​human deceptions…

death’s eyes
are
always
upon you
following your
every move
even as you
try to conceal
the festering scars
of
your soul’s desires
desires
hidden beneath
the veneer
of your
sunday morning prayers
and
humble demeanor
a demeanor
worn like a bloodied shroud
carried through
the holy temple
of all mankind
a smiling death
watches
your performances
applauding
when accolades
are bestowed
upon you
knowing full well
the doors
of hell
await
you
when its kiss
draws
your
last breath

from a mighty fortress…

tell me
what time
will
the angels
of god
descend
from behind
the walls of jericho
and
save this world
from
mankind
taking up
into their arms
a child
of
god
a child
to be given
new life
when
will they arrive
and shall that be
the time
when
the saints
join in song
filling the air
like a thousand
black birds
whirling
above the sadness
we’ve known
for all
too long
when
oh
when
will the angels
arrive
making
the earth
truly
alive

Poem Inspired by Spritual Standards Quinta: Markus Burger (Piano) & Jan Von Klewitz (Saxophone)

Background Music:  A Mighty Fortress is Our God

measuring…

the paint’s
worn off
where your fingers
carefully
calculated
what would be needed
to complete
the job
but
how many hours
were counted
as you made it
take shuffling steps
in and out
of its case
as you
sat
waiting
for
the union bosses
to
punch your card
granting
you
right of passage
to
the job site
and
to
moments of hope
hope
for a better life
for
those you love
better
than
yours
you
the poor
and
unwanted
immigrant seed
cast upon
this nation’s
desert sands
and
told
to grow
without water

basic neurology 101…

as i left
my office
the brown bag prophet
stopped me
and
said
it appears
the new hud secretary
has damage
to his
dorsolateral prefrontal lobe
cuz
the man
just referred
to slaves
as
immigrants
now
with
such logic
and
i
use that term
loosely
slave ships
were
merely
one star cruise liners
with
a bad chef
flogging
was
just
an
overzealous
tickle
branding the flesh
of
another human being
was
a sign
of
sincere
committment
to
the relationship
and
lynchings
were
an unappreciated
path
to heaven’s golden gates
where life
would be wonderful
hell
this man
is
a saint
well
you’ll
have to use
his logic
to understand
what
i
really mean

that takes a lot of balls…

that-takes-a-lot-of-balls

the brown bag prophet
was holding
a handwritten sign
that read
support the travel ban
and
balance the budget
since
i failed to see
the relationship
i inquired
yet
once again
as to
his
signage rationale
he said
look
every time
their
chosen leader
goes to
his
resort
in florida
it costs american taxpayers
around
3 million dollars
or
more
we
have to pay for
his
security and staffing
not sure
what his staff
does
other than
serve as his golf partners
but
anyway
given his three weekenders
already
this month
hard-working americans
have spent
roughly
$10 million
for those hardly-working
junketeers
if
congress enacted
a travel ban
we could put
one hell of a dent
in the deficit
by
year’s end
and
for those
1 in 7
hard-working adults
children
and
seniors
who can’t afford
golf shoes
we could provide
10 meals
for
every dollar saved
truly
making america
great again
by
dealing with
hunger
here