Enraptured

Enraptured in the soul of souls

Of which each of us is part

Complete in the whole of wholes

Which is one with all that art

 

Connected to the thread of light

That runs through this moral frame

That shines on both wrong and right

And values king and beggar the same

 

Profound in nature yet undefined

Still in the source of sound

It lends its shape to states of mind

Thus is nowhere yet all around

Interference

I broke those that I tried to repair

Not knowing that they were fine as they were

That it wasn’t up to me to change them

My dreams were never theirs

They had their own

The best thing I could have done

Was to let them live as they wished to

To have my say then be silent

To honor their choices

And be happy when they were

Fear Cycle

What was here is lost and gone

Slipped into oblivion

What we fear goes ever on

Fed by pride its minion

So we rear what we shun

And keep clear the horizon

By holding down the sun

The Bath

The bath has turned cold

The taps coughs out ice blocks

Good for soaking nothing

If I was a six pack or tub of ice cream

It would be fine

If I wanted to be frozen for millennia

And wake up an artifact

I wouldn’t mind

As things are

I want the bath to melt me to liquid

To boil me to vapor

So that I can escape through a window

And rise to the sun

I Left You

 

I left you as certain stars leave the sky

Only to return on the darkest of nights

Because there was love there

 

I left you as a tear leaves the eye

Diminishing as it sheds a trail

Because there was love there

 

I left you my earth, my gravity

Because there was love there

And I was afraid of falling

Temptation

It was I who bit the snake and poisoned it

I who led Jesus to the whorehouse, under my arm,

And he who backed away

I laughed at him as I went in

I told him what he was missing

Told him it was cheap

Oh no, he said, the price is me

Now I sit beneath the tree

With the twice bitten apple

And wonder how things might have been

Had I acted otherwise

Nervous

 

The nerves are working,

Producing endorphins

The senses are heightened

Until they touch the sky’s ceiling

And bend back in again

Until nerve endings hang like jungle vines

Someone more experienced could swing from them and go far

How good they are at beating their chests

And picking ant holes clean

They know the jungle

And what to do when it rains

They have evolved to it

They have labored to become natural

Whereas I am still learning to walk hunched over

To stay calm when ticks are bitten from my fir

Bloodsuckers that they are

To climb the high trees without a tremble

Creation

Creation                                                                                                          

 

When God knew enough

He realized his nakedness

And created humanity to clothe him

Knowing no other form

She made mankind in her image

They all spoke the same language

But that was boring

So God muddled them

They fought among themselves

Because now they appeared different

‘We are one,’ God yelled down

But nobody listened

Because God seemed different, too

‘We only trust our own,’ they said

And so God was exiled from Eden

‘One day my children will grow up

And come to their senses,’

God said waiting for humanity to return

A Message to Men

 

 

Man must open his eyes to woman

See her completely

Hear her as though her voice was his

She too has strength, she too has feelings

Her voice is as valid

Her grievances as justified

She speaks not only for our mothers

And sisters and daughters

But for the part of us that cares for others

As we should care for her

For millennia too long

We have taken our weaknessess out on her

In our insecurity we have held her down

Because of our want of power

Our fear of sharing it

For Millennia too long

The weakest among us

Have held her down

And forced open her legs

Because our lust overpowers us

Or because we are too afraid of to earn her love

As natured intended

Are we man enough to admit

That we must do better by her

That it is up to us to challenge

Those who see her as nothing more than an object?

It is up to us to protect her power to choose

Who she sleeps with

Who she lets touch her

She is more than a body

She is our graceful companion

She is mighty and wise

And has survived her struggles with pride

Are we brave enough to stand in her light?

Are we man enough to be men

Who want women to be women?

Finding Yourself

Where do you go to find yourself? What map will take you there

When your compass is broken and you’ve been wondering in the wilderness for years?

The old paths stretched before you. They loop and lead straight back here.

Pride keeps you from admitting you are lost and in need of guidance.

That path seems too steep to climb.

It takes courage to leave behind the old ways

And break new ground.

To pull yourself over the obstacles

And discover how far and wide is the road that leads home

Where you are no longer a stranger.