nonabrasive…

nonabrasive

you nod
your head
when
we speak
but
you don’t hear us
that
painful look
of
understanding
on
your face
won’t
be
your saving grace
it
just shows
that
how
we speak
makes you
believe
you know
something about us
fictitious facts
drawn
from all those
historical
stereotypes
but
you
don’t know
us
the subdued sounds
of
our voices
conceal much
and
only
reveal
what
we wish
to be seen
verbal
camouflage
masking out
the sound
of
a fuse
that’s
already
been
lit

thoughts from old nick’s santa….

thoughts from old nick's santa

such
an
old temptation
lust
lying dormant
in most
the whole year long
until
that
ceremonial
religious holiday
when
kissing
coveted
neighbors
and
friends
under
the mistletoe
and
indulgent requests
for
needless gifts
reveals
its presence
in
the human heart
oh
some would say
it’s
harmless frivolity
nothing
more
surely
nothing
abhorrent
to which
i
must reply
is
a lustful
lie

you’ve missed the bus…

you've missted the bus

man’s greatest madness
those delusions of grandeur
streets paved with pure gold
those seventy-two virgins
there’s no blissful ecstasy
no choir of angels singing
oh you had your chance
but you failed to realize
that the heaven sought
was the warmth of children’s hands
smiles and laughter of old friends
and sweet scents of early spring

timeliness is next to godliness…

timeliness is next to godliness

as usual
he
was late
for
his ascension
that
had been
scheduled
for four
but
because
of
a very
profitable
business deal
he
was late
expressing
his sincere
apologies
to
the attending
angel
who
told him
in
a somewhat
cheerful voice
to
step onto
the escalator
preoccupied
with pride
he
failed
to notice
its
downward
direction

at heaven’s gate…

at heaven's gate

the old monk
bent
from years
of
life’s trials
reached heaven
entering its gates
he passed a note
to
the gatekeeper
which read
is michael here
of course
was the reply
to which
the gatekeeper added
since
you’ve reached heaven
there’s no need
for
your vow of silence
so
feel free
to speak
and
ask
any of life’s deepest questions
with
a feeble voice
not used
in almost a century
the old monk
inquired
do you think he’ll teach me
that
moonwalk thing

pennies from heaven…

pennies from heaven

now let me get this straight
heaven
has
streets of gold
and
one hell of a dating
service
for martyrs
so
explain to me
why
the only things
the divine
is willing
to
share
as
a blessing
upon
faithful  servants
is
some stale bread
and
pennies

make your own decisions…

making your own decisions

got no angels
to
talk
to
today
just
the old man
down
the street
holding
a brown bag
talking
about
how jesus
has
saved
his soul
can’t understand
how
some
homeless
souls
can see
the wonders of heaven
among
the city’s sweepings
for
i’ve lost
such
visions
or
perhaps
best
labelled
fantasies
life
does that
to
some of us
the veneer of promises
is
stripped away
by
reality
leaving us
with
the bare
roots
of
life’s truths
but
you don’t need
to
listen
to my words
for
that
would be
another case
of
blind
belief