The oversized doors made from panels of oak
From somewhere behind open heavy and slow,
for another akin
The creak of the wood as they let themselves in

Disturbing the hallowed and candlelit quiet
Turning the heads of the practicing pious
We are shook from a dream
By the rushing of wind through this place of esteem

Never at all
I'm on the
Religious ball
If prophet Simeon's
Painful message
"A sword will pierce
Your own soul!" (Luke 2:35)
That shows
The selfless sacrifice
The immaculate has
To pay
To achieve God's goal,
Fails before me
To stand tall.

For the sagacious
Suffice a word
The immaculate
Herself said
"Great things untold
Things manifold
Had done to me
The Lord
My Son
and my God.” (lk 1:49b)

Take note
When we pray
Excepting her
Is a fault!

On the cross
Before He depart
"She is your mother
And you her children!"
Was what
Jesus wanted to impart.
(John 19:26–27:)

Breathe in. Breathe out.
Expand. Contract.
Awaken perennial spirit.

The we. The I.
Somewhere between the eyes.
Wake up from your slumber,
And remember:
The self and the other.

there was once an ordinary man named bobby
who felt like he's three in one body
when he is asleep he feel
like a spirit with holy soul
and yet in real flesh he is no clergy.

Hush.
I used to think you were Godly.
I used to think you were velvet.
I used to think you were perfect.
Shh.
You’re nothing now.
Silence.
You’re pathetic now.
You’re only a feeble boy playing God.
You’re only a quaint thing pretending to be holy.

I used to worship you.
I used to pray to you.

But now you pray to me.
“Oh poetess God.”
Now you worship me.
“Oh sweet Holy One.”
And don’t you dare forget it.

I used to think
You were so blessed
Now I think
I was obsessed

But I'm not anymore
I've opened my eyes
Looking at you now
You're just another guy

Come and hop aboard my lifelong childhood cause  
Before the swirl in the ocean, makes it come to a pause  
It’s not at all, what it seems  
I’m Just trying to fulfil my childhood dreams  
Paddling up stream, to reach a sandy shore  
Seeing distant island mirages, with no actual solid ocean floor  
Time to get me off this windy sail, before its put up on eBay for sale  
I’ll instead join a holy cause, that one day, might just find the holy grail.