The way I see things...

The truth is out
and though I speak not in tongues
I know its identity.

My conscience bleeds; I'm not saved.

I look above and I see the heavens open
I look below and I see the damp black soil.

I look from the outside into my own life and I see death.
I look at the anointed dead and I see a new life.

Truth is, like knittings we have much we share in common; same patterns.
Sadly, like knittings we fall apart so easily.

The world desensitized by lies...

I witness a moment's suicide to end its past but create a future history for those who witness...

Learn from the mistakes of others...

He who is in need beholds the rubric of judgment, like a human scavenger extending his empty hand wide open.

And you feed him not, your heart be judged by his need.

A scare crow stands at mid-field..
Like black crows we fill the skies but no one sees the good in us.

You expect me to fall but like a black cat I fall and manage to land on my feet.

No more hate...

Put to exile, like a marching army it uniformly marches out of my life...

Though sometimes hate manages to coma fledge deep within the density of my mind...


Hate speaks and says an eye for an eye.
Love says we'll all go blind.

Its as if everything that we don't like brings us closer to the truth of whom we really are...