Jagged Little Something

November 8, 2012 § Leave a comment

Life is like a rainbow.

Or is it more like the thundercloud?
Dark and ominous
and Threatening
to my soul

We’re birthed in pain
And in Pain we must return
the jagged little pieces
to their Master.

For we are more than the sum of our parts.
Or at least that’s what I’ve been told.

And I believe it.
At least that’s what I say.

Life is like a rainbow
or is it more like
shrapnel in this war
we fight
not knowing what against?

Even in this election-time.

But then One
Like a Son of God
-or was it Son of Man?-
Soldiered on, but differently.

His life, like shrapnel,
tearing through the Human Heart.

Altering forever
this beast and burden of selfish regret.

After all, they say,
Love conquers all.

But do they know what they’re saying?

Love conquers all.
But it has to start

Can it be
within me?


Ode to Sandy

October 31, 2012 § Leave a comment

I remember when
broken hearts were enough
to carry us through
these super-storms
life throws our way

back when it was enough
to simply weep
with God

Who in the beginning

His broken heart
to carry us
and Him
through these storms

still walkin’
through churning nights
and sleepless days

But there’s more to it now

Broken hearts
are no longer

So we bind up
too soon
the hearts that break
and in so doing
bind the hands
that feed us
in the name of our religion

And God wept
and weeps
with us
not against.


July 19, 2012 § Leave a comment

Trust misplaced
often spoken
Once mended
three times broken

What is this love that stares unblinking?
Straight through the burning sun

Naked, bleeding, trusting, feeding,
hopes and dreams to die for.
Anger burns, and stomachs churn
a sense of justice yearned for.

Piercing eyes as black as night
sift the sin from shadow.
Gorge themselves on waking thoughts
hang with them on the gallows

Unblinking Stare, with golden hair
stand with me on the gallows
Righteous one, I am undone

beside myself with longing

A Vulture Named Hope

July 2, 2011 § Leave a comment

Not birds of prey, but scavengers seeking out the refuse of this world.
Weak and dying flesh of broken dreams and failed expectations filling bellies voided by flight.
All-consuming yet mere mortal, Hope flies to and fro seeking sustenance in the most un-seemly places.
Conversion is this bird’s business, however unglamorous it might be.
Bite by bite, ripping flesh from bone, the withered vine bears only the sun-bleached remains of a fruit once promising.
Yet now only this vulture, Hope remains picking flesh from seed, head turned down, now raised to heaven in a prayer of thanks.
And we.
We turn our heads but cannot turn our eyes from the revolting spectacle before us; the grisly reminder;

Hope feeds best on broken dreams.

Granite and Air

June 1, 2011 § Leave a comment

Footprints of carbon across the sky

tell of struggle etched from stone.

Our place carved from cold granite

and air;

In between, humility and tender struggle.

It’s all-weather; the biomass of this planet.

Granite and air mixed like 2-cycle engine oil.

Shaken, not stirred.

Fuel for revolution

one step at a time.

Forward or back, nobody knows,

for our carbon footprints lead us

only away.

Away from here.

Away from this time, this place, these people and these opportunities.

Towards something for sure, but not here.

And the tender storms rage from age to age

through passing time,

trackless wastes but no stars to steer by.

Only footprints of carbon; leading us on.

Through this foamy sea of reality and the quiet noon

we push.

Boots of lead fueled by desire,

one carbon foot leads the next.

We wrestle to be known

though our struggle is not of flesh

nor of bone;

and yet

chilling echoes of liberty ring

like telephones.

Dream On

April 23, 2011 § 1 Comment

I had a dream this morning
that I washed your feet.

I know it’s a symbol.
I know it’s not real.

But something happened there
as I knelt down
and touched your naked foot.

something came loose inside-
shaken free

like an over-ripe fruit
falling from a tree
my pain
my pain
my pain

It’s a dark and liquid place,
my dreams
shapeless and void
Mystery over the deeps

like raindrops of sweat
mixed with new wine
anxiously waiting
the redemption of time

So dream on
through the morning
and into the night

After all, we’re all dreamers here.
Or else we’re asleep.

Hey You

April 17, 2011 § Leave a comment

Hey you,
with your corner on truth
and your pie in the sky ideals,
got time for a question?

Where you goin’?
You and your answers.
self-assured and certain

self contained,
you’re an ecosystem to yourself
you and your pat answers
spreadin’ the word like wildfire

But your answers while true ain’t Truth.
Can you see?

Hey you,
with your corner on truth
jagged edges bleeding
all over me…

You–the one wrapped in wool
dyed crimson and blue
yeah, you

You’ve got it all, that much I see
I mean
at least
cold certainty.

Hey you, with your corner on truth
Wanna touch the rounded edges on mine?
it’s worn down, you see–worn smooth to the touch
not as sharp as it used to be

It’s not broken down
just broken in.
That’s what questions do to

Take the edge off
like a stiff drink.

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