A notebook bulletin board
tacked on when randomly bored
applied thoughts in a scribblebook
open for the world to look who passes by
so fast to see like a needle in a haystack we
safely stash those innermost secrets thought to be
at least you see languishing up and into pristine
blossoms for you to pick and sniff and hope
they don't make you sick.


making level

Can you picture how difficult it is
to try and convince them of the truth -?
Of course you can. I was put here not to refute
the word of God -- but as a free independent thinker
to try and prove to them on their own terms that He exists.

In order to do this (and you know how mysteriously He works)
He made it necessary for me to have my own mind.
Only in this way could I stand a chance against them.
One price to pay is my own brethren may think me judas.

I am the trick joker. The out-smoker.
From their caves I'll draw them up.
I am His son, just like everyone.
Only I believe it.

I'm the post hypnotic magi.
The self corrective mirror.
A quintessential tragedy.
In laughter disappearing.

To the white eye missing
I am the black button.
When I am gone there
will be your proof.


  1. the trickster. you read derrida? fouccalt?

  2. As much as I suspect I should, the answer is no, Shasta. Now that you've mentioned these authors whom I've heard of, I'll bookmark them for future reading. thanx