God
Christ
Spirit
Trinity
Godhead, three in One
Existed before time began
Who, from eternity past, had a plan for mankind
Knowing man would sin, God sent His Son as a sacrifice for those who believe in Him.
Written on 3/8/2015
Fibonacci
That freedom is a fine goddess
Is a keepsake to which we Americans are wise.
Her toga conceals timeless wounds
That once perhaps were lies.
new misogynistic hatred
springs forth from the altar
worship my deity
breathe the chemical imbalance
and choke on my godhead
you, who are meager
you, who are my servants
you emaciated addicts
Oh, let the citadel of freedom rise
from brash Poseidon’s embryonic sea,
rise writhing on the waves of discontent.
Oh, rip, the fluid surface of man’s soul free.
Oh, fill the listless heart of earth's psyche,
call Amphitrite, nymph wife, goddess of the sea
from their love’s embrace will rise a pinnacle
Oh, new home of justice and liberty.
Oh, see the Dove fly over all with grace
for He most High wishes all his people free.
Oh, laud the principles of Republic
from the Atlantic to the Pacific sea.
I see so constantly
the mother I wish not to be
a trainwreck citing meat too lean
malnourished and mis-wed by seventeen
I am the feet that swell and sore
under plum-bruised body and broken back
an assembly line of plastic doors
for plastic cars on plastic tracks
and I breathe the bright ladylike sea;
drown in her Riesling spindrift air
for I am dying words of ennui
so trite and unaware
an impromptu speech
to Father - I've planned for seven years
the words I thought would safely breach
my stiff and stilted fears
and name this ugly rabbit's foot
painted black by years of soot
I am the God of captious rancor
the necrotic rot you've been searching for
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