Category: Poetry

Mind Games

How’s the able kid fetch in’?

Labels, all labels. Mistletoe.

Compliments and games.

Wine and cheese. Bread and

Water would be better, for

Most people, like me. Chocolate!

Unable to resist. They know this.

They have you wrapped around

Their little finger. Come! Find

The ambrosia you have been

Denied. The gods declare it so.

Find me in the clouds. Find time

To socialize. A meek perusal,

Nothing big, just a few hundred

Returning soldiers. Nothing

To worry about. And if there was

Anything amiss, we’ll keep things

Under wraps for now. I’m sure

You understand. A happy man

Is just one that never gets caught.

The Gathering of Servants

Large needs sometimes

Bridge gaps, between those

Who would not otherwise

Socialize. Needs bring together

All classes, races and ages

Of those who aspire to be servants

To their Lord, by lowering

Themselves to the lowest of the

Low. Who will be first?

Which Bucket Are You In?

Accept some beef or pork versus

Chicken or fish, what’s the

Difference? Black or white,

Man or woman, anything!

…

It’s all the same, the world is full

Of plurality, variety, so many.

Why is it so hard for us to open

A place to everyone? Such a

…

Painful process, for all involved.

And the powerful don’t seem to

Merit their position, sometimes.

Damn it, just call it like it is!

…

Why can’t we be rational,

See it like it is, not as our bigotry

Twists it into being? It’s so

Simple, yet so hard to convince

…

People who think the same way

We do, but maybe not. Maybe,

There is money running the show,

Behind the scenes, naturally.

…

Like lobbyists bearing gifts

To government officials, maybe

Bishops are concerned about

Wealthy parishioners. Who knew?

My Covenant Prayer

I used to make plans,

To dream, to covet things,

To see myself in powerful places,

But now, I want to be

Wherever you put me,

With whom it is,

Even if it is so painful,

That I can barely stand it

(You have been there),

Even if I am unemployed,

Or employed for you, only,

At the bottom of a pit,

With not much to live on

(Sometimes it seems that way),

Or feeling lost, abandoned,

Meaningless, wandering,

With no purpose,

I give you all that I have.

We belong to each other.

I rely on you for everything.

Let this earthly covenant

Be ratified in heaven.

Amen.

Snow

Regular feelings flow slightly over space

Between our bodies we know there is

Something real, we don’t know what.

Does it matter if we don’t understand the

Mysteries of love and pain, commitment

And betrayal? I have seen the sun set on

My hopes and dreams. I have sensed the

Turning flow of the seas. The moon basks

Our dancing in between each rain drop,

Reflecting each star, proving that every

Night brings a close to a journey, and

Every sunrise brings new energy, another

Chance to redeem oneself from the blood

That stains our hands. Wash me white as

Snow.

Perfection

Intimate numbing of the minds a creative

Return to the clock strikes early too much

Peanut butter toast will fill your belly on

Old bread, but whole grain, mind you, if

The body strikes the notch skill might

Let’s go fishing from the pier at the back

Of our most scary imagination in the spot

Where we throw it all in the blender we

Hope something good will come of it but

Nothing ever does we keep on, not quite

Realizing the insanity of it all, the tiny bit

Morphs into the demon on your shoulder,

It clings, it sings, it whispers things that

Might disturb you, with a healthy set of

Wings, in a life of purity, of paradise, of

No stress or money. So, what do you do,

In this new found string of past times and

Experiential happenings, a couple stings,

For the family winged way to perfection

Thinking In A Box

Absurd recollections of injustice

The high reject the low,

Declaring themselves more worthy

To sit on the left and right

Of God’s mighty throne.

Ignorance can somehow pierce

The best of educations.

Lawyers, doctors, police officers,

Who is the real threat

To freedom? Is it a majority

Of closed minded people in

Strategic positions of power,

Or maybe young people

Who mostly vote with passion,

But sometimes short on

Experience? Making people think

Is the hardest thing to teach.

Ending In Sight

Trough living, hay ride diving.

We want to take it fast, over the edge,

Take us to a fall, we, let’s just say I,

Want to fall, fall, fall, into nothingness.

No one will care anyway. You can leap

From the old, rickety carriage,

As it plunges to land on top of us.

The struggle does not mean death.

It is a delivery from all the bullshit of life.

We all run into that occasionally, right?

I just want to escape, for the cease and

Desist of life to mark an ending to the

Pain. We just need a little help.

A Detestable Creature

God Nothing, Stands down for me.

Owing nothing, just the same,

I make a buried claim for nonsense

To be meaning for my mind,

Medicine for my soul.

In the end I cry out,

Why have you done this to me?

Put me here without a clue,

Trapped underneath the weight

Of my self-consciousness,

Losing every day,

More and more, my will to live,

My simple willingness to reach out,

My trust in my fellow human being,

My capacity to feel secure,

In anyone else’s presence,

In my own thoughts, a terror,

To be known, experienced,

In the company of innocents,

For I consider myself a crudely shaped,

Ugly imposter, whose only justice

Is to be tortured to death,

A truly shameful act,

For a shameless, detestable creature.

Fooling Nobody

Lost mermaids sing of trains running

Above the sea on bridges in bays by seas.

Longing for a ride the side of thanks and

Emblems salutes the coming of the dawn.

Following the sound of deep sadness, the

Innocent children evaluate the legislation

Passed by fools and other rulers who

Doubt the effectiveness of the existing

Heads of state. Humbugs and grouches,

Grinches and dragons, and other funny

Dinosaurs come to grips with the fact

That the end is coming fast, so they

Better do something quickly. Same song,

Different dance. They are fooling nobody.