Thursday, May 21, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
So long as we are lost in the shadows
Your memory will fade into the ash beneath our feet.
So long as we wallow in our self importance
Your pricelessness will be buried beneath our egotistical mindset.
So long as we sink in our pocketfuls of power
Your golden streets will relinquish beneath the hierarchy of our currency.
So long as sameness defines our acceptance into society
Your uniqueness will be doused in the fumes of our cultures’ favorite hair dye.
So long as morality is drowned in the perversity of the latest fashion
statement Your purity will do the same.
So long as Your gift is mistaken for reward
Your death will lose all meaning in the regulations of religiosity.
So long as we remember ourselves
You will be forgotten.
So long, my Lord.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
(i long to live as a lion so i violently tuff up my mane)
oh high king of heaven,
my victory won!!
(but i could still taste the soot in my lungs
when that chorus was finally sung)
i called you so often, but you never came
i reached out to you! but you paid no attention
and as wisdom shouts out into the noisy streets
i will cusp my ears tight in stubborn pretension
("how terrible for you who lie awake at night, thinking up evil plans")
BARREL LOADED!!! (to your brother...)
Abel! run for cover!
if you tilt, i tilt your world in my hands -
take up my life with fraud and violence, and serpent i will meet your demands!
bag lady, you know I heard you sing and
(or rumor has it) you believed in me
...and december's finally set me free...
(but Mary! i've forgotten just what it means to breathe!)
and as she held baby jesus so very closely (to her bosom, to her soul)
i will cling tightly to my demons in the dark and imagine what it's like
singers, did you feel the ground shake beneath you
when your mustard seed fell deep in dark soil?
but i called out "TORTURE!" amongst the scoffers
(and though the ground is once more fertile)
and as his mother's blood begins to boil,
(and as we pollute god's lips with gin and oil)
i've ne're witnessed such turmoil
as when his heart reflected mine! (and, oh, on that note, my god died)
be the change!
said mother, father,
brother, sister, son, daughter,
i come to you (the porno pauper) with understanding in my open hands
and a tired knowledge in my eyes
(if this beauty is so sacred, how does it sell so fast?)
i still remember the first time i died ...
-and oh so unknowingly- gave it a second try
BUT LOVE IS PATIENT!!! LOVE IS KIND!!!
and somewhere amongst this mishap i was allowed to survive
be the change, said angels, demons,
i long to live as a lion
so i study him studying me violently tuff up my mane...