beyond the city lights…

beyond the city lights

places
hidden places
places
without names
or
ways to return to
where
the smell of spring
lingers
in uncut grass
and
meadow flowers
where breathing
was
easy
and
footsteps
fell silent
on dirt roads
sounds
heard
small birds
and
a choir
in an old
country church
hymns
from voices
that
have long passed away
to
other places
also
hidden

honey put your wig hat on…

now when you hear
old gabriel
blow his horn
don’t you
mess around
trying
to avoid
your
judgement day
just
spruce up
a little bit
and
don’t you have
one of your
hissy fits
won’t do
no good
so just
admit to your
good times
and
casually
mention
the bad ones
so as to
show
the folks upstairs
you ain’t no fool
and
quite willing to repent
tho the hour’s
done run late
to
make your case
for
heaven
but
as people
often say
every little bit helps

entry-level advice…

signs...

any
final words
that should be heard
to commemorate
the empty life
you’ve lived
perhaps
a comment
or
two
of how you
ignored
your conscience
in lieu of
personal gain
oh i know
it’s a common refrain
but
i just thought
you could clarify
how to be bought
for those seeking
to replicate
your splintered existence
such
devious ways
are rarely recorded
as a
firsthand account
generally
some biographer
cleans the whole story up
removing all the
juicy parts
for
historians
are the whitewashers
of society
who make the vision
of heaven
not only palatable
but
perceived as
possible
and
i have
heard
that
employment of historians
is projected
to grow
6 percent
from
2012
to
2022
of course
that depends on
who’s elected
when
and
where
it could
become
a highly sought after
profession

could we rock the walls of jericho …

could we rock the walls of jericho

play the music
heard as a child
melodies floating
on summer hours
while we
foolishly stare
into the sun
daydreaming
of loves to come
stumbling forth
sunblind
onto
tomorrow’s path
eyes squeezed tight
so as to
refine the focus
only to find
the blindness
to be permanent
we cannot
see
evil
so we
continue to sing
what many
called
foolish songs
of faith
wondering
all the while
if our voices
could be heard
inside the walls
of heaven