Ageism

This young one sought love In tangible terms A perfect union of physical nurture Pursing the hope of this world That seeking is finding And contentment is self-binding

This old one found love In intangible terms A perfect union of spiritual nurture Trusting the Hope of the world That finding is seeking And contentment is self-releasing

To The Visionaries

My visions private ravings my dreams indecipherable profane fortunes failed to hold your attention.

Eternal digressions revelatory excursions mismanaged prayers poured salt in my wounds

Pocket tablets and keys expose the confessor's intentions I heard what I chose to and was late in repenting

‍                                   ‍ Spirit of Delusion

A mantle over a Zionist oracle Disguises the rock-hurling gentry, Aristocratic self-absorbed blasphemers A neo-Nazi order of false witnesses

Commandants, the cult of our times Swirls intentional confusion In a bid to falsify Yahweh’s heart Of compassion for the oppressed.

Without Him, the sirens refuse to sing His crippled fingers spasm back to life But St. Peter can’t resist the urge to Wrap himself in his black canvas sails