there's no monster under the bed
or in the closet
it's all in your head
and you'll never conquer it

Open thy heart
             claim the feather
                       of peace that is floating,  
swirling down  
                    towards your open palm:
              "WHEN IT LANDS,"  
Feel the sensations that arise
as you
                      caress it,
                                     gently:  
Perhaps its a spiritual hug
from an Angel who wants to,  
                     love you !  
Close your fingers round it
                  press it to your heart  
                      and say,
                                          AMEN !

Between the silence of a sterile room and a child of grace
the sure footed arrival of a God without a face
The hourglass of time stills the stage with un-remission
as she waits by Snow Don Hills without contrition
A floodlight of compassion eases in she's not in pain    
her soul is a lit lantern that's never smelt the rain
Wearing a tallit with knotted fringes on each corner
He's opens every angle like an Angel without borders
Dressed in a dignity gown and propped against a pillow
she dances with the bunnies beneath a weeping willow
God takes her little hand in His, its simple so precise  
just like sunrise in the morning, straight from paradise.

How many cats
Do you think
You could fight?
If a host came at you
Out of the night

Your not allowed a weapon
It's fist versus claw
So there is no deception
Under  cat law

Don't worry bout animal cruelty
The god's agree
You're above opprobrium
You cannot flee

You've started so you'll Finish
You must go on to the death
No matter the toll
On your corporeal health

You must be stripped to the waist
No belt
No shoes
Interspecies fight club
Except you can spread the news
Of the licks that you took and the numbers you slew
From the  plié of dead moggies
Down that you threw

That's if you survive
The feline Blitzkrieg
For they could easily end you
And they will not grieve .

Out to lunch this judgmental bunch
At this pressure point in time
Raising our hands to gladly condemn
Those not of the same frame of mind

Quick with the pointing of fingers
Ready with the unsteady hand
How easily we forget to remember
Every last one of us I'd say are the same

We just go about things differently
When saying who's right and condemning who's wrong
We all could be judged-mentally
With no place to sit or foot to stand on

Before you jump on the bus to just fuss and cuss
Remove the plank from your eye
To see clear enough what your brother does
Before you judge what, you do in kind

Out to lunch this judgmental bunch
At this pressure point in time
Raising our hands to gladly condemn
Those not of the same frame of mind

I don't want to die
I just need something to make me feel alive.