copyright cwmartin 2012

shall i
what is
left of me
the parts
naked dreams
talked about
in polite company
for fear
of offending
an unseen flock
that dresses in robes
of  self-righteous tenets
the alleys
little lost lambs
seeking a fix
of cocaine-like religion
heated in a spoon
with stained glass windows
by fiery pulpit words
that the rules
apply to them
as well as
at the stake

of this i believe…

all the words
and verses had not changed
he had said these words a thousand times
and a thousand times he said them with faith
but today
he felt as if he were just an actor
one waiting for godot
staring out into the sea of souls
some lost among the coral reefs of disbelief
seeking to find the beacon of truth
that would free them from themselves
too sure of what they knew
dawned pious smiles when he said
what they wanted to hear
they frowned at him
as he stood in the pulpit
he wondered
could he say those words
his faith intact
if they sensed his doubt
would they rise up from the pews
and proclaim him a heretic
or claim that their faith was undaunted
by what they had seen in the world
had they studied the word
as a lover studies their love
they would understand its history
but they do not know or care
who the scribes were
those founders of this society of believers
the codependency of this relationship
means he dares not tell them the truth
his cross would be that of the malefactor
who did not repent
but this man has done nothing
his questions have come with age
and studies to find true meaning
just to answer those daunting questions
formed from so many years of religious grief
wondering how men meeting in secret
could design and decide
on what was best for mankind
a committee
producing  sacred writings
marketing their beliefs as if for profit
he wonders am i now a non-believer
or am i like a lover
whose love has waned
over the years
progessing from insatiable passion
to a deeper love and understanding
or is this grounds
for divorce…

For those who wish to read the trigger for this, read: Non-Believing Clergy.

shoe shine…

brown ones
     black ones
makes no difference
     he’ll make them shine
been here on this corner
     most of his life
shining shoes
     for a dollar 25 and tips
some young folks
     walk by and turn their eyes away
     thinking he must be a fool
          shining the man’s shoes
but come sunday
     from the pulpit of his church
          he talks about what he’s learned
          bout folks who judge
                 but don’t want to be judged