We may liken lower vibrations as dust,
a contaminant opaquing light of soul,
so let us be wary of ego’s lust thrust,
since it but deflects us from our true life role,
inducing us to engage in deeds unjust,
distancing us from God’s light, our true life goal.
Now that the truth is known, it is up to us,
to meld our head with heart and board God’s bliss bus.
Hidden in the valleys
Towered by mighty peaks
Lies the church of rejects
The church of those called weak
Those the powerful sent home
Out of strong belief
That they were a contaminant
Not worthy of the Chief
Rejected by mankind,
And seeking hopeful refuge
They travel long and far
To the Church who comforts me and you
They feed them bread and give them wine
And embrace them as they dine
See, the Church of rejects--
Who bear the pain of unacceptance
And watch rejection of the truth--
Is ministered by the one insulted
Humiliated
Murdered
Mutilated
Used as justification for those elected
The very men who cause rejection
Is ministered
By the one and only God above
The giver of light and truth
A tsunami of black ash blankets half a world
Trash toadstool hoodoos, wastelandic pillage
and pollutant mucus ravishes lava villages
Draining is the amalgam mass at the end of the spectrum
Stone environs shock, unnatural landscapes
Polyethylene islands flushing the canvas
Carbon contaminant fumes flair in mid drift air
Virtually no place on Earth is free of the polymer fog
Foaming magma cascades over metallic mushroom roots
Spiny shoots sprout tentacles from rubber trees
Mercury and cadmium toxin leeches' groundwater
Above the quicksand are flying objects that pass as vultures
For a million magarican dollars I was greeted by a masked spacebot
Left on moonlit Luna's Lot are my collection of yin-yang art articles
Carve into the birch trees, pollen breeze my air to breathe.
One more cough and one more sneeze until it’s over.
Tissue paper mottled with blood and yellow-green mucus, tearing and dissolving from tears.
There is always salt in my mouth these days.
Veiny leaves in the fervent winds remind me that I am an animal, and my skin gets filthier with each mawkish phrase that erupts from a faraway throat, but it feels like mine.
Beautiful and pathetic soliloquy fills up the air.
I am the only one.
I am the only one.
With the grasses' pedagogy and the flowers' instruction, I stand up and walk to the water.
Its chill cries out for help, my pollutant and contaminant is all but too much to be cleaned by a simple stream.
“I am sorry,” I say. “I am sorry Mother.”
I should have been listening this entire time.
The floor scrubbed raw but still they reflect
Stains from my own mess of stupidity and regret
A contaminant leper for all to see
This holy place I should be forsaken to be
My tainted soul shown through the cracking mirrors
I do not deserve even one of your tears
This corpse is rotting from the inside out
Cries of forgiveness from my mouth so desperately shout
You are the person that gives us choice.
A person that has a familiar voice.
You're there when we feel both smart and dumb.
We know not who you are, or where you come from.
We may unknowingly see you several times and not say hi.
Later we realize we saw you and regret passing you by.
You sound like a guardian angel, but your not.
Because a guardian angel can't be seen or caught.
If you're in our lives, and then leave us with 'what ifs'?.
Then we lost out and didn't see your silent gifts.
You say you contemplate the heavens and whats out there.
So you are something we all have and share.
Every once and a while it comes into our lives,
but its gone just as quickly as it arrives.
You present us with something right in front of our faces.
Then you disappear and vanish, into the unknown spaces.
You are not a person or even an object, your inanimate.
You try to push us, never letting our lives become a contaminant. .
So you always give us these things to try and help us advance.
Now, I could be wrong, but I think you are opportunity and chance.
***For Paula Swanson's contest, “Who am I?”
Like the vast sea creatures,
We too are different and rare.
All have different features,
But these differences some scare.
We are fish swimming in the vast sea,
Some blue, some green and others brown.
We are all fish yet only differences some see.
They see a certain color and on it place a crown.
Ignorance swims among us with a desguising smile,
Contaminating everything it touches with ease.
This contaminant is powerful and vile,
Only with common sense and knowledge can this problem cease.
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