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Jun 2018 · 112
Tongue in cheek
AJS Jun 2018
While sitting on the can
Where I do my best thinking
The thought came to me
Really quite unbidden
Some things should for certain
Be kept closely hidden
Like confessions, and pooing
Poetry and boo-hooing
It’s not the best in us
But the worst of our being
That seeks forcible expulsion
Cathartic verse
Not for sharing
Carrying infection
A mental contagion
Best sent through
The swirl of oblivion
Unseen, unheard, unknown
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Jun 2018 · 90
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AJS Jun 2018
I can’t believe in empty words, they **** my soul so dry
Neither in pretenses, no matter how hard I try

This world has lost her keepers, those in whose care she was
The last one to truly care - he died upon the cross
Faith has lost her reason - her fools are now who rule
Good sense ain’t in season, wisdom no more is cool;
Sighted no longer see, breaks in the fundament
Slighted discernment, great the insanity!

With resounding roar, the bricks begin to fall
Crushing those beneath them, silken clothes and all
Too late the helpers gather, around the rubble heap
With anxious glance, they seek to save
But what was sown we reap.

I believe in a heaven
That’s within you and me
In your hands and mine,
Resides all eternity
Not in skies, nor in scriptural space
Teachers' lies - what is divine grace?
You are gods! The text declares
With a quiet smile not writ,
Many truths within me still,
Undiscovered, sit.

If you wish to see,
Look hard and deep within
Ponder your own madness,
Lay bare your own foul sin.
Face the deadly seven,
Fight them to the death -
It is a battle ever worth
Your last and dying breath.

I believe, yes I believe
I believe in just you and me

— The End —