Suppose

Suppose A-man should
worship worship?
What would that
Worship be?
Wise things.
Suppose A-man should
Worship freedom?
All things would
Slow Him down.
Real things.
Suppose A-man should
Worship conflict?
You and Thee.
The only way
You can feel free
Is when two are one
That leaves only me.

Juggler

If I could juggle
I'd juggle three eggs
I'd walk to the hen house
On wobbly legs
and
I'd pluck them from their straw nest
A pretty brown egg
Then pluck yet another while
Hopping on legs
Gone suddenly tingley
because of the cold
Being winter and breezy
And I was so bold.
When all of the eggs
Were snug in my hand
I'd toss up the odd egg
And spread-legged stand.
Then
When number one egg
Was just about "up" I'd
Toss up the third egg
And spread my legs wide.
But number two egg
Would be my demise
As into the cold air
Number two flies.
If I could juggle
I'd do it for hash
Or three new brown eggs
As mine are all smashed.

Web

It has come to my attention
Said the spider to the fly
You are caught in my suspension
And now soon you're going to die.
It may be a bit confining
To be wrapped and tucked away
But my daughters are all pining
For a snack or two today.
As we lay you on the table
And we bow our heads to pray
You will note we all are grateful
That your flight turned out this way.

Hidey Cat

I who have held you
     Have killed you
So I give you
     this form
In which to live
As I cannot give you
     life
I give what I have of you
To the Creator of Life
Knowing She
Will give you life
     Once again
Happy skies
Bright flavors
Warm mates
Quick death
The Goddess remembers
     Us All.

Human Race

And there is no more to Eden
Than a fleeting backward glance
As we race into tomorrow
Like a dancer in a trance.
And we race into tomorrow
Like a madman in a daze
Thinking nothing of the sorrow
Thinking only of todays
And the joyous ache within us
For a savior yet to come
Is the drive within that pushes us
And then passes into some.
So we searched the Holy Desert
Finding only dirt and graves
And a sandstone face that faces East
And says that "Jesus Saves."

The Pond

Beware the surface of the winter pond
It will not hold you very long
But pull you down into the depths
And rob you of your vital breaths
Then freeze again and shiny black
To lure us in, and on, then crack!

Hearts of Men

Within some hearts of men there dwells
The darkest hound of deepest Hell
And yet within there also sings
The brightest soul on angels wings.

Jan. 1 2011

Another year
Another tear
For those who are
No longer near.
It seems the same
This mortal frame
Just as old
Not yet cold
And not yet ready
To end the game.