Emeth

Look how far you have fallen
no branches to break it
shifting sand
your anchor
lies your comforter.
Deep is the well
no grace 
no truth
down there.
Many say come
beckoning
hands outstretched
salvation sure,
until,
the great fall
without support
no anchor.
The masked
unmasked
reveals
death
trapped
beautified
by pilates with clean hands.

The Secret Place

The Secret Place

Do not
lose
have faith
timelines
may change
emptiness
will fade
fortune
will smile
miracles
they exist
still
even in
desolation.

In a secret place
Out springs new life
rain pours over pain
desert loose their claim
Like Queen of Andean
life rears alive again
Edenesque ideal now tamed
where endless rivers flow
also too dreams grow
in neatly assigned rows
where you can glow
kissed by benevolent miracles
 refreshed by the glow
of your secret place.

The Runaway

The Runaway

I am running away
today.
my mind 
works in steps
that quickly 
run away
from defects
that scream
 "No next
yesterday or today!"
I chase away
the doubts
they lodge 
they sprout
         
     they suffocate
to death
the dreams
dying to come out.
So I lay
wait
twisted 
folded
about
to see, 
the metamorphic me.

Where Do I Begin?

Where Do I Begin?

I am in ruin,
where do I begin?

Nothing is true
not even you
for you
are conditional
surealism view
lies 
to fool a few
who knew
better
but were fools
to dreams
youths 
who flew
in a cage
crafted with glue
that monsters could undo
with
addictive 
compulsive
untruths.

Jonah Foolery

Jonah Foolery

Imagine yuh give a man a job
set him up nice
and 
him run
far way
get trap 
inna whale fi days
then yuh save
send him on him way
to do the job
then him complain
when it work
and the people
change them way.
God good bad
because 
nuff a we 
would still a cane
Jonah in the whale.