Sunday, May 28, 2017

Price Tag

When she came here
In this place here
No one heard anything louder than
The prices called
Across the terra cotta plaza

See the pleasure
What will you pay
To know the pleasure of
Her silken tresses before
All the world turns
Gray?

With the backdrop of barkers
Barking shouts for money
A gaggle of children run
Amok
Playing tag you're it
Now YOU
must pay

Small hands place coins
On the salesman's shelf
How much for just a slice of
Me?
How much to realign all my
Controls?

For we are human
Commodities of a different kind
Sold and selling out
For just the right price
Tagged behind our foreheads
Third eye
Pri(z)ed wide open
So we may finally see
What IT is
We shall
Be
Come

Again

Friday, May 26, 2017

Sad

It hurts to watch
Another
Or even
Myself try
To make merry when
The necessary ingredients like
Real people 
Real understanding 
Real worth
Real love
Are completely 
Missing
So merry simply isn't 
Anything more
Than an insipid drunken grin
Floundering in the absence of comfortable calm
Outside our place of
Business 
Minding our own
Business
And no one
Else's
Business

Bliss

?

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

First Contract

Before I came here

(And I do believe I speak
For most of us
If not all)

I looked back at God
And said

"Okay.
Even though the path is
Rough
And I may not like myself
Even most
Of the time
I think I want
To know who I am
And Who You are
Enough
To wager this here bet
Of incarnation.
I will be me
And when all is said
And done
Everything will somehow be
Okay."

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Thursday, May 4, 2017

Haiku Turntable

Wish I could have done
All the things you rightfully
Wish I could have done


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