Sensory Impaired

I lived my life gagged and bound
Fearful of every sound
Clangs by far were the worse to bear
Screeches a close second
The world is loud, brash and howls
Was all that I could reckon

Boundaries escaped me
Your will preceded mine
The squeaky wheel forever greased
Became my peace of mind

Recalcitrance exacts a toll
No less was asked or given
My faculty the price I paid
Now I twirl to an inward static
Insanity homemade


I Prayed For Healing

I prayed for healing
Closed my eyes
And faced the rising East
A voice within, without, above
Promised no release

I prayed for safety
Free me from
The hate which loads the gun
Good luck with that, I heard quite clear
It’s better if you run

What lies I’ve read my whole life through
Too numerous to count
My little words like grains of sand
Offered up in tears
Fell silently, one by one, from such careless hands

Stop squawking, child, all the noise
You raise has no true merit
Please read between the lines
Suffering and boundless grace
Is all you will inherit

Apples and Oranges

Beer the color of honey
Mead the intoxication of the gods
Heroic verse rises with each goblet
Fallen brothers lauded against the odds
Alas glory and vanity the singer bereaves
It matters naught what you believe

Zeus and Jupiter toss a coin
Both lose
Predestined by the stars of course
Apples and oranges rain down from above
Hera laughs
She wrote the book of love

Listen to your mama
Behind the habit and veil
Centuries of patience
Simmer and stare
Let’s set the date and the meeting place
Who said anything about fate

What’s foul is not fair
Scent of a woman
Stirs in the air


I walk around with my head bent down
Viewing chance as a holiday
Have you heard how I made my rounds
Avoiding cracks till I lost my way

I enter church and I bow my head
Caritas till your sleeve bleeds red
Jonah screamed leave me be I’d rather die
Your new age love is a goddamn lie

He sat below a withered vine
Sulked and scorned, arrogance besieged
Kill me now but I won’t concede
Your hippie love is at best misconceived

I walk around with my head bent down
Humility rests upon the ground
I lose myself in the muck and mire
As such a life bought and bound requires