Whatever I did last time didn’t work
because here I am again.
Before I died I was Me
after I died I was Me
today I am Me.
But also now I am me, the spongy ego
that was fattened up on Catholic scripture
one flavor of monotheism
in which three dimensional humans grasp futilely
at infinitely dimensional God
[or Reality or Infinity or…].
Anomalously an individual has the
universal experience of God
and sets about to share the experience
and followers create a religion
that captures the essence
of what they thought the anomalous individual meant.
It is stale words promoting faith as a path to salvation
on a bright polished spoon
wielded by desperate yet confident people
selling something that they do not own.
I departed so we both could be alone.
In the center of myself
there is a vastness that can be elusive
where feelings arise
knowledge becomes wisdom
and Truth is illuminated.
Categories:
anomalously, faith, religious,
Form: Free verse
like flowers
in a zephyr of spring
she danced
in love's blossoms
she loved him
as much as any
inexperienced lover could
with all of her heart
she'd even die for him
oh how she giggled
...teasing about a text
from an ex lover
in a cute little way
inquisitively waiting
for his response
hoping his love was true
as any young lover would
...she knew how she felt
she would die for him
she watched
as his eyes grew
not amorously
as she expected
but anomalously
to the point of rage
she feared his touch
his hands seemed less tender
less loving than before
his eyes
more piercing
than she recalled
she watched
as he became enraged
someone she hated
she said she'd die for him
she didn't mean it
literally
...she died by him instead
Categories:
anomalously, death, fear, jealousy, love,
Form: Free verse
Where's my soul?
Come, show me myself.
But just as I looked into my own reflection,
Behold, it was another person staring back at me; my identity is gone.
Not knowing my own self but in a shadow, in a maze,
I've drifted to where the wind blew.
Dissembled by the little white lies of the Harbinger,
Who brought news of a place with deep affection,
A glorious lagoon; filled with lust and despair.
Pleasures that last only momentarily and then back again in anguish,
Found in a place of remorse; in a cave of woes.
Fill me with wine and keep my heart filled with the lies of my youth,
Tickle my ears with soft soapy words,
Words that will nourish my ego and stretch my wings far from reason.
But like a vanished light, my soul has departed from me,
And as I searched for it, I find only a silhouette staring back at me.
Like a fading rainbow, it is no where to be found.
No where back to myself, but just a shell of a man.
Like a tenant who has long abandoned his house.
For I have threaded anomalously far away from myself,
And has forgotten who I used to be.
Categories:
anomalously, absence, confusion, dark, identity,
Form: Abecedarian
What's wrong?
What's right?
What's true?
What are lies?
Are you my friend?
Are you my foe?
Can I trust you?
Or will you break me?
Are friendships suppose to be like this?
So tragic, so anomalously sad?
Will I be stronger?
Is it better I hold on half knowingly?
Or should I become more vulnerable?
I'm lost.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I really don't know.
Categories:
anomalously, allusion, anger, anxiety, appreciation,
Form: Blank verse