fear #4…

hounds of hell

pledges
of
allegiance
in pursuit
of 
singularity
whether
it be
religious
political
or
social ideas
have created
the greatest
nightmare
for all
those
covenant words
transform
even
the lambs
of
god
into
the hounds
of
hell
willing
to shred
even
the flesh
of
their own
offsprings
to feed
the lust
of
intolerance

 

 

predawn meditation #1…

predawn meditation_1

three am
and
i’m
contemplating life
that old
woulda’
shoulda’
coulda’
and
then
my thoughts 
turned to
the world
i live in
right now
what if
there were
no religions
no rationale
for
defending
some man-made doctrine
of
righteousness
and
who is righteous
no
umbrella of excuses
for
murdering
another human being
would we be
any more inhumane
than
we are now

 

 

unfinished bible verse…

unfinished bible verse

sorry
just ain’t
feeling
that good today
my bunions
are giving me
fits
not to mention
the shooting
last night
lord
the police
were out
in mass
and
descended
on those children
having
a street party
right outside
the church doors
fact is
it was
a church party
the pastor’s son
thought
it would be
a great way
to attract
community youths
but
it attracted
more
than youths
it was a magnet
for
the police
before you knew it
the pastor’s son
lie
in a pool
of
blood
ain’t that
something like
that story
of isaac
and
abraham
‘cept
with
a sad ending
and
no god
intervention

 

 

the last prayer…

this memorial day

ain’t never wondered
if
you were there
or
not
cuz’
i’ve been carrying
this
holy book
as
my shield
since
i was young
and
force fed
to believe
without
doubt
there
was
some higher
power
than man
as well as
purpose
for
my life
but
as
i’m saying
this final prayer
surrounded
by
the rotting flesh
of
innocent lives
i’m
just wondering
if
you’ve
ever
been
there

ideologues…

ideologues

belief is the foundation
of moral compromise
and to complicity 
to crimes against humanity

write offs…

write offs

haven’t you thought that
what you believe and accept
aren’t in harmony 
your pious teachings of love
and how you turn a blind eye

a den of thieves…

life's garment

the edges
of
the dream
have frayed
the finely
woven stories
of
youth
have
not
held up
over time
the rough surfaces
of
reality
have worn away
the protective
layers
of
myths
and
the religious strands
of
those
gospel weavers
and
preachers
who
now stand
indistinct
from
the sinners
they
warned
us
of
their robes
now bare
clear marks
of
truth’s whip
and
their hands
are dirtied
from
the coins
gathered
from
the temple floor
money changers
now
tell weavers
how
to run
the looms