Wednesday, March 27, 2013

The Face of True Evil


true evil has no face,
it shifts and moves,
swaying back and forth
like grains of desert sand
in a gently blowing wind,
quietly infiltrating its way
into the minds and souls of those
in high and mighty places,
enticing and alluring;
irresistible;
the ultimate chameleon,
making changes so subtle
they are barely perceptible,
deception in the name of innocence,
taking shape without worry or care,
then disappearing like magic
into the thin night air;
yes,
true evil has no face,
it goes by many names;
eminent domain,
manifest destiny,
god and country,
true religion,
the chosen race,
national pride,
the final solution,
genocide;
to name a few;
and when it has come and gone,
none but a few even realize
it has passed their way
at all.
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Monday, March 25, 2013

Close


I awake at 3 in
the morning,
the dream still lingering,
the voices softly whispering;
I feel the disappointment,
I feel the sadness,
I feel the emptiness,
I feel the sorrow,
I always wanted to be someone
who made you proud;
but I never was.
now I run backhoes
and drive tractors,
pretending to be
something I am not,
accepting the pain,
ignoring the truth,
doing ‘manly’ things,
but still it’s not enough,
it will never be enough as
the voice inside screams:
“more,”
“more;”
eventually I will fail,
eventually I will quit,
eventually I will give up;
I always do,
I always have.

freedom is about
being free;
free from desires,
free from possessions,
free from fear;
freedom is about
being good enough
to walk away;
pretending it doesn’t matter,
doing without by choice;
not necessity;
freedom is about
being free from
everyone and
everything;
free from yourself.

the energy fades,
slipping away like air,
forever gone,
never to return,
the time is close now,
the day no longer rules,
things are different in
the darkness of this night,
light disappears,
feelings fade,
words have no place,
secrets of the heart
spill out;
the time is close.
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Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Mimi


storm clouds gather,
the final darkness awaits,
the time and the place
were never ours to choose;
in the quiet calm,
the past comes bubbling up,
Christmas and pearl necklaces,
lost among the rubble and ruins,
innocence and honor
victims of the maelstrom;
Mimi, you were never finer,
the seven-sevens never smoother,
the truth never better,
the night never longer;
rest well my friend.

Saturday, February 23, 2013

Right and Wrong


Everyone must submit himself to the governing authorities, for there is no authority except that which God has established. The authorities that exist have been established by God. Consequently he who rebels against the authority is rebelling against what God has instituted, and those who do so will bring judgment on themselves.   Romans 13:1-2

In America being poor is a death sentence,
in America your pocket book determines
the level of respect you receive;
in America you either love it
or leave it.

Sometimes it is forgotten
that this nation was founded by people
who didn’t ‘love’ it;
fighting a violent and bloody war
for their independence,
or that less than a hundred years later
the nation was torn in two
as brother fought brother,
it makes me wonder just who
the real patriots are,
those blindly accepting
whatever is thrown at them by a government
growing increasingly powerful and intrusive,
or those who question every policy and decision,
but to be perfectly honest;
I don’t care one way or the other.

This nation and this government are only
a result of what they are allowed to be,
by a God who created all things,
it does not have any more power, wealth or wisdom
than Rome or Greece or any of the other
great civilizations before it;
this nation exists only because
God wills it to exist.

In colonial days there were preachers
who stood up in their pulpits and declared
that those who didn’t ‘love’ being a British colony
should just leave,
many religious leaders of the day
branded Washington and others
as criminals and traitors,
but Washington and the revolutionaries won,
and winners, not losers, write history,
they won because it was God’s will,
plain and simple,
so be careful who you call a criminal,
or who you tell to love it or leave it,
because you just might find yourself
on the wrong side of God’s will,
unless you presume to know more
than God himself,
don’t get caught up in who is right
and who is wrong,
try not to take sides
in the affairs of men at all,
seek the will of the Lord first
and trust in Him without leaning
to your own understanding,
and remember His command for us all:

As the Father has loved me, so have I loved you. Now remain in my love. If you obey my commands, you will remain in my love, just as I have obeyed my Father’s commands and remain in his love. I have told you this so that my joy may be in you and that your joy may be complete. My command is this: Love each other as I have loved you. Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends. You are my friends if you do what I command. I no longer call you servants, because a servant does not know his master’s business. Instead I have called you friends, for everything I have learned from my Father I have made known to you. You did not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you to go and bear fruit – fruit that will last. Then the Father will give you whatever you ask in my name. This is my command: Love each other.                                    John 15: 9-17
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Sexual Shape Shifting


With a touch it begins,
like some magical
mysterious illusion,
becoming that
which could never be,
lying on soft fresh forest floors.
inside cool green universes,
where all that is real fades away,
shifting, shaping, changing into
perfect lovers in a perfect world;
gods among the majestic.

It is here I give you
the most precious gift
I have to give,
fulfilling your deepest secret desires,
that which no one has seen
but me.
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something else


for you I become
something else,
something more,
something new,
fresh and alive,
creatures without a past,
stories with no tomorrow.
you take me into worlds
never before touched,
places unknown,
beyond flesh and thought,
past barriers and genders,
it is here we hide,
seeking sanctuary from
a world of violent fools,
waiting for the storm to pass,
listening for the sound
of dreams played out;
for you alone
I become something else.

outside they wait,
desperately trying to penetrate
the darkness within,
but they never will,
they never can,
it is far beyond all they
will ever know,
more than they will
ever comprehend.
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Friday, February 15, 2013

Small Minds


Small minds look for weakness
wherever they can find it,
it makes them bigger
than they really are,
more than they will ever be,
searching for a home
that never was,
wandering like roaming gypsies
across desert plains;

mindless,
aimless,
doomed.

Time is not a friend,
it takes until there is nothing left,
leaving no trace,
destroying everything
in its path,
without witness,
without hope.

The enemy waits within,
silently ready,
alarmingly knowing,
gnawing away,
a growing whisper,
an unknown touch,
a dark, mindless shadow,
“just a little farther” it hisses,
just one more
momentary lapse longer,
just one small break in protocol,
better safe than sorry,
sooner or later
it comes to us all;
time is not a friend.

Small minds never journey
past the mistakes,
trapped by the insecurity,
lost within the fear;
forever stuck in the glue.
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