logically dismissed…

since i had had
a couple
of
rather persistent
symptoms
i decided
to visit
my local physician
who
as
is most often
the case
was
not available
but
his
physician assistant
could
see me
after
discussing my concerns
it was pointed out
that
since
it had only happened
once
it probably wasn’t
necessary
to do
further testing
given
the symptoms
for the most part
had diminished
as i reviewed
this with aunt bea
i could see
she had an opinion
about
the whole event
aunt bea
said
of course
you can see the flaw
in that type
of
logic
right
since
death
only comes
once

 

dark chapters #5…

it is so very simple
tell them that
their
god
has chosen you
to provide the way
to salvation
never mind
that the price has
already been paid
those with guilt
great or small
will do anything
to relieve it
even if logic
tells them the opposite
of what you are saying
just say it like
you
believe it
and
they will follow
lambs following the bell
on a road that has no end
an imaginary cobblestoned path
of lies
used to free them
of the fear of their real lives
as well as
whatever wealth they might have
leaving them destitute
and broken
along this dusty road
of faith
when  souls
are parched
their thirst
can be easily
be quenched
by the devil’s chalice
of acrid faith
so that they
will forsake
the truth
and so it was
on the fifth day
of satan

die laughing…

Point-Counter Point Challenge:  For those of you have been following the challenges between Jade and I, you are aware that several challenges have taken place over the course of the last few months.  This time, the challenge was to be initiated by me and I decided to change the rules a little…well a lot.  Here’s how it works this time.  Each poet provides the other poet with  five quotations that must be addressed from the opposite point of view as the original quote.  So here we go…here is the first quote that Jade provided to me:  “If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh, otherwise they’ll kill you.” Oscar Wilde

die laughing…

the thin veneer
of laughter
disguised the crowds intent
for before this day
would be done
the poison of hatred
would pierce their skins
and flow like
quicksilver
into their veins
and they would
be transformed
into a mob
a serpent without a head
no logic nor reason
nor sense of right or wrong
just the urge to kill
to rise up against
the humor of reality
and grasp the throat
of truth
until its breath
is no more
and the deed
of murder
would be done
and truth
would have died
laughing