Showing posts with label sin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sin. Show all posts

Sunday, November 24, 2019

Witness whiteness


Who is watching?

I feel-

Enough.
It was
-not needed
              any more
Love
         you sooo much
rains    candy,
Sugar name drop not

Justify
Too

it is complicated,
intricate, entanglement-
through
close contact-
intertwined
and inevitable.

You see. You do.
You are-I am too.

Kiss me
Aloud
if you can

in this tension
of Presently,

Let me
             land-

(softly) Held,
holding

your gazing heart
that embers
                    Into

Ashen skin
before

All of This
living in sin
bore witness
To.

Finally,
just

what do you wish
to be called?


Painting by Franz Dvorak, c. 1927 in [Public domain].



Sunday, November 4, 2018

cardinal points


Death
   Being
as Natural
    as Life
Why
   we made
murder a Sin
             and Nudity
             a profanity
(poverty a crime
wealth a blessing)
All just
because we are afraid

of Reality
Inevitably
I-denity
we live with
Exposure
               made up
with our raw materials
ore
data
and information
       easily eroded and likely
to give way
someday, in a word
too large to lie
eyes upon,
too precise to name
with exactitude and
                         Finality
just As
finis origine pendet.


Artist unknown, c. 1650, Master of the Vanitas Texts [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Saturday, September 3, 2016

A bird in the bushes


That sudden moment you realize
in full color,
Everything has changed
dramatically-
As though the view had become slightly altered
-say some trees missing over there-
the skyline is as good a place to start
against which the details are sharp-est
most vivid.
This was the moment
that would be marked
the point of divergence,
a terrain change
ahead.
All is
unforgiving in this light.
I said up and above, bellowing
over heals past keeping pace and you race
to keep flying
toward this shiny chromatic destiny as if it were all the same-
to you,
estranged.
This very moment remains
coveted yet-
unchanged by the bumps and bruises,
fallen limbs and
sin,
regardless
of it always being just

this way.



Image of artwork By Internet Archive Book Images [No restrictions], via Wikimedia Commons.

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