Thursday, June 23, 2005
CIRCUITRY FOR HUMANITY
Dawn’s magnetic draw of diamond-crested dew pulls away the morning raw as a wound cutting through the throat of some poor angel whose last best blessing ascends in continual crescendo towards the King of the Cosmos, feeling with it the sense of loss mingled with the gain Christ felt as the pain of...
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Thursday, May 19, 2005
A Cure for Spiritual Cancer
Apt as a well-spoken word— Inept as a poorly-smeared pap test— Don’t expect symmetry From a lapsed saint Whose best chance at sanity Is slim to faint. Urge me to clarify If you must, Do you dare to defy Judgments just? They pass realms of truth, Exceed lairs of logic, Lie in probity No less tragic...
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Friday, May 13, 2005
Yesterday, Today, Forever
Retrograded emotion re-defined is a nostalgia for yesterday’s dreams. But is the best sight really what’s behind? Is the human heart always what it seems? Once I wished upon a star for God’s love to comfort me: near or far; here or there. I bent my humble knee to God above. Answers came tumbling...
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Sunday, April 10, 2005
Conversation Heard Between Cynic and Saint
The verisimilitude of his frozen frame shocks me into insolent orientations. His indolent diplomatic stance is to blame for my fierce display of frenzied frustrations. Dozens of destitute, homeless victims of greed line dirty street corners along Commercial Drive. “I would help the homeless,” he...
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Friday, April 8, 2005
Even Errant Knaves He Saves
Can you see my essence? Feel my effervescence. Call my name out loud. I ain’t all that proud. From the time I lost my past, I knew nothing bad would last! Jesus took my sins away, Now in his name I gladly pray. Ebdawg is a sinner, sure. He ain’t good. He ain’t pure. But he’s been forgiven, Now he’s...
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Sunday, June 27, 2004
COMPARE
Compare the essence of a rose with summer sunshine or with rain: one bears a scent; another knows; one carries thorns; another pain. Compare the soul of winter’s death with aging women’s dearest son: one bears the sting of dying breath; one carries love that is home-spun. Compare the Rule laid down...
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Friday, May 7, 2004
TO SATAN
Almost high god; I wonder, did it hurt you when you fell? Could you find a friend, a friend as true as heaven there in hell? Were you bitter when they crushed you, when they crushed you in defeat upon the cosmic billows for so high blown a conceit? Almost high god, I wonder at the cunning of your...
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Thursday, March 18, 2004
Hell-Heaven-Earth: Matter of great worth.
Hell is not hot, as the sky is not high, as the moon does not change, as the devils don’t lie. Heaven abides, like man's face must be flawed, like the vistas of space, like the spirit of God. Earth will endure, though transformed and renewed, like a village rebuilt with new spirit imbued.
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death--the pause that refreshes!!!!
it was an aposiopetic moment and it lingered in the air… unbeknownst to all of us, the poor man did not care… his thoughts they scattered as the clouds before a windy storm… and as we pondered at the wonders that he did perform he squandered all his embers and he left himself lukewarm oh it was true...
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Wednesday, March 17, 2004
liar...
liar, liar… deep desire… darkens down like dusk… fire, fire… sings the choir of the fabric, red damask… bang, bang, ring out the shots… flare… flare… say the sunspots out there… into the air ring articulate bells… onto the beach rush the ocean’s full swells… far from the shores… hide the dead...
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