieces come in, and as you watch and listen, you will notice pieces of stories and characters coming into view, this is intentional. Much like life and knowledge, only pieces at a time are clear and understandable until one has amassed enough information that the puzzle becomes the picture. A picture is worth a thousand words; here are the words: The Colorless King.
The Colorless King
I am the product of vanity and dissolution,
A gnarled web of false identity retribution;
I am the Paraclete of Desolation
And my throne is broken.
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Fleeing from the cities, administrators, and boars
Whose halos I must scour to breathe,
I now tremble in the cold, dank pit from which I spit
Venom upon the shoes of lovely beasts
Who sing playfully of coveted things.
This is not privilege or honor,
This is the burden of no color – so why bother?
Now, I’ve lost myself, but I'm found by the Furies
Who laugh with me at venerable beauties;
I have a sick need for the tragedies of Love,
But my sword is dull from the hilt on up.
If God is here and present, I beg his forgiveness
For I’ve become a wanderer on the sands of Jericho
And the seas of wroth.
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Now, I kneel before the cross of a god that is gone
Pleading for rescue from a world not of my own.
Until you come for me in that white greyhound bus
I’ll be waiting impatiently for the soothing words of “sweet child hush”
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For the Bittersweet King
The Hateful King
The Powerless King
The Flowerless King
The Demonized King
The Endless King,
Who is singing to the guilty, the godless, the ashamed and dull,
"I have heard your call, for as
The patron saint of the fallen
I absolve you all!"
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O Father, no need for further correction,
For I am
The Colorless King
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