Apple-Knocker
The right brain in his sophistication addressed the Left Brain.
“What do you want?” Left Brain replied,
Dressed in his overalls with the legs rolled up to his shin
And wearing his favorite baseball cap.
The right brain laughed,
“Why you dressed like that.
You need to make yourself more presentable.”
The left brain looked at him,
“Listen to you Mr. Uppity.”
The right brain in all his sophistication,
“You’re nothing but an apple-knocker.”
The left brain looked agitated,
“I ain’t no apple knocker.
I ain’t never in my whole life knocked on an apple.
It might make the worm come out.
What’s an apple-knocker anyway?”
The right brain looked at the left-brain
With his chest puffed out,
“An apple-knocker is you,
You’re nothing but a Gomer.”
The left brain scratched his head,
“Hmmm, I gotta think about that one.
Is that better than being an apple-knocker?”
Anger Equals Murder
The Sunday school Lesson of
when God asked Cain.
Why are you angry?
Anger equal murder.
The child rebelled.
"But teacher! I've been angry.
Even yesterday when dad
grounded me. But I didn't murder.
The teacher looked at the child.
Empathetic toward his feelings.
The teacher in a soft voice,
Murder starts in the heart.
Anger starts the moment you find
Something or someone unacceptable.
When you do not accept the situation
You give it control over you.
Watch your heart.
Your resentment becomes your fear.
The trial you face enrages the heart.
The trial you face tortures the soul.
The trial you face has given life to your fear.
The resentment has empowered you
To wipe out this person from your heart.
Anger is murder, even though
they still live.
Acceptance is the key to LOVE.
Judas
YES, YES, IT WAS ME!
One of the twelve.
But now an outcast.
I still recollect
How ’tween two thieves
His last breath expired
On that cross His body lifeless.
In my mind I screamed
“NO, NO, it wasn’t
S’pose to happen this way.
They Don’t Understand.”
The eleven I supped with,
The eleven I confided with,
The eleven I trusted so dearly.
Those eleven I loved
Their backs now turned.
I stand alone even centuries later.
The stigmata of my Lord
Burned into the very depths of my soul.
“Traitor, they yell!”
With fingers they point
“Traitor, they yell.”
My lot now cast
By those who profess
Followers of Love and forgiveness.
Silent I now be…
Doesn’t help to explain. Yet my mind…
In wretched torment. That decision I made,
Tortures my soul. I can not escape.
How long will it last? To rid myself of things passed.
How long will it last? Mind chatter of thoughts racing.
How long will it last? In agony my soul pleads,
“OH HOW I YEARN TO LOVE.”
“OH HOW I YEARN TO TRUST’
Though I dare not… Even centuries later…
My soul wanders to and fro Lost and alone.
In a world of my own
I suffer in fear.
The Tower
From depths of eternal nothingness
my soul yearns no screams, for safe abode.
My ego mind dominates my life
and battles with my soul,
A battle which creates my destiny’s fate.
To suffer the fate of The Tower.
That card of Tarot that will turn your life upside down.
The Tower calls my name and once again, I must endure
this raging storm where
howling winds are voices of my past.
“You are worthless, incorrigible.”
are statements that echo in my mind.
As the raging sea assaults the towering walls
of this body, that my soul claims refuge;
the menacing attacks of the sea awakens
the monsters of my deep subconscious.
Monsters that has been dormant within my inner being .
Monsters that answers to the name of fear and loneliness.
When suddenly, karmic lightning strikes my tower and
sets ablaze my once safe abode.
With my ego threatened, I have no choice but
to cast myself from heights thereof
and fall into the raging storm of uncertainty.
To face joblessness, homelessness, and
banishment from family and friends.
Inebriation seems so inviting,
but this storm offers spiritual guidance
in its precipitation. To this I must cling.
For Jesus, Lord and Saviour
will bring the Sun to illuminate my path.
Whereas the soul battled with the ego
It finds peace with my divine right mind
where my soul now claims refuge.
To bring Love and Joy to this age old body
and learn empowerment through the
through the creativity of my soul.
How wretched it is to trod the path of the fool.
No Words Spoken
The sun peeks o’er the eastern sky.
The rays of light permeates what was
Once darkness of night. Morning dew kisses
Queen Anne’s Lace And satiates the crickets who
Moments ago sang their song of love
For all who would only but listen.
No words spoken. No words needed.
For Mother Gaia is keenly aware
Of the guise of pretty words.
One can only approach deity
With a passionate heart. From the
depths of your soul Your heart enlightened
You connect to spirits of Earth.
No words spoken. No words needed.
The sun peeks o’er the eastern sky.
The rays of light permeates what was
Darkness of heart.
No words spoken. No words needed.