To The Hurt

Of nothing are we certain,
even of how prayer works when it does.

But this have I witnessed for myself,
that faith is never powerful and more persistent
than when encircled by humility.

Pink Bows and Ribbons

She's a living doll straight out of a fairytale book ,
The hues in her eyes are that of fractured prism,
The sheen of them is like marbles.
Her lips are sherry, the allurement of intoxication.

She is all pink bows and ribbons,
polka dot dressed, sugarcane in hand,
her cheeks are delicious; her smile
completely white the texture of Ben and Jerry.

And, then, oh wretched day! A plate stacked high with waffles
is put before the girl. Oh cursed! What might be her allergens?
For in a voice and in a tongue quite foreign --- one I'd swear ---
to scare the jeepers out of exorcists, the doll growls demonic:

"These waffles are not crispy!" Bows and ribbons hurled upside down,
the doll's hair stands on frizzled ends, and her head rotates 360.
Battle of the Bulge by wizards!
The buttons of the polka dot pop like Roman candles.

What makes the child's eyes bulge hideous?
In truth, we cannot say what causes this kind of revulsion,
or why living dolls from fairytale books
should suddenly go ballistic.

Suddenly

I sound crazy to you, do I?
Crazy is stupidity to the extreme.
I should act demure like a lady should?
A lady like that I wouldn't wanna to be.

I should behave like a blushing bride?
Another word for weak is shy. Be it known,
by my own sweat and with my own shovel,
three times I've been wedded, 3 times widowed.

Too romantic is a pit. Love yourself first.
Everyone else second. Embrace solitude.
Live in peace. The end of libido
is the beginning of happiness.

Show-me-ship

It's not about folding hands piously
or rolling eyes in swoons mystic.

Holiness is wholeness.

More than simple wholeness is showmanship.
Less than simple wholeness frames me a hypocrite.

In Search of Patterns

By careful observation puzzles are decoded.
Inspiration stimulates imagination.
Discernment distinguishes reality from fiction.

In fatiguing investigations, the near and simple explanations
can be easily overlooked. Study, study, study, study.
May the quest for knowledge keep us from becoming weary.

Thy will be done on Earth

Everything I eat, the clothes I wear,
the shelter over my head, of earth.
Therefore, when I pray, "Thy will be done on earth,"
I speak of these hands, of this my breath,
indeed, amen, even my soul I do not exclude.

Under The Crescent Moon

Crimson stars in deep hue night.
Parrot lip petals my delight.
Oh to the garden of the elusive,
Sage as a babe, blades of Yucca,
Rosemary not just a maiden,
but the Queen of Perfumes.