The air can be relatively silent
or noiseful wind – sort of like,
flatulence – both blessing and
curse~ depending on where and
when. The who, more often, not
forthright.
Do we wrongly blame
God, for our own airs – what we
take in and give off, lusts of the
appetite, making foul smelling of
an otherwise sacred dwelling?
To my mind, better we
advocate for greener mountains, and less
polluted seas – myself, not so fond of skin ulcers,
burning, blistering pees.
No Second Coming, till our own transformation
Christ is not late
We are….
Categories:
noiseful, christian, god, inspirational, introspection,
Form: Free verse
Silence
is
The silent yet lousily kneading minds
To the quiescent stormy thought
Silent, yet choruses noiselessly on callused hands
Amen on the lips of pagan, frightened fingers at the feet of the tyrant
Silence speaks
The noiseful nudge,
Grenades in the grin
of errant unworthy fathers
What silence says is loud
Across the disappearing lawns of life
Mangled by few wayward clones
I hear from the distance
The laughter of once somnolent silence
as the land is baked stiff by brigands
Silence eternally shall crown their lust
In the abyss of thunderous lashes
Categories:
noiseful, society,
Form: Free verse