being...

A Litmus Test

Placed among the reeds 

Baby Moses cried

visions of religions fade

blend together and apart

time clash 

ancient civilizations crash

are we for the silent truth... 

or do we represent the outrageous lie,

planting futuristic visions 

of red seas parted

of people with reservations 

on slave ships

bred like live stock for purposes 

like purchases, on sale ...

for the test of time by those

who treat the bible like a whore

truth be told their will come a day 

where truth cannot be ignored

when that day comes, might be tomorrow

don't hold your breath, might be later on this day

when an...

Dream synch

How do you nurture newfound ability

practicing practical ways 

to learn each new approach

to things once deemed impossible

a way to glean different views 

find hidden truths make the 

invisible parts reveal secrets 

and so allow us a path 

crossing over bridges between 

intrinsic meaning 

and passages beyond walls

we could not pass

while doing what others called dreaming

or worse, evil... simple ideas...

so many times lost in illusion

cast aside purely because 

they could not be discerned apart 

from the clouds of confusion

the component parts...

dangerous as its approach

like fighting dragons, futile

unless you discover 

the hidden weaknesses

to find the many possible solutio...

Rising Moon

rising moon's glow

calls to me... from my sleep

my inner soul awakening

to surface from the deep

the audience i seek

peeks over the horizon

a welcome sight

a minor miracle

to dip a footprint of the sun

not quite a refection

more like a reverse shadow

to break the spell of darkness

its faint glow

spread as if a veil of sanity

amidst the madness

not quite singing the suns song

it does not know the words

still, it belongs, here

a point of focus when 

we hide our fears

release our 

hidden emotions

and let fly, 

our tears

Life

life... 

looking back 

to the beginning

following its course...

a battle we seem 

to think we're winning

choosing sides in a divorce?

when all the while 

we should be changing course

back to the source

others may make it seem

this is only a dream

to have you give up... 

what it is they're after

written upon your genes

Remember this

freedom is a game they play

inviting you to play games of chance

taken by things you may not understand

at first requests, next come demands

practiced steps ...in the devils dance

things are not always what they seem

......

Feat

A herald angel came to me one cold stormy night

cried as he spilled out his troubles

i told him its going to be alright

although we aren't tight, i listened

nodded to acknowledge his emotions

at all the right pauses 

as a chorus sang in the background

signaling an incoming curtain of fog

trumpets played a blues melody 

so profound ...i felt compelled 

to follow the beat, body, head and feet

got down... got carried away perhaps

but then that's all me...

as Popeye sez, i am who i am

took me over the edge of sanity

to a garden in paradise, 

filled with many wonderful things

sorry, i'd forgotten about the angel

as his darkest...

Flight

tunnel vision

no escape from 

cold, hard facts

raw emotions betrayed 

by unexpected setbacks, 

false promises 

and sneak attacks

beyond tactful exchanges 

of well-chosen words

throwing curves to 

distract and obscure

wholesome, kind, nutritious, 

delicious, 

words which dance 

off your tongue

fanciful dreams... 

which bring to mind

particles of loose ideas

magical moments 

where we transform

thoughts and visions sublime

our minds untethered, 

now

freed to explore 

Chalk lines

feigned grace 

like astronauts walking in space

except floating, paused

with a condition called death

stuck in a pose, staring at space

but there's nothing to see

the blank empty stare

a last imposition

no longer aware

of shadows or light

locked into position

a graduate of the life

in the art of dying

now just dying art

except the dying part

is a permanent start

it keeps on coming

never seems to finish

next up... another young kid 

with the illusion of unlimited potential

a voice that's could have been 

instrumental to replenish 

the fast dying sense of community

not enough to be free anymore

cu...

Too late

Warp factors... 

don masks, come low

creep in from deep in shadows

find you unprepared 

for the coming haze

sweeping you off your feet... 

don't be surprised

they caught you cheating, 

it was so obvious

even you knew better 

than go on with

a damn lie... a sad alibi, 

set to deceive

that no one believed, but you

why, try? if you are not willing 

to die for the truth

you let yourself expire 

for wearing a wire

remember, crack killed applejack

Keep it up... temptations calls

start to connect... call collect, 

you deflect taunting, teasing... in effect. 

War of Souls

Its a  war, bodies,

minds, hearts, spirits

lets not forget tech...

do not lose your mind

macho hulks from olden daze

went in blind...

not on your battlefield of today

that same nerdy kid they call the wiz

can erase your heat signature 

before your helo left the ground

you'd been hacked from outer space 

that same ghetto kid you called a joke

does M2A3's now, you got smoked 

before you reached the punchline

he would have killed your entire grid

linked to a stealth F35 Acquired your digits

verified and fired

twenty seconds from now 

you're going to die

the propaganda machine still lies

Struggle

A griot beats a drum all day

without pause, as if in prayer...

As children play chasing grasshoppers

for snacks

get drawn in by the hypnotic beat

causing an awakening, inside

delivering the  word 

though none has been spoken 

yet, once the silence 

was broken

ripples of soul magic flowed

began to create  sparks

which touched the hearts

of those most ready to listen

a subtle change

imperceptible, occurred

before a brief pause 

for silence

he softly spoke

building from brief rounds

of non-sensible

utterances

using silly, childish syllables

morphing to words

in a ...