Unload your vetted earnings
    in the collection baskets,
small price to pay 
    for holy water's kickback,
God thundered an indignant snort
    'pon gold filled prospered coffers      
within corporate excesses                 
   of enriched gaudy churches
wondering when HIS word
  had begotten misconstrued
     in clergy's interpretations
      of powers' self-aggrandizement
       and pontificating gratification;

whilst the huddled masses
    were starving midst the pews

Pity the fool who does
not believe words can
change lives

The likeliness of it being any good is slim.
Yet entirely possible.
The deepest thoughts come out in the dead of night.
Things you are most concerned about.
Your last thoughts of the day.
Late night or early morning poetry may not be very good.
But it is raw.

girl in the bathroom paints on her face
covering the spots on her skin
hoping to be like the others
cover it for the mornings
but reminded by the night time
knowingly she changes her looks
unknowingly she changes herself
shimmering colors reflect the lights
perfectly pinched pink cheeks
but her mascara-full lashes smear
and the wings of her eyeliner droop
she knows she'll never be like them
how could she love herself
when everything she sees in the mirror
are the things she hates most
cries as she stares at her reflection
she'll never be like the other girls
with genuine beauty and poise
but the other girls aren't authentic
they paint on their faces
to hide the real girl underneath

disgusting creature
belly scrapes the ground as it moves
small minded animal
ignorance has shone through

evil being with beliefs unfit
even for the underworld
potential for divinity
shot down by sin

ashamed by its words
horrified by the language
nasty things fall from its tongue
corruptive and *****

completely intriguing
nearly convincing
phrases mesmerizing

nearly to entirely
believed in the lie
satisfaction becomes regret
everything happens at once

nothing is the same
not after the fall

tiny, blue frame; dented and worn
weak whisper, fragile heart
means that allowed, a quiet trust to born
silent cries, a retrospect start

impossibly ignored, bold change
you first, a timely trade, pre-arranged
confident, commanding; one-eighty in stride
elated; awaiting the destination of this ride

She's what I long to be.
God brought her to me.
Beautiful, loving and kind.
I'm happy to call her mine.

Daughter my parents never had.
To have her I'm so glad.
She knows just what to say.
No matter what, come what may.

Best friend to call my own.
But the coop she already has flown.
So her wisdom she passes on.
We have a special "sibling" bond.

Although not the same descent.
And our relationship recent.
I am proud to call her.
My favourite older sister.

pivotal point.
crucial chronology.
momentous moment.
determining decision.
essential epoch.