21st Century Freedom

The media inoculates us against our humanity

feeding us fear

while we starve in the streets

begging for a just rain. 

We embrace immediate gratification while

crying to forgotten gods

of unconditional equanimity

Our lights dimmed

we seek the hollow promise of 

shiny things

while with learned and earnest petitions for "more"

we've lost our way 

and forgotten how to pray

Herded cattle we chew our own bones 

witless and incapable of marveling at the loss of our humanity

Gaily contented with our "freedom" to do so. 

Morphic Resonance

The urge remains to laugh, lean upon, embrace and 

share all things... 

Haunted 

morphic resonance of psychic buttresses 

long since and unfortunately,

corroded, remade, ghostly, insubstantial, rusted and thin;

Shadows cast by absence seem greater, 

perhaps falsely, 

than the matter missed;

and yet,

the Shadows remain, following with velveteen eyes, 

watchful and unseen;

Ever the reminder of holes created by a loss once 

forsworn - impossible.

Fallacious Righteous Indignation

You set the stage

Poisoned the well

Turned your coat

Caused the rage

Projected the blame to save yourself

while basking in the fallacious righteousness of 

your deluded assertions...

Bite your swollen tongue

and choke on the lies you tell yourself and sell to others

Pity that... 

for every pleasure you take

in the control you assert

you become the antithesis of who you thought you were

an unintended metamorphosis...

awaiting the inevitability of karmic retribution

in this life or the next.

Unnamed Ennui

Sitting on my hands

“Painting by numbers”

Waiting for the lines to bleed

Eden

Take me where the ego dies
and "I" never flies
out of the plump mouths of
reluctant narcissists…
where muzzled witnesses can rise,
breath the ever green air
and live without desire or shame
in communion with creation;
for "I "would be "we"
betwixt aether and earth
sinless
green and rooted once more.

Justify

We opened the Vault

and road the Flood

gathered streams

and split the Firmament...

till Obatala’s gold glistened on the waters

and Pan Gu shed the mantle;

till Gaea blossomed

and Saturn brought knowledge of death;

till Sprits of Ra bequeathed life and hearth,

the Moon enthralled Venus

and the Heavens cried Stars;

till splitting and thus multiplied

We made

you

and

waited...

for a reason.

Reluctant Sentinel

Neither want

nor need

nor think you deserve;

Simply be...

exist and observe.

The child in the corner sees all.

This Silense...

There is silence ….

Comforting and pacific,

the sort born of familiarity and contentment,

a still balm on the soul of its occupants;

twins in a womb

embraced by unspoken understanding and 

congenial acceptance

… and then there is Silence

Deafening disconcerting and calamitous

Filled with a kinetic lethal psychic noise

Ripe with fears spawned from the unknown;

an endless abyss of cerebral monstrosities,

creeping, lithe and sharp things

crawling from the dark side of 

Pavlovian lessons learned unintentionally.

Sitting in proximity, yet worlds apart

I can’t help but wonder,

mental fly swatter in hand,

… which silence is This?

Satellite

Looking at earth’s reflection on the dark side of the moon

I swallowed your pride

A satellite

Anywhere I would have followed you

But seasons with your orbit changed

You should know what you’re running from...