made well…

made well

hovering
like
a hummingbird
thirsting
for nectar
you press near
to those
you deem
famous
taking endless
selfies
with them
what i wonder
is
what’s missing
in
your life
what do you believe
can be healed
by
touching the hem
of
their existence

 

 

con artist…

con artist

it
was gold
but
he told you
it wasn’t
and you
like
every time before
believed in others
more than
yourself
so you
thought
it was worthless
like
the life
you’ve lived
and so you
gave up
on
both

and the joker is…

in the end
when
all humanity
is nothing
but
stellar remnants
what
have
you gained
with
all
your fame
when
no one
is around
to bow down
to your
graven image
nor
offer up
the sacrifice
of self-image
in lieu of
being
like
you
will
there be
a chorus
of cosmic laughter
at your
sense
of worth

a victim of self…

she had
so carefully
woven her crown
of thorns
from her beliefs
binding each row
with the twisted twine
of her sense
of worthlessness
wearing it
with olympian pride
year after year
turning water
into wine
that others would drink
while she hung thirsty
upon a cross
carved with her own hands
hands she marked
so her tormentors
would know where
to place the nails
and yet
she knew not
what she
had
done

shadow gypsies…

 

shadow gypsies
seeking asylum
from war’s certain death
walk among you
but you do not see
the scars of fear
nor the tracings of tears
tattooed upon their faces
you see only a threat
national security
job security
your way of life security
    a distorted image
    built upon a glowing self-worth
these gypsies
the walking dead
have left their graves
to find the fountain of freedom
written about in legend
a fable of true humanity
a legend you believed
but that was before so many wars
so many gypsies
seeking asylum
on
your shores
pleading outside
your doors
for one morsel of kindness
so now you see only
a beggar
not the father
not the son
nor holy ghost of humanity
just lumps
excreted from the bowels
of war
you slam
your doors
screaming at the top of
your lungs
that they should
go
back to
their
graves
for they
are already
dug