even when…

even when

his prayers
never
saved
a single soul
nor
kept death
from
the doors
of
those he loved
his
devotions
to
the divine
were
his hopes
offered
to
his
beliefs
not
to
any one god
just
a simple contract
with 
himself
so as
to
have a reason
for
awakening

 

 

impressionism…

impressionism

as the rusted
chains of belief
anchor truth
to the bottom
on the seabed
of despair
evil
moves
down
main street
with strong strides
never
diverting its eyes
from the prize
a mind
willing to accept
the smelted
and
refined
ether
of the divine
now
cast into
a golden calf
those
neatly bound pages
of man’s perceptions
of god’s
law

don’t tread on me….

don't tread on me

now
the old man
knew
that the privacy
of a person’s
holy book
was more
sacred
than
the prophecies
or
prophets
who wrote it
folks
were
more than
willing
to go to war
and
kill others
to protect
the intimacy
of words
from
the divine
and
all
the shared secrets
enclosed within
so
that’s
where
he hid
his gin

for a fee…

that tarnished
halo of yours
can be repaired
whether you’re
a recovering alcoholic
a mass murder
or a politician
it really doesn’t matter
our ad agency
and attorneys
can do the job
we of course start
with you
finding god
one appropirate
to the country of origin
setup some
commerical prayers
where the public
can inadvertently
see you
and
with the right
lighting
we recreate
your halo
add a divine
voice
or two
and
you’re
an instant
saint
of
course
for
a
fee