The hand is up, stopping me in my quest
I stare at it, for it has taken on a life of its own
It is startling me with its mono-eye.
What is she trying to tell me?
Does the owner of the hand sense
The power of healing he has in this she-hand?
I am amazed, yet, not surprised.
I wonder why I am being shown this truth.
Is it from the devil or God?
Am I supposed to be the revealer?
Or is it my job to know, and leave quietly
Expecting God’s will to be done?
I choose to leave.
The hair rises on the back of my neck.
Confirmation from my guides I am reading them correctly.
Categories:
revealer, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
In a back room in downtrodden and sleazy Manila
On the table cards money and a bottle of Tequila
Fortune lay in the hands of Jose the crooked dealer
Had piercing eyes and a nose like a broken tortilla
As if he had been groomed with a potatoe peeler
Always had an ace up his sleeves this amazing dealer
But to even the game his foes applied silicon sealer
To his coat and bankrupted the dishonest stealer
He found his comeuppance and glue was the healer
Gone were his days as slick professional concealer
He now resides in a prison cell in a disused castilla
Bread and water for him and no more grenadilla
30th December 2019
Categories:
revealer, integrity,
Form: Monorhyme