I PRAY FOR BALANCE

demons and angels.
horns and halos.
wings and wings.

even the pharaoh,
born with Plato,
sings and sings:

“I long for heaven
as well as hell.”

these aren’t just sevens,
they’re eights, as well.
the time will tell.


o’, thank the stars for darkness,
thank the lord for ghouls and goblins,
thanking god for satan’s roar?

playing the cards of hearts
to flash in clubs with diamonds,
save the spades and maybe score?

what more is said
for parity?

win the best and lose some more
for charity?

nevertheless and neverthemore,
the wrongs go right
for parody?

enter a death
to save a life
and lose the mind
to get to therapy?

nothing is left for days
and nights bereft,
we fuss and fight
for clarity.

nothing is left for days
and nights bereft,
we fuss and fight
for clarity.

Scattered Thoughts of a Captured Hero


“attach wings to the backs
of me and my brethren,
instead of whipping truth
from the cracks of our temple.
it’s the preachings from the center  
that are supposed to release us
but, the stakes in our chains
run too deeply.
and, here I sit,
locked up in captivity,
the prison of my self.
it is the truth that keeps me down.
it is the truth that sets me free.

and, freedom is key.”


I don’t remember the exact moment that I gained consciousness. but, that moment might have been, perhaps, the most important thing to remember. it wasn’t when I was born. it wasn’t when I took my first breath. it was when I looked around and knew, in my mind, in my heart, in my senses, that I was something. that I was alive. that I belonged somewhere. I should have tried harder to remember that moment; that is the moment to be celebrated, rather than birthdays – awakening days. those are the most important.


from the moment that I was able to produce my own thoughts, they were intercepted and replaced with the thoughts of those that awakened before me. a mistake is made, seemingly, from the beginning.


perhaps, that’s why the story of man starts with a fallacy; it’s the only version of this story that we can remember.


it takes strength to not listen, to not comprehend, to not follow; it takes know-how. but, at the moment of my own birth, I didn’t have those qualities mastered. I was brand new, of course.


a hero is born and, from the jump, is told what to think, what to do, what to say, by individuals that were told what to think, what to do, what to say, by individuals that were . . .

you get the point.


nothing that we do is natural, from that moment, forward. we are all robotic, programmed not by our DNA but, by psychology. by the behavior, by the thoughts of our ancestors.


it’s this sense of “family” that’s evolved into a mockery, into a hindrance. it’s the sense of “culture” that keeps us bound. it’s the “institutions” that are supposed to provide assistance but, educated fools believe, falsely and all-too frequently,  that they, themselves, know no bounds.


‘tis in the fantasy that we are all invincible. ‘tis in the natural that we are afraid.

ALLSTARS

perhaps, one day,
once we cease,
some of us’ll
become the stars

perhaps,
some of our vibrations’ll
carry over
into the afterlife


a flawed determination
of iridescence

a dimming, purpose:
to accentuate

a life appears to be
worth losing
life appears to be
worth more

inspiring hopes
of replication

aspiring, hope
to just feel known

without a promise

chance
to follow

dimmed in anguish

storied in peace

presenting, over all,
a totally flawed
determination of iridescence


perhaps, one day,
we’ll all become
the brightest of stars
and all vibrations
will carry over
into the afterlife


This Speculum is See-Through!



unending reminders that what we see is what we are
this glass reflects
that, which we see, is who we are;
pellucid mirror.
that, which we see, is what’s become
this glass reflects
unending reminders that what we see is what we’ve done 



I went in with my hands up, shaky,
palms out and sweaty,
as though approaching a savage beast,
my heart was racing,
and, I tried to say in a sheepish voice,
“ex-excuse me.”

our eyes locked briefly; our eyes looked away.

my hands were still raised in the air,
still afraid . . .

“ok, just pick one foot up
and place it down gently.
one step at a time;
that’s all you have to do”
whispered softly, thinking out loud
for self-encouragement.

get an inch or so closer,
eyes fixed on the target,

dead ahead, resting underneath a blanket,
this foreign being that I couldn’t comprehend . . .
this way of liv-

it looked up at me again!

I almost jumped.
“. . . uhh h-hi . . . are ya hungry?” I asked it.

“yes, sir; I really am” said the man.

I suddenly recognized.


“this is a person” whispered underneath my breath.
“would you like a-

“yes, sir. yes, sir. god bless you, sir. thank you.”

“-a hotdog, some chips, and a water” I squeezed out before he continued. he just kept thanking me; stuck on ‘repeat’.

he welcomed the food, no smile, no handshake,
looked back down, and suddenly retreated back to being what
he was all-too used to being:
the being that’s unknown.
the being that’s uncared for.
the being that doesn’t belong.
the being that’s good for charity
but bad for attachment, bad for companionship,
bad for humanity.
the being that is more like beast
than man.
the being with no home.

and, I didn’t say another word, as though
what I already said had made that much of a difference.
I did nothing else,
as though in fear of doing more harm
than the only bit of good that
I had planned to do that day.

I backed away and got in my car,
and continued my search
throughout the streets
to find some more, just like that one,

judging the being
by the appearance
the entire time.


unending reminders that what we see is what we are
this glass reflects
that, which we see, is who we are;
pellucid mirror.
that, which we see, is what’s become
this glass reflects
unending reminders that what we see is what we’ve done

The Journey Begins

“There are no beautiful surfaces without a terrible depth.” — Friedrich Nietzsche

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