Oh to find a way, there is one

in this noise polluted partition of city

i can hear silent screams in various chambers

of city streets, and beneath

underground, behind closed vaults of torture

Victim’s innocent cries for help

my air conditioned, warm central heating

Carpeted floors, eggnog and song merry . . .

oozing with prickly restless pain man of sorrows

Can you too, hear the screams 

of humans multitudes’ unseen souls’ squalor pain and abuse?

Familial fights, drunken rages, emotion’s hurts, angry threats

broken shattered scattered spirits’ right to live yet the archvillian 

amok runs defying knowing his days are short

battle ’tween heaven and hell for the free will

choice of man’s duality Eden lost

punishing willing/unwilling confused, enchanted, betwixt vexed souls

the saver stands ready omni potent 

paradoxically meek as lamb comin’ strong judah’s lion

this final age of man in his new age song

he waiting wanting waters bathe the willin’

empty desperate needy dyin’ souls reachin’

my sanity taxed so deep, a forlorn dirge 

in melancholy yet holy heart in chant i sing

“leaves me helpless, . . . blood moon on the right,” 

So quiet outside, steady rain falls

Misty cool beauty stillness, i feel smooth caress 

of nature’s weather machine gentle this time relaxed serene . . .

Can you feel the frog’s metaphorical pain in proverbial pot

of boiling water with world’s incoming population boom

human young borne into age of techno mind 

numbing modern chipped lambs to slaughter world?

freedom flies, cries of liberty dies with each act of patriot

gasping for feeble breath for human renaissance 

forgotten Eden portal lost again and again rejected

casualties of innocent living, peace loving sheep breathing 

large beautiful round pupil-ed eyes rolling back 

earth’s beings strangled with marshal edict laws’, words and violence

sleep peacefully my love drink deep the gathering doom

shelter yourself in the bosom of the good shepard ‘til nights’ gloom passes 

an’ he gathers you up to his wedding room

superficiality as onion skin deep

as in the gap ’tween a gnat’s eyelashes

human flesh paper thin vaporized dreams of pride 

as strong as an iron pad lock on a cardboard fence

anger misdirected internal disequilibrium

mental flow conundrum

superficiality like broken promises

carried on yesterday’s winds it is me until

i see your face across shining seas’ sailings

it will take long stretches of struggle to cross

deserts, canyons ’n jagged rocks

along the way assaulted by emotions’ robbers

“you are not of this world yet i have placed you in it

the good along with the evil

i have found you a place, for you in the wilderness”

so it is, i see your face across a shining sea

atop high elevated bluffs rising like Masada

a fortress agin the builders of pyramids’ eye

superficiality as thin as the rants of scoffers

human flesh, paper thin vaporized dreams of pride

as strong as an iron pad lock on a cardboard fence

intelligence as high as the mountains of the Himalayas

contained within babes’ innocence acceptance of truth

expanse of reality so wide so infinitely far

as the glorious, unknown, unscaled universe 

I lost my lampstand

followed it to the edge of a texas midnight stream

collapsed at the base of a gnarled tree

scratched ’n clawed at its roots

seeking my twisted mind entwined

felt for it it in this subterranean base

entangled placed beneath the humid earth

i lost my lampstand sought the key

a firefly floated hung over my eye n’ led

to find my bloodied corpse near edge of mocking brook

to my second death I nearly fell in a waiting sinkhole

both of them berated me refused to cleanse my soul

i stumbled o’er barren soil that led to desolate desert

where the rocks taunted me and skinned my stumbling shins

came upon the midnight midst where shadows phantom grey

shimmered red in a sea of rusting lanterns lay

i smelled the thoughts of ghouls whose bony clutches reached

then beyond and with the light of billion quasars shone

he have me back my lamp

a son of man stood bloodied in the center of the universe

his words stamped upon the face of he who took my light

the son of man stood in dazzling light

with substance' truth verily clothed

surrounded by countless ones 

platinum rays, pearled pillars, precious chorus singing

he gave me back my lamp

he gave me back his lamp

You’re driving through chrome traffic,

bumper tunnel vision

glass bubbles insulate you from human forms

form after human form,

your ubiquitous routine, driving

daily, nightly, survival function human transport

archaic

incessant route,

some forms huddled forward

unseen communication device below eye line,

heads flick up, down, down and up

on this freeway

other forms hold fast to their device oblivious

they drive, some with both hands,

some, one with one; the other at wheel,

deadpan faces, mind fog reality escape

from the asphalt grind

even music bores you

AM, FM, XMradio, canned tunes makes no matter,

your thoughts wander here to there everywhere

your colors are grey, silver, black and rust

on railings of this asphalt vein of travel

You’re just going to work, nothing unusual

like you’ve done countless times

so what do you do now?

Your mind drifts, it’s got a mind of its own

you yield,

at first you enjoy it then feel conviction and attempt resistance

but in the end it wins with resignation

whatever

let it take me where it will

alarm, brakes, some jerk cut into your line of trajectory,

you curse call him or her, a few awful names for which you simultaneously ask forgiveness

and on and on you go into oblivion

led by a renegade mind

lost in a metallic cloud of traffic

trapped in a metal silicon glass cocoon

Your boss is an insensitive jerk a bitch, a witch an ass….e

is where your mind took you

you hate your job in fact,

road rage begins gritting your teeth

your shoulders tense, your head spins in anger

then you hear a still small voice: “I love you from the foundations of the world”

spend time with me, I am here, I know you’re thirsty. Take my yoke, it's not heavy"

you grab your wayward mind and shake it

reprimanding it with firm telepathy; you manage to commandeer it

takes effort; you’ve done before

you reign it in with a thing called prayer

or just plain old talk with him,

the invisible Christ who you know is always there

whether you feel him or not

you settle in and relax feeling more equipped

handle the freeway

the internal turmoil of modern stress

you yield but this time to the spirit of the true God

you begin pondering on matters of godly love

even in the midst of controlled chaos on this LA road

you feel peace

you begin singing as you

push the radio dial on

and punch preset for, KLOVE

The smell of pennies filled the tiled floors and fluorescent lights with a thick, wet urgency that seeped from the cracks in the pale pink walls and weighed heavily on her broken wings. Blind heat shone through her fractured ribs and quarts of quarters billowed out between her lips. With her hands slick with metal and eyes tired with lead she began to slip; falling into comforting cool darkness that reminded her of the feeling of your temple pressed to a glass on the road to nowhere on a subway train or a car filled with people you've known all your life but have never really known. Her heart flew out of chest and reached up her throat. She could almost make out her own voice catching on the air as she gasped for redemption.

Crescendo Crescendo Crescendo.

we live life in

black and white

yet we cry for the

lack of gold

we are

Times New Roman

and size 12 font

no italics and no bold

we may walk along

the dotted lines

if we fit

inside the frame

of society's portrait

of a beautiful life;

filtered black and white

titled 'The Living Game'.