Oh yes the reapers are reaping
Tearing shreds from soulless
Heaps of rotting flesh while
Laughing gleefully with lustful eyes
Consuming their sins with
Spasms of ecstasy, the screams
Giving fulfillment to the
Insatiable cravings that
Fuel their existence-
Each vile entity
Was once a beauty queen

Sell me your god-thing
That I might contemplate
It’s face
Where is my misplaced
Faith
Along the edges of
My dream-scape reality
I have never found
Any measure of grace
Maybe it has been
Buried along with
The ashes of time
Loan me your Idol
That I might
Worship and bow
While babies and ladies
And toys of my youth
Are mutilated and tossed
aside
where is this prophet
of ages past
where is my lot to be cast
gods and demons and
devils called divas
have all led me astray
sell me your god-thing
your play-thing
your toy
sell me your rosary
his crucifix
your joy
allow me to borrow
your kabbalah
your quran
your bible
your talmud
your kebra negast
give me your god-thing
that I might have peace at last
send with it your
lamentations
your reservations
your contemplations
but keep your wisdom
I have found mine
in the vast

Passing moments between unmet strangers are like shadows in the dark. One cannot see them but they are still there. A knowing glance passed between them is all that is shared,
but the cobblestones glean more.

How sweet it is
To taste the air
Of a summer breeze.
Fragrant, Crisp, Alive.
How cool it is
To feel the shadow
Of a sweltering heat.
Simple pleasures easily obtained
That are simply unnoticed
By the hurried eye.

Upon a sea of
Longing and loneliness,
I spied a vessel
Traveling East.
I hailed to the captain
To take me aboard
And carry me towards
The light.
He stopped
And dropped anchor
But as I tried to board,
He stopped me short
And stated – Now
Isn’t the time.

In the aftermath of
A spring rain
The world seems so
Dreary. But if you listen closely
You can hear the sounds
Of an awakening life.
Yes the ground is wet
And the clouds are still gray
Nevertheless, the grass I bet
Smells better than
The previous day.
The birds slowly
Start singing, the earth’s heart
Slowly starts beating,
And with it comes the
Promise of another
Perfect day.

Cynical smile
Cold stone heart
Cracked inner core
Unrelenting bursts
Of anger
With love’s cool waters
The fire subsides
Distant, but here
Treading through
Life’s seas, Sailing
In thought’s breeze
Grasping, holding
But no luck
The cards stacked
Against my favor
Where is my captain
My driver, my stead
Why my longing
My greed, my need
He’s gone forever
He never was.
Over and over searching in vain
What is the agenda
Where are we going?
Crazy-
I once thought.
Sane? just maybe.
What about the others
What ones?
Where are they?
The simpletons
They’re hiding out in the gray.
How many of us have looked at it?
What did we feel?
a calming sense of being
Insignificant?
a sense of wanting
To know the stars?
What is this creature
This thing, this man?
I see only the ripped
Torn, worn, burnt
Sewn together remains
Of a child.
Broken body
Borrowed time-
A little sadness
A little pain, a little party.
A little
Just a bit more eh?
What does the master need-
Little gain.

Eyes dark with shining light
Hair that catches the air
Smile bright, gleaming white
With a laugh that catches my ear
A love so pure to make birds stop singing
A gift I pray you never stop giving
So our hearts can always be near

Within lies a child
Frightened and wild
Striving to be released
From the dream.
Oh, to be released
Would be such relief,
Yet the idea makes
Me want to scream.
Instead of awaking
The adult keeps making
A dream for his child
To partake.
In the end a choice is made
A choice of someone else’s
Choosing.
Is it release or is it more
Grief?
What is it that I’m
Afraid of Losing?

Why do we love?
Why do we smile?
Why is happiness
Considered worthwhile?
Why do we want?
Why do we need?
Why in the hell
Is there so much greed?
Why can’t we be
All the things we must be?
Why can’t we see
All the things there’s to see?
Why can’t we obtain
All the pleasantness in dreams?
Why can’t we be satisfied
By the things within our means?
Why must we search
And struggle in vain
For all the things
We cannot attain?
Why is there hate?
And why is there pain?
Why all these thoughts?
Will someone explain?
Why so much turmoil?
Why so much longing?
Why must I toil
For a sense of belonging?
Why, oh why
Oh why, oh why,
Oh why can’t this child
Grow up and stop whining?
And why
**** it god
Did you ever make me?
I can’t ever measure
Up to anything.
I try and I try
And never learn why.
Sometimes it makes me
Want to lay down and cry.
Deliver me from evil
In prayer I’m saying,
No – it seems
Is the answer I’m getting.

Somewhere in love
I’ve found certain blessings.
Through-out life
I’ve found endless testing.
Nowhere in this passage
Through time
Have I found the answers
I desire all the time.
If in the end, before my last
Sight,
I find the reasons
For this endless strife,
I hope it makes sense
And gives purpose to life.
For if it doesn’t-
And this I swear-
I’ll come to your gates
And pound and yell until
They break.
And when they come crumbling
Down to the stakes,
An answer from you
I’ll have
For your one great mistake.