Thursday, October 30, 2008

Election woes

He says he loves us
reminds us that we are all
one color: Americans.

While the other
fusses over fiscal ideology:
Make the rich richer
and the poor poorer

She loves the promise of
closet space: you can betcha
Maverick will make it so!

He is a working man:
never falter, never fail.
Get back up!
Don't back down!

Push and pull
Grunt and Shove
Tag - you're it!

Tired of defending
my reasons
behind insight.

Veterans for McCain -
they shout and scream:
try to make me believe.

As if I love my Country
less - because I believe
in Hope and Change...

I may be the only one
in a Red world that
wears Blue, but
all the while

I dream for
you too...

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Painkiller

Pain swallows her slowly
Driven backwards
As her world slips away
Regressing, not progressing
She tries
She cries
She yearns, aches, prays
For help
Again and again
God doesn’t answer
She can’t hear Him
LISTEN
She cries
He has heard
Reality fades away
More pills
Make more pain
Distortion
Loss
Envy
Everything wasted
For her moment
Failed misery
Beaten by love

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Thou Shalt Not Kill

Sleep deprived soldier

Death becomes a looking glass,
solemn eyes glare back at him
from the grave.

Staring at the barrel of the gun
again – for the third time today
He pulls the trigger for effect.

Roulette – the game of fate

It fails again, and he’s left
with memories of all
the lives he took away.

Tears roll.
Rockets blare.
Children cry.

He begs God
to take his life.

He has stripped fate
from the innocent
and wants punishment,

He covers himself
goodnight, and
closes his tear-stained eyes -

Hopeful that
tommorow
he can go home

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Who Decides?

How is it that we ended up here,
In this catechism
bound by
His covenants?

Afraid to touch
to even smile
at one another...

The
magnifying glass
has broken,

yet we still
hide
under this veil
of uncertainty,

terrified that
what we might find
will keep us from
eternity.

You
are
damned
from
within,

condemned
by
love,

without
even
knowing
where
morality
hides.

Forgive me,
for I know
not which
words are
Lies,

Which Truth
simply
died with the
Cross...

Until then
my dear

Goodbye

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Broken

Tired of trying
Of feeling
Send me
Away
Bake me
Chill me
Whatever it takes
Flying low
Fuel is gone
Break
Secure my thoughts
They
Are Being
Swept Away
By this
Pounding
Migraine

Friday, October 3, 2008

Freedom of Sight

The woman peeked
through her prison of cloth
wondering what it would be like
to see the sunset
outside with her hair down.

A lifetime behind burkas,
freedom was a prayer
that Allah could not
seem to grant her,
and she willingly accepted.

The month of Ramadan
ensured her that
He would reward her someday,
and in death she could embrace
true exhaltation.

Faith stripped her of insight,
and though she felt the eyes of the world
upon her as her oppression grew
she was blessed with ignorance
for she did not understand.

Only when the Americans
came tromping through her city
did she began to realize that
one could watch the beauty
of the earth without a veil.

So she continued to pray,
that someday her
burka could be removed
and she too, could laugh
and cry in freedom.

Her children would go to school
and new possibilities would emerge.
So she sat outside sipping her chai
and watched the sunset
through covered eyes -

praying that one day
Allah would lift her soul
to the heavens above
and she would open her eyes
fully for the very first time.