as life is ending
the truth does not change the past
nor punish lies told
deal with it…
as life is ending
as god is my witnessâĶ
iâve been wondering
if
godâs
still
watching us
or
if
god’s
turned down the sound
to avoid
hearing
all
the political profanity
iâve
also wondered
given
mankindâs ratings
among
angelic households
if godâs
considering
pulling the plug
on this
human designed
tragic sitcom
business as usualâĶ
who you love
or
who loves you
makes no difference
for
when
or
where
death will arrive
death is not
a romantic
just a practical
fallen angel
conducting
a contractual
obligation
so cherish
each moment
of
love
for
your contract
may have been
canceled
the hole-in-the-wall…
it’s grown
over the years
started out
in Wyoming
but
it’s grown
like
the nothing
in
the never ending story
an infamous
outlaw hideout
now engulfing
an entire nation
with its
criminal leadership
a leadership
that
warmly welcomes
it’s newest resident
flavio bolsonaro
my old neighbor…
he died in the house
he had built
a house
simple in design
perhaps
earthy
might describe it best
with its
wood stove
in the kitchen
to help heat
on winter days
he was
one of those folks
people underestimate
since he didn’t
spend his days
boasting
no
he preferred
spending his days
doing
unattended …
a diversionary prayer
was offered
from
the pulpit
but the questions
continued
to be whispered
among
those seated
on
the padded pews
how
could
a man of god
justify
the raping
of
children
why
were there
no admonishments
wielded
toward those
who committed
such crimes
were
divine words
to be ignored
when
the sinners are rich
what
should we do
to
honor the words
of the divine
the pastor’s
final words
go in peace
serve the lord
were not echoed
by
the congregation
there was
only
silence
old soulsâĶ
perhaps thereâs rebirth
as punishment for life lived
godâs version of hell
never seen anything like it…
conversations
with
just superlatives
leave
very little room
for
negotiation
and even less room
for
opposing thoughts
and most certainly
no
appreciation for
the rights
and
feelings of others
performance artâĶ
the ritualized scenes
have been rehearsed
since birth
the people
who
like killing
with religious text
in hand
have for generations
conducted their shows
of
unquestionable piety
for all to see
but
drink the unfinished
communion wine
while
watching porn
life not livedâĶ
remember
those childhood dreams
of
how life
would be
what
faith
and
hard work
would result in
and then
the reality
of
the world
and
the people
in it
