Paper Voices

2010-08-29T08:45:00.000-07:00

A golden gift from Master,
precious beautiful eye that I
see so clearly that I
shut the other remaining carnal orb.
It's tiger brown now fading, mortal.
Fleshly beauty once whole
now a patchwork of my Father's hand.
An artist does not return to a
completed landscape, rather he
brushes strokes for a masterpiece,
scribbles notes for an Opus,
ponders words for a poem.
As I roam this dusty place
fellow creatures
see shiny golden features
yet Sorrow and Suffering
never let go of my hands.
As if a woman midway
through a cosmetic makeover.
Cutting off flesh
of nightmarish proportions,
my reward far greater
than that of silicone.
Gritting teeth
through precise incisions,
forced to feel each painful emotion,
no medications.
Paradox remains.
Golden hand of soft caress,
a flesh hand of feeble distress.
Gold lips of holy kisses
"Law of Kindness" the tongue misses.
Shimmery hawk eye neighbors
a barren and blind socket.
Come Master, complete your work in me.
Let me be your living Mona Lisa,
your Moonlight Sonata.
Do not listen to flesh screams
that beg you away.
Grace for a patchwork bride.
Give what can never be taken,
your gifts.
New trials.
New creation.

An Eden Moment

2010-07-17T13:32:00.000-07:00

Imprisoned, saddled
heaving household
soiled linins
cook clean dance.
Glance at mouse,
who carefully grooms,
breathes life into
dusty tombs.
Flowers struggle
murky waters,
the strongest hold
heads up high.
Soul revived by
creature and blooms.
Whispers of contentment
flirt with my heart.
Bewildered at
a moment of Eden
on my kitchen table.

Broken

2010-06-13T07:25:00.000-07:00

Small hands
weave stories,
wispy waves, she
quiets shackles
under garment graves.
A slave to
selfish ambition no
premonition of
wrath seeds,
soiled path
thwarted by one
she needs. He
holds the shimmer
keys for this
slave girl amiss,
calms fears as
she feebly walks. Yet
keeps looking down,
phantoms nip at feet.
Frail wings
too week.
Rays of bright
light
still
bleak,
bittersweet.

Dirty Hands

2010-06-09T09:28:00.000-07:00

He arrives at ten past the hour,
other good fellows bow heads and
sneak peaks at the man who's
streaked jeans emit a odor of offense.
Slice of meet and greet served, thick paws
stained and bruised handshakes.
Eyes squint smiles, lips mumble names.
Salutation games. Sit, listen, hope
to have the heart quicken.
Swift sermon, he missed the good
music. The band will drum up some
more for dad and clan to
worship the Maker with dirty hands.

Memorial Day at the Mall

2010-05-31T09:40:00.000-07:00

I'm a wandering zombie, I mindlessly
choose tacos, beans and rice and
watch other mice at eating stations.
Sliced, diced or minced, flesh offerings
consumed by hungry eyes starving for
more than the warmth of a pita pocket.
I stagger towards sales and
get sideswiped in a dragnet of shoes,
two cougar Barbies hoping to find
redemption in six inch heels and
perceptions of sun kissed calves.
Magnets draw me to
miniature clothing,
red, white and blue.
Drag bags through
Babylonian alleyways
Memorial day's modern function.
New toys in the cage of consumption.

Communion

2010-05-16T22:39:00.000-07:00

Gaze upon the bleak color of wine.
Whispering I tear a piece,
soft from the larger body.
Like Jonah, I thrust bread into
dark seas,
God's mercies.
Haunts of His voice chill,
soul still.
Grape and crust
thrust into mouth,
promises swallowed, believed.
Received, tart treasure,
forgiveness, praying to
survive the storm.

All That Jazz

2010-05-09T10:42:00.000-07:00

Baby's boogers blow.
Daughter's disdain grows,
little brother flairs his nose.
Doors slam,
crashing cymbals of symphony.
Strings of whining whimpers
Horns belt out bellows.
Percussion of pattering feet.
This is no symphony,
it's all jazz baby.
Mom snaps her fingers,
the chaotic
beauty,
beat of family.

Truth?

2010-04-21T08:23:00.000-07:00

Soft blanket of fabrication,
curtains drawn, dim implication.
Cool breeze, cling more.
Dragnet of unholy gore.
Sweet and clean, morning rains.
Peer out through glass, pains.
Cranium throbs, introspection.
Soft blankets of fabrication.

The Struggle

2010-04-19T22:16:00.000-07:00

Foggy facts made fiction,
paint pictures of deception.
Stained glass perception.
Steely smiles slide past truth,
funeral orbs that lament youth.
Haunted by an immaculate Ghost,
harrowing host heckled by
flesh force collision.

Salsa Triolet

2010-04-15T19:48:00.000-07:00

The first taste cool and tart
dances with craving for more.
A twisted and cruel heart.
The first taste cool and tart.
Alas, the flames start.
Blinded, I was before.
The first taste cool and tart
dances with craving for more.

From Da Bible

2010-04-13T12:20:00.000-07:00

From Da Bible: "“Da peopo dat know dey need God inside dea heart,
Dey can stay good inside
Cuz God in da sky, he dea King.
“Da peopo dat cry inside dea heart,
Dey can stay good inside
Cuz God goin kokua dem.
“Da peopo dat no need put demself first everytime,
Dey can stay good inside
Cuz God goin give um da whole world.
“Da peopo dat everytime really like do da right ting,
Dey can stay good inside
Cuz God goin help um do um.
“Da peopo dat pity da odda peopo, an give um chance,
Dey can stay good inside
Cuz God goin pity dem an give um chance too.
“Da peopo dat hundred percent fo God inside,
Dey can stay good inside
Cuz dey goin see God.
“Da peopo dat help da odda peopo come friends again,
Dey can stay good inside
Cuz God goin say, `Dey my kids.'
“Da peopo dat do right, an suffa fo dat,
Dey can stay good inside
Cuz God in da sky, he dea King."

B poem

2010-04-06T21:22:00.000-07:00

Bend an elbow once more.
Beverage room awaits.
Blitzed and blind partake.
Booze to Booze, the Bottle Man
Bent out of shape. Beware!
Blackout,
Big Enchilada, looking for
B-girls and
Beer. Redemption found in
Back alleys
Blowing chunks.

Isa 64:6

2010-04-04T15:56:00.000-07:00

Mucky rags moved by fat fingers.
Desperate to assist the Physician.
Mourning man's effectuates.
Sharp steel moves towards incision.
Resist, held by hovering.
Permission, lingers.
Mucky rags moved by fat fingers.

2010-04-04T00:48:00.000-07:00

Good Friday

Driving slush rendered roads.
Free from glancing behind
for red, white and blue
flashing caveats.
Emancipation, Proclamation
comes with cheap cheesecake
and all the coffee one can drink.