the cube…

at first
i was unaware
of
its existence
my universe
seemed
endless
filled
with
colorful nebulae
but
all too soon
the black and white
ceiling and walls
came into view
what
i thought
was
freedom
was
no more than
an elaborate cage
where
each passageway
lead to another enclosure
like
stages of life
where
opportunities
appear to be viable
but
the black & white veins
of
each
soon revealed
the outline
of
the next cube
and
the limits
it
imposed upon me
as
i’ve grown older
i’ve learned
to avoid
the more fatal traps
that
have taken the lives
of
others
i’ve seen
on my journeys
outside
of my
designated cube
i’ve also
learned
how to survive
on my own
not
depending on the myth
of
equality
so now
i rest
my feet
firmly planted
on
the floor
of life
that no doubt
will soon
give
way

with apologies to john 16:33…

i built this tree-house
from which
i can
observe
the heavens
and
the earth
without
worldly influence
except for
the occasional bee
or
sounds emanating
from
the pears
i’ve harvested
and
dine upon
it’s
an excellent place
to resolve
issues
of the soul
a soul
that grows
so weary
of hypocrites
and
bullies
those
self-selected strawmen
suckling on society
all the while
protesting to be
our
savior
deliverer
from all evil
as well as
all the cash
we may have
lying around
and
although
their derelict dreams
dominate
the national cartoon networks
i am of good cheer
for next year’s
another
election year