Radiant
(does not encapsulate
the bursting of
color –
whimsical violet
mysterious crimson
pure, innocent gold
shards of light
pouring out of the clouds
with a unanimous chorus
of song
showering the sky
like sprinklers in the summer
beckoning the sun
hastening the perfection
of sunrise
and a new)
Morning.
The Eagle’s long outgrown the nest
Leaving it in a state of unrest
Hopelessly pampered
Disgustingly hampered
hiring others to do the dirty work it couldn’t do itself
speaking of all the help it’s doing the world
to watch our children
not outlast the fight that The Monster has created
…And They’re cleverly maintaining facade among
words of patriotic significance,
while star-spangled eyes lift
hopefully to a piece of cloth with dye
hopefully (??) this can help to make a better world
(we doubt but we want more)
and stop the steady onslaught of death and time
lingering on our alcohol-tainted breaths
and our choked-up arteries;
we hold the key to hurt and pain
staring at the screen and agreeing
(and yet we doubt – secretly)
with the obviously obscene reminders that we are
no longer wishing for escape -
just wishing for the faithful reminder
that not all we say and do
will last longer than us
and using it as a sordid excuse
to throw punches wildly in the dark
at Madame Justice
(but will that bring your children back?)
sensing that she won’t send them back
O, so confused yet Pious!
These comprise all our chorus
of patriotic saints and hidden cowardice
Who started the rain that fell today?
Or told the clouds to form this way?
Or sets the sun upon its throne
And guides the moon back to its home?
Who flips the light that causes stars?
Or makes wind sing with all its bars?
Who causes mountains to gently wake
Or commands the earth to violently shake?
Who placed His hand within the sea
To cause these waves to lap at me?
Or divides the air with His strong hand
Giving lightning a place to land?
The raging ocean spurts and foams;
The howling wind forever roams;
The gentle spring light from above
Will whisper softly of His love.
The stars will shine with all their might,
But hardly break the darkest night;
The sun will boil and burst with fire,
But cause humans only to perspire.
Who started the rain that fell today?
The answer? All earth can surely say.
(Romans 1:19-23)
I could say you’re flawless
till I’m blue.
I could say I love you
believe me!
It’s always true.
Always!
Beauty’s your middle name
But you just can’t see it.
Shed a pound,
Lose your soul.
Shed a tear,
break my heart.
I could say you’re perfect
it’s not fair
I could tell you I’m jealous
…that’s something
You can’t bear.
Grab your magazine,
Please… don’t let them show you
your “flaws”.
Don’t let them rule your mind.
They don’t
let go.
They’re fake,
Plastic!
You’re not like them.
Photo-shopped models with paper hearts.
Because you… you’re a gem.
Be limitless
and unchained
Cages are for animals
Diets are for obese people
Can’t you see the light?
You are neither!
So stop it.
Please don’t lose sight
of yourself.
Believe me!
Beauty’s your middle name,
Please see it!
Please… see yourself how I do.
Come back to your senses!
I’m afraid of losing you.
I’ve erased you.
I’ve erased your pictures.
I’ve erased your pictures from
my phone.
my camera.
my computer.
I’ve forgotten you.
I’ve forgotten your touch.
I’ve forgotten your touch on
my hand.
my face.
my life.
I’m not bitter.
I’m not upset.
I’m not crushed.
I’m just…
…standing up again.
goodbye.
Is it safe to dream?
It seems not.
Dreaming is how this all started.
Flirting with temptation
earned David his wounds
and Saul his loss.
Is it safe to wish?
I wish it were.
But birthday candles burn out
And stars are not what they seem
when the bright light fades
and the black hole wins.
Is it even safe to think?
I think…. therefore I am–or become?
For a thought becomes action
And ten thousand words besides
drifting like a body
in a world full of broken promises.
Well then: I shall keep this to myself…
Or forget just as soon.
This weight, his weight, I bear alone
This heart, my heart, is set in stone
A kite is caught within the tree
But neither longs it to be free
It blows in the wind -
And no one can even see
Oh yes, ah yes, I’ll smile again
Oh yes, at best I’ll have a friend
It seems this kite is quickly wearing
Its colored fabric soon be tearing
It gets older upon each day
No longer sweetly has its bearing
“I’m fine” “I’m fine” will oft be heard
“I’m fine” this kind offers no other word
A kite is caught within this tree
But neither knows it to be free
Its pain is the wind -
There is a better kite than me
This weight I bear alone... No longer sweetly has its bearing.
Aha! The unskilled surgeon
Has come again at last!
“Hello, miss. Remember me?
I’ve frequented your past.”
Cruel surgeon, be assured
The pain is now receding
But long ago you sewed me up
And I have not stopped bleeding.
“Ah, complications, yet again!”
He bears his crooked smile.
“Without some prompt attention
Your blood mingles with bile.”
No bitterness ever could I want,
So surgeon, do your best!
I wish this bleeding to be done
and my heart to be at rest.
(All shall pass, All shall pass
The strong shall wither and fade like grass)
Odedipus was a true hero indeed!
Helping his subjects in both word and deed
A kingly man in all of his glory
and this is his sad and fruitless story
He married his mother,
Promoted her brother,
Slew his own father
And found it a bother
Had children (it’s true
Which disturbs me and you)
Found all the lies out
Gouged both his eyes out
Led his kingdom astray…
And at the end of the story
he hobbled away.
Don’t haste the day
The line is crossed
From innocents to men;
For once the day
Has finally passed
It shall not come again.
