Hope

Obstinate hope festers in my side,

breaking the abyss with pinholes of light;

involuntarily lightening a cavity formerly comforted

by familiar aches pregnant and ripe.

Beast of Burden

Give in to it

Embrace it

warm musty and tacky

an entity unto itself

Lust.

Granted entry on a pheromone cloud

Ripe with slow thunderous burn and chimes

Yet …

worthless unless

invited by love…

Indoctrinated Chattel... (2013 re-write)

Driven by skillful shepherds,

willfully distracted without sense enough 

to bleat in protest at our plight; 

suckled on greedy teats, 

programmed with an insatiable drive for MORE of what gratifies NOW; 

domesticated brute animals corralled by commoditized liberties and distractions...

We are led...

...while the Awakened shout and whimper 

at the universe.. the fates.. the muses and Gods old and new, that allowed “will”, so abused by man

to poison the garden.

Discordant dinner bells sound, 

as troughs are cleared for never ending servings of 

ephemeral solutions and transient truths;

the tin bell rings hollow,making whores of us all…

as we give locusts cause for envy.

Next... the “Spark” will fall victim - 

one last sacrifice to the god atheists worship 

in bacchanalian and indulgent intellectual rites...

till nothing is left 

save genetically modified 

soulless cannibalistic consumers...

without divinity...

hopeless.

Transient Passion
Drive-thru part time passion, ephemeral affections

Tin bells that ring false and hollow making whores of us all…

Brute animals… we strive for more of what gratifies NOW

Ignoring the greater prizes to be won…

Loyalty, unconditional love, friendship, understanding and acceptance…

Cruel Fates… to distract us with transient emotion

What use is it perpetuating the species if Love is truly lost?

Attraction was a gift… a reward for accepting and loving unconditionally;

When did this become base… evolving into soulless lust… meaningless by itself save the inevitability of losing one’s soul to "animalistic" tendencies?

The awakened shout and whimper at the universe.. the fates.. the muses and Gods old and new.. that allowed “will”… to poison the garden.

Next... the “Spark” will fall victim...only to be bled out of the population.. as one last sacrifice to the God atheists worship in bacchanalian and indulgent intellectual rites... 

We are not meant to be alone…

Incubated in our mother’s womb..

We are enshrouded, kept warm and nourished.

Born into the world, we are protected by parents and community.

Surrounded by other children; our senses are inundated with the newness of the world….and
the unspoken promise of the continuity of our sense of joy, innocence and unquestioned belonging…

It is only once the Veil of Ignorance has been lifted, when the Garden’s Curse first confronts us
with a sense of “self” - that we begin to separate from those around us…

Remade as “me” and all else “other”…

Falsely lead into believing “independence” is “freedom”

We strike at the astral cord that binds us all…

And find ourselves wondering why we are morally and spiritually adrift… without purpose;
groundless sheep shorn of the invulnerability and protection
once provided by their innocence and innate ability to love and be loved…

We spend the rest of our lives looking for an elusive “other half”…

Looking to recreate the unconditional security of the womb…

We are not meant to be alone…merely stuck with flesh and bone...our minds our prisons.

Ego and “self awareness” stoic sentinels block what might and should be freely given;

Fear and Regret , demanding and distracting… plague weakened minds with the certainty that in the end… despite what is “meant”… we all die alone, unloved, unknown, and irrelevant.