Those turned-up, star-burned eyes,
those believers -- they mistook
truths for long-told lies,
storied pages for a holy book.

The masses yearning for a place
to fix their roaming gaze
an underworld or starry face,
a theory or a praise.

Like wild beasts who reign themselves,
they tightly bind their minds.
It’s easier to box and shelf
the whims of humankind.

What if I kneeled in a glassy church,
And prayed and said “amen”?
I’ve never touched the Holy Book,
But if I did, what then?
He wouldn’t hear my voice among
His eager sea of men…
But if He did, what then?

Black,yellow ,pink
what she chooses
                        .........////////////.........
        
She prefer the darkest moments
                    that rest in her soul for longest
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Nothing can save her
                     unless she chooses different color

                                                                     The color that shows bright
                                                                        the perfect sight of life
But she won't come back
because she's blind

I don't read signs well
I put myself
in stories with
twists and turns

I kinda go
with my signs
blindly
after all
love is blind

A land abused in disrepair.
The void is empty, not much there.
Appendages torn,
so many to mourn.
People are blind, they're unaware.

Daylight Saving Time

Hello morning
open my eyes
pull open the blind
from this darkness.

I need saving
from this blinding night.

What’s your shadow?
Illness
depression
anxiety
confusion
misdirection?

I’ve fallen into these dark goblets
crowded, muted - howling their darkness,
misguided by the misguided -
friends, kin, lovers,
all the screaming screens.

It is daylight saving time.

“Daylight Saving Time,” Copyright © 2017 by Glenn Currier