Though your sins may fulfill you in this life
They serve no purpose upon you in the next
Prepare yourself for what will be
Seek mercy for yourself and others
In preparation for what is to come
And in peace you shall reside
For time here is fleeting and ambiguous at best
Though innocence is not needed
Repentance is required
In these moments acceptance shall serve you
Cast judgement aside
In him with him in unity with God the creator you shall remain

You are tired, I can

see through you, you're beautiful --


my private spirit.

Everything is normal
so not much to sing or say.
No summer thunderstorm,
the snow was magical only for an hour.

Old men
aren’t removing women’s ******* with removable dentures.
A belly laugh now and then,
an empty belly’s holy.

With simple joy
mortals may forget to fear their deaths.
Simply put,
we do not survive. But what an adventure!

I heard an archangel cry
Don’t hurt the trees!
Also, save democracy.
Also, stop barking, believing in that higher power.

What’s Ken doing today?
Watching TED talk lectures,
planning next Spring’s garden.
It’s Death, not the Jewish king, in your rose garden.

As climates change
species escape predators
and predators chase down prey.
Choose sacrifice or blame.

I look at faces
and they look at mine, mute, animated spirits,
black wet rocks,
victims among flames.

I like my anonymity,
lost in my own city,
in the shade of a gazebo,
a mosquito’s acceptance of its position among a million mosquitoes.

engine's really running now

Let the night
Hear My Whisper.

Let the wind
Hear My Prayer.

'Let Thy Will Be Done.'

Every day I had to dig through
deeply rooted malignancies
and clusters of phosphorescent spider eggs and webs full of
dead flies draped throughout a
long-abandoned domain
once inhabited
                    by my mind.

the roots pushed and
twisted their way through
thick walls of the
foundations and membranes
of spirit, mind and body
where I didn't even know
how to feel, all I knew is
that I had crossed unseen
         no trespassing signs.

in life among the living
I lived as though I were dead.
in the midst of vast human knowledge I held
        vast emptiness instead.

this lack of substance was
all that was left in my mind.
I found myself trying to buy
back more of what I
had to
          leave behind.

my mind and spirit were in lockdown. in this death I
began to die. when I was
high I felt let down.
     in the truth I saw a lie.

the dawn of each new day
filled the sky with hues of a
darker light. since all of
the windows were barred
       and boarded-up

the only way I could see
glimpses of a brighter
light or others living life
were through any thin
little cracks I could find.

like an addict trying to
avoid their addiction,
each new day and every
waking hour I would find
myself learning what I was
        losing my mind
        trying to forget.

I was so sick and tired of
     d . . . always going down.
          o
        w
           n.

truth only strengthened
         this neurotic depression.

but in the throes of pain and breakdown I found hope in
a New Day. when I was lost
in the cycles of confusion
I at least found pieces of
peace and pieces of mind
        along the way.

when I die with the sun in
the midst of the evening
I now find enough faith
   to believe I will
            rise with it again.

when I seem to have lost
all of my chances, I clutch desperately to any strand
     of a chance to begin.

saving what's left of my mind.
buying what used to be mine.

Regain control, as a captain taming the sea,
Steering through storms towards serenity.
This tempest, fierce and wild, shall let loose its hold,
Releasing you from chains, stories untold.
And winds subside, and skies unfold,
Know that within your spirit, courage takes hold.

Our spirit’s were created Good and Holy because God who created them is Good and Holy.
Your soul is a collection of character attributes which you picked up along the way of living.
—Timothy Charles Carter