yes i know…

yes i know

his voice
harsh
and
filled with
fiery venom
blazoned
that
i
was
guileless
and
that
this world
was full of
hateful people
cognitive clones
heeding
pointless creeds
that undermine
all
humanity
by
acts of coordinated cruelty
self-appointed saints
wrapped
in their self-righteous shroud
of holy words
words
authored by
men
to justify
personal
and
socialized sins
claims
i could not
deny
deity or not
i still elect
to believe
that love
and
hope
are
the embers
needed
to light
the bonfires
to guide
our journey
if
such
beliefs
be naive
then
guileless
i
be

life’s angels…

life's angels

most often
as not
they don’t
speak up
but
hold up
when
the weights
too great
helping
to bear
the unbearable
kicking stones
from
life’s path
to prevent
a stumble
but
never saying
you must go
this way
letting the soul
explore
until
it finds
the
path

with the aim of compelling the surrender…

with the aim of compelling the surrender

small lesions
in faith
have begun
to
expand
the tissue
of routine existence
is beginning
to show symptoms
of
damage
dinner prayers
are
sometimes
not said
nightly devotions
are
rarely said
on bended knees
expressions
of thanks
to god
cannot
be heard
above the wails
of pain
as
shrapnel
pierces the flesh
it is
difficult
to believe
when
belief
is
under siege
by
mankind