Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Hell Of A Race

Hell is a place where laughter swells

orienting toward combustible bells

torrents of artesian wells, disrupted.

And after the host inhales the fumes,

memories seared with beautiful plumes,

rest in Oxford ties about the neck, encrusted.

The Devil arrives caring a well worn deck.

“Draw a card,” he delightfully dares,

a twinkle in his eye as our draw prepares...

to take from his hand, seeing no other choice.

Pray for the Joker so we can rejoice...

Yes, life goes on, the tics abound,

clocks and stocks rewound and rebound...

And we light a cigar, fat and sweet,

only to have it put out on the souls of our feet.

Integrity and love and Trust is preached.

The whistle blows as the starting line is reached.

We run side by side in our little slots,

contemplating betrayal the most horrendous of plots.

Never mind the folks who laid their bets on us.

Imprisoned in the stands, it is in our finishing, they trust.

And while we glare at the rabbit, all the while resenting

There in the stands our loved ones presenting...

Trust in us to finish the race,

with a full heart and a measure of grace.

See, we were not chosen, no we volunteered,

so toward a better Destiny this ship could be steered.

Friday, December 9, 2011


Here i am again,

face to face with nothing...

mirrored reflections,

vacant eyes.

I ask,"How did you arrive here... yet again?"

In stark silence,

no latitude, no laughter,

caught in the final crack of a falling leaf,

broken, yet again...

Set free.

Virtual visions of impending stories,

I take a break from myself,

solace in my disappointment,

allowing myself to reorient to Truth.

Gods loving hand outstretched...

waiting patiently for my return

to the loving Grace that envelopes me

and still sets me free to wander

through the sandcastles of time...

I have come to trust the crashing wave

that leaves me homeless, once again...

from fanciful dreams ... a contrived version

of this eternal belonging.

O God... Hold me, I am home.