Nearer My God To Me


In my dream
the Lord cameth to me
seeking advice
on a query of theology

Told his high Divineness
I was not qualified
in what should be
his area of expertise

He smiled that sacred smile
and let out a soft sigh
cause he had no idea why
he would ask this befuddled guy
anything about anything

Maybe he was just feeling lonely

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The Final Dissolution


These days keep bleeding together
Time is accelerating
Too many years gone
Loved ones moving on
Pain accumulates

Critical mass reached

Time for me to disintegrate

dust to dust

Load Bearing Peeps


These chains of obligation
we carry like beasts

Day after day
dragging our weighed down asses
up mountain steep
to do what must be done
for glory unseen

For there are no medals
to be awarded
on the hollow pedestal
of real life

At the end of the journey
after the task is complete
we can finally find respite
and rest our weary feet

Take a long sip of eternity
savoring the knowledge
we did our duty

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Rebel Dust


From pulpit high
that foaming at the mouth
phony pious guy
is ragging again
at his demons du jour

What hateful
fire and brimstone
defenders of the faith
and persecutors
of perceived deviants
will never understand
is that Jesus LOVED freaks

Truth be told
he was viewed
as one himself
by the religious establishment
who in fact
went out of their way
to persecute his sacrilegious ass

Such is the fate
of all who poke
the rigid boundaries
set by the naysayer class

So the next time
you get crucified
for your non conformity
remember that you’re in good company
throughout history

jesus the rebel

 

Read All About Me


Back in the day
I never knew what to say

On perpetual mute was I

Which peeps misread as shy
but twas really just abject fear
of living inappropriately

This of course happens
when lacking self confidence
in the field of public expression

Then I stumbled into social media

Twitter specifically

Where I found my voice
posting micropoetry

Hashtag venting in the public domain

Emptying my soul anonymously

The release felt so good

I found a creative addiction

Now I ramble on daily

Free from the demons of uncertainity

with text friends I shall never meet

who unlike my flesh and blood pals

give a damn what I have to say

social media posting

Destruction Construction


We use
the tribulations of today
as stepping stones
for the glory of tomorrow
like the good
brick layers we are

Building character
from the fragments
of exploded stars
one disaster at a time

tough times

 

 

 

Rules of Dissent


Henceforth and forthwith
any and all acts of dissent
will be regulated by the government
and every placard will be taxed
to cover the high cost
of the first amendment

Prospective mind numbing
repetitive chants
must first be submitted
to the Patriot Media Center
where a committee
of carefully vetted linguists
will edit out all obscenities
or any other language deemed obscene
by the censorship bureaucracy

Those who can not abide by these rules
or still feel the need to disobey subtly
will be summarily tossed over
our shiny new state of the art wall
to be forever cast out
with all the other enemies
of 21st Century democracy

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