ILLUSIONS

It does not take a whole lot

Of what my soul is not

To distort

The being who I am alone;

So I pray my God

To take

The visions and the sounds

Of the lies and the deceptions

I have known:

What has shone as light in what should be the darkness,

What has grown as habit where I should be free,

What has thrown itself to where I’d live as conscious

To become the stone that I would think as me.

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BROKE

Emptiness is silence.

It is darkness.

It is death.

It is finding who I am

Without the rhythm of my breath.

It is seeing more where I am now

Than where I was or went.

It is knowing I am not alone

And much more than how I’m spent.

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Every moment alone has a siren

That calls to the silence within,

Come leave what is precious enchantment, your soul.

Come run to unholy abandon.

Your Christ is a vision uncertain.

The senses are the only thing sure.

What world would enrich now your presence?

Which dream leave you orphaned and poor?

You know what is clear proper knowledge.

You’ve seen all the black and the white.

You have what you need and need dare not concede

To the testament of a flickering light.

Embrace what is clearly before you.

Bow down to that altar so bold.

Forget what you cannot approach without feeling

The magic of its wondrous hold.

The pain and the suffering will wait there

In the shadow of thousands of days

Where the present will beckon our homage

With the promise that our pleasure stays.

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The yeses and the no’s float merrily by

As I try me each day more to live than to die

While with the thought of the good and the evil I vie

In a relative personal way.

The circles turn quickly around God, you and me

And the glimpses of faith, hope and charity

As I try with my best the whole picture to see

While my senses cling close here today.

What ‘yes’ may bring pain undesired?

What ‘no’ keep me too much here mired?

How come me to choose more inspired?

That life will more linger and stay.

Ah, therein lies the dilemma not moot;

What life and what death does me suit?

As the yeses and the no’s I recruit

From the center while the edges I fray;

In pleasures too blind for the journey,

In journeys too distant and wide,

In battles too close to the struggle within

That I cannot in clarity decide.

So living and dying keep passing

And God keeps on being everlasting

While my self I am forging and casting

By the yeses and the no’s that I try.

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It is the silence and the solitude that would turn my inside out,

When I look to comfort elsewhere in something I can surmount.

Yes, the journey is unsettling when there’s nothing there for me,

And I run to senses comfort, in what I hear and what I see.

Then my death is less outstanding in a world in my control,

And I find pleasure more in my body and in the world than with my soul.

But the lifespan of the former is mere measured minutes mine

While the soul is taking pictures for eternal time rewind.

So we play the circle daily in and out and round and round

Till we realize in earnest we are hell or heaven bound,

Where this world must be a memory and no one accompany

But the silence and the solitude in the soul that will be me.

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Am I using all my God-given talents?

You know, the body, the mind and the soul;

Am I seeking to keep the perspective

Seeing everything as part of a whole?

Not leaning too much to one facet

Or avoiding that which doesn’t make sense;

Am I straining to forget the future and the past

And living too much in the present tense?

Nothing lasts forever!

So why is not nothing sanctified?

Why it is because it is transient and silly,

You know, that which has withered and died.

Oh, I see the cause for avoidance,

Profanity has greater appeal;

It puffs ourselves up and it feeds what is pride

And it keeps us from having to kneel.

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Life, itself, without some comfort is so scary

I am all alone and all alone must parry

What the world and the Unknown would have me carry

On my shoulders, on my back and in my head.

So I travel round the places I have been

And I cling to what I’ve heard and what I’ve seen

Till the end from everything I must be weaned

And I find what is alive and what is dead.

Should I cower in the corner or take courage

From a faith, a hope, a love that I can share?

Can I step into the dark that does disparage

All the folly that my pride did choose to dare?

Yes, the end will have me naked and so humble

Like the Garden or the womb that I forgot

So I pray that all I am will never crumble

To the forces where I’ll find that I am not.

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What topic is taboo for the sensitivities of you

Who would censurize the view

From the heights to which you flew?

So we must watch our p’s and q’s

And we must not and we must do

Even though we have not a clue of the Truth.

And then you take to make control a fate complete

As you would choose your point to bring it home and beat

Upon my head, my heart, my back, my soul or seat

In terms my being cannot long in time refute.

So I become like you a lost and weary human

Who does not know the journey home for the humble true man

And must begin to think alone himself an island

Where the Spirit becomes stultified and mute.

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