On about a winter
long hour cut short
During a terminal
afternoon too late
to abort, this momentary
reprieve arrives like
a slap on the stunned
chops of abject reflection.
In the rippled disarray
a forest of shadows beckons.
How does one decide between
fight and flight in a dream?
It depends on what one wants
out of life and remember, reality
is not what it might seem.
God put Adam in his garden.
Adam said he was lonely.
The Lord broke his ribs.
He made a woman out of one,
"There, you have no reason to complain."
Oh but Adam did, because
he was still only talking to himself.
Now both Eve and Adam stared
forlorn toward God.
"And don't eat outta that Tree"
bang went the screen door.
And while Adam tried to "find himself"
in a corner, Eve turned to speak
with the garden snake
who flickered the secret to her
and the next day Eve brought Adam
a pomegranate and urged him
to go ahead and eat it because
the garden snake said it was okay.
They both looked at each other then
and smiling, Adam bit into that fruit.
-the moral of this story is-
(What they didn't tell you in Church
is that now we're even with God)
on words
A good purpose of
words is to serve
as a solvent which
assists in breaking
down those barriers
which block the truth.
A bad purpose of words
is to serve as the mortar
used in building up, brick
by brick, those very same
structures. Truth itself
is neither good nor bad.
Words only frame the
windows through which
we can tell this.
on bricks
The foundation is
made of half-truths.
Its walls are made
of lies. A glass roof
invites mockery
from the stars.
on prisons
Thus are the houses
we are invited to
dwell in. Too often do we
make them our homes.
on freedom
With honesty as your sword,
let truth be your shield
and in to this brick prison
you will never yield.
