On your breast
In your eyes
On my mind
In time’s expanse
On faith’s road
In taste’s bud
In trust’s window
On passion’s table…
In God’s heart!
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the cat kills the rabbit by instinct,
men kill each otherin a vain attemptto validate survival…and blame their failureson god…while their children wanderaimlessly in the dark,and their women grieveon frost covered pillows!
saddened again…
from around the world.people, everyday people,killed in an instant,by rogue gunfire.and people fighting for freedom,standing up at all costs,for their basic human rights.fighting for food and shelterin the 21st century!the furious rabble of anger,religions hating other religions.fighting for the ‘only god’,the ‘only truth’…and they dont even knowfor whom they fight!more earthquakes in Japan.destruction, despair, desolation…and…
we attempt
when the selfleaves the soul,with stone imagesof a god we’ve createdout of iced over fears…created in the imageof our own darkness.a god that rains downfire and brimstoneby our hidden whims.a god that looks like us,that acts like us,and despises all else.a prophylactic thrustof eternity,eternity sold on street corners…and all the whilethe stranger waits quietlyjust outside…
like stars falling
tiny sparks that explodeand are lost foreverin the never ending darkness….ghost ships sailingon uncharted seas…with no destination,and no way home.mountains that riseto stand for an infinite moment,and then are lost inpages of history long forgotten….we live our lives!too often unaware, ungrateful,to self-indulged to see,to taste, to touch, to feel;to do anything that makes a difference,to…
stop the senseless killing!
murder is murder.nothing you own or possessis worth the price of a human life…killing never brings peace!the bombs you dropyou lack of faith.the bodies you buryin the shallow ditch your children.only God knows the price you pay,only you know the God you face!every action brings eitherlife or death… your choice!
with hard desperate hands,
he stands on the precipicelooking for a way…and all his ideals, morals,and convictions fadeinto one pulsing need…to survive.hand on the gun,eyes fixed….back against the wall!