dark ages renaissance…

the brown bag prophet
said
given
the current list
of
plagues
and
school board meetings
resembling
the spanish inquisition
i fully expect
that
we’ll soon
have
the great
teachers witch trials
complete
with
teachers
firmly tied
to
tetherball poles
surrounded
by
a stack
of burning
banned books
books
banned
for their
revealing the truth
about our
illustrious forefathers
you know
the ones
that massacred
native americans
and
enslaved others
for purely
selfish reasons
their own
financial gain
and
unfettered power
lord knows
we can’t have children
knowing the truth
such truths
might hurt
their mental status
making them
feel guilty
and
limiting
how many of them
that will be
willing
to commit
similiar crimes
in
the future
and
then
where would we be

 

 

 

 

government accountability…

the questions you’ve asked
do have answers but no one
will tell you the truth
much simpler to tell a lie
truth engenders more questions

 

 

of cardinal sins…

wanting to believe
is the greatest of all sins
for truth’s avoided

 

 

late arrival…

had you come here before
you would have found your soul
but life detours much of truth
sending many on journeys
that have no destination

 

 

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

 

truth…

press your hand
against
a cold window
the pattern is
so clear
for
just a moment
and
then
changes

surface…

proudly raise your head
above other’s sea of doubt
breathe the air of truth

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