​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

welcome to the new living church…

welcome to the new living church

on sundays
she spoke
in tongues
shaking
adjacent pews
with her
full framed figure
flailing
in all directions
like
a california earthquake
often
catching
the first pew
first-timers
surprised
and
scurrying
for
their cellphones
to solicit
medical assistance
but
she
always
maintained
enough control
to keep
at least
one eye
on the new
young handsome pastor
and
one hand free
for
the occasional
repositioning
of her
newly purchased
sunday-go-to-meeting
feathered
red
hat