Oct 2019
Folklore
Word
Of
Mouth,
For impressionable sons and daughters of time,
Children,
Tied like flies to spider web strings and mothers impossible dreams,
Wide eyed,
Lied to,
By ignorant ministers and cider soaked child choked brides.
Word
Of
God,
For Children
Forever dulled and cowed by the good book,
Heavy on this earth like rocks in sand and impervious to reality,
Wide eyed
Lied to,
By gullible Fathers and wine wrecked god bothered priests.
Hand
Me
Down,
Mothers,
Fathers, Priests and teachers,
Words that weigh me down to the past and to fear,
Words that chain me to home.
Hand
Me
Down,
Bilge.
Word
Of
Mouth,
For impressionable sons and daughters of time,
Children,
Tied like flies to spider web strings and mothers impossible dreams,
Wide eyed,
Lied to,
By ignorant ministers and cider soaked child choked brides.
Word
Of
God,
For Children
Forever dulled and cowed by the good book,
Heavy on this earth like rocks in sand and impervious to reality,
Wide eyed
Lied to,
By gullible Fathers and wine wrecked god bothered priests.
Hand
Me
Down,
Mothers,
Fathers, Priests and teachers,
Words that weigh me down to the past and to fear,
Words that chain me to home.
Hand
Me
Down,
Bilge.
I’m not intent on questioning faith or religion. Instead, I question our susceptibility to suggestion, blind faith and subservience to the words of the elder or all knowing. I remain open to everything and all.
