dubious…

what do you believe
do your words hold your true self
or are they hollow
do you seek to understand
or just confirm opinions

 

 

the last prayer…

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

if i don’t die before i wake…

hands upon dry earth
dredging for some signs of life
something to believe
hope’s offer for tomorrow
some small reason to arise
the why for opening eyes

 

 

enlightenment…

he talks
as if
yesterday
did not
exist
and
ignores
what
tomorrow may bring
everything
is
about today
or
as he says
the
now
so
yesterday’s wounds
that
have no pain
today
will
kill him
tomorrow

shadow boxing…

was taught that the truth
would always land winning blows
but lies are shadows
so impossible to strike
ends up just an exercise

 

 

are you being served….

can you wrap
your
mind
around
your
own death
that
moment
when
you
no longer
exist
and
all those
platitudes
of
eternal life
are
put to the test
now
no longer
esoteric
pulpit
biblical proclamations
but
your
attempted
entry
into
the unknown
as
an undocumented
refugee
of
life
what
will
your
border crossing
be
like
will you be held
in
a detention shelter
with
only
the most basic
of
perpetuity’s needs
death’s
version
of
mylar emergency blankets
or
will you
have
to
wait
outside
in
some enclave
on
the border
for
lost souls
awaiting
your
service number
to
be called
and
processed
oh
i’d answer
these
questions
but
none
of
the dearly departed
have
answered
my
emails

 

 

shadows that make bumps in the night…

there are
three
shades of shadows
the black ones
we
all know
subservient
to
the wills
of
others
some
may know
the gray ones
that
blend
into
the landscape
of
society
but
few
know
of
the
white shadows
shadows
that
can control
the
physical environment
making
trees to bend
and
humans
to
dance
like
puppets
on
a string
they are
the
shadows
of
history
oh
not
those
visible
in textbooks
but
those traced
in
invisible ink
on
the pages
of
our lives
shadows
that
have
defined us
and
steer the course
of
tomorrow

 

 

late arrival…

had you come here before
you would have found your soul
but life detours much of truth
sending many on journeys
that have no destination

 

 

so what’s the difference…

so
here’s
the thing
i’m gonna be
dead
soon
without
any
written
or
signed
guarantee
by
all parties
concerned
about
what
does
or
does not
happen
next
that
to me
is
not
the
promised afterlife
but
what
i’ve been
living
for
years

freedoms flaws…

believes they care
but they don’t
believes they’ll change
but they won’t
beliefs that blind