mother knows best…

her
maternal voice
mused
as if
telling a ghost story
warned
not
to unwrap
the white shroud
encasing
yesterday’s body
they should
accept
their personalized gospel
no need
to unravel
and
inspect
the blood stained
fabric
with
it’s
image
of
truth
why
risk
losing the ransomed lives
they’ve lived
ransom
so carefully
paid for
with
lies

 

islands…

copyright cwmartin 2012

just
out of reach
of your sanity
you will find
the truth
it’s
lying there
between
consciousness
and
death
in the corner
where
you’re
afraid to go
oh
you’ve known
where it was
known
what it was
the fruit of knowledge
but
you’ve elected
to ignore it
afraid
to take a bite
afraid
of the sight
that the truth
would bring
so
you hold
on tight
to your fig leaf
of fantasy

outside…

copyright cwmartin 2011

hold fast
if you wish
to the rusted chains
that anchor you
to your haven
of self-certainty
and denial
for outside
the sacred stones
that line the walls
forming the port
is a sea of knowledge
it may be best
that you stay
and
not sail these waters
for this sea
has been known
to swallow
a mind
like yours
whole