Ransom the wicked world for pennies
to magnify how little good remains
spurn beauty for the exposure
Cry out …in the mire ..to find some hope
when we discover flames that do hold us here..
violent echoes of what we are..
Trances of earlier times
now repeated ..obedient to history’s tune..
lay before your eyes ..
colored by time in vast cauldrons of
memories…naked to the dawning of my wishful
raindrops of purpose dripping ..over desire to be
trounced in every direction..
by those who hold the word ..
so forcefully.. in jealous teeth
this soul’s exploration of the inner me..
splendor that others cannot see…
Discovering a calm internal ..
somber ..depth unknown..
Bliss stands before my eyes
to take a bow…