03/27/13

Shifting Passion Play

 

It’s iconic
Ironic
This repeated passion play
I could prostrate myself,
Allow your scourge to freely flay
Still, it would not be enough
You’d come back another day
Angry

I could struggle through the darkness
Of our shared Gethsemane
Let you revile, defile, deny
Me
It would not be enough
You still would fail to see
Resentful

I could walk to Golgotha
Accept your jabs and barbs
Wear your crown of thorns
Embrace your scorn
You’d still want more
Vengeful

I could climb the mount to Calvary
Hang there upon the crux
Naked, mocked and doomed
It would not be enough.
You’d rub salt in my wounds
Righteous

It’s useless, this processional, repeated passion play
Then, Aha!
I see the light of day
Perhaps the change to make’s not yours,
But mine.
I pray.

I’ll completely shift my focus
Look inside
My will be thine.

01/22/13

It’s Not Illicit

shrimp
in horseradish sauce
at 10 a.m.
makes me think
of you

wine
two bottles
and a bit of cheese will do
when we dine
we two

dark
the chocolate
hours spent entwined
early morning coffee
you brew

light
demeanor, gait
when parting just ‘fore dawn
as lovers, lifers
do

01/13/13

Feckless

feck·less

/ˈfeklis/

Adjective
  1. (of a person) Lacking in efficiency or vitality.
  2. Unthinking and irresponsible.
Synonyms
powerless – ineffective – helpless

Feckless
you are
boasting, toasting, carrying on
braggart, impotent czar
listening to no one
posturing
set to spar
disgracing
disagreeing
joining voice
with zealots, far
creating own undoing
we’re done
it’s au revoir

05/30/12

It Takes an Artist

They’ve always been there
The green, pink, blue
Refracted light
Varying hue
From the beginning
Morning, noon, night
Direct from God’s palette
Each to delight
But it takes an artist
To put them into perspective

Must be a matter of passion

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