Babeling Zion

the end lingers i
have no questions only
curiosities even
that is rare for
me where is our state
of being headed what
is our course there
are two directions
apparent yet both
appear equal yes
and no so much power
is a danger but it
is a danger with
purpose either
path leads inevitably
to rebirth reorder
reconstruction a
revolution the
answer is God’s no
question is asked but
His answer will
come a mountain is
to be built we are
to recognize it
Immanuel

Why We Are Broken.

You are talking
at me.
I am trying to listen.
When you speak
around me
I do not hear.
You do not care.
I know this;
I know
that though
you may not
necessarily
delight in my understanding
You take full pleasure
in my ears giving credence
to the excrement of your lips.
Your eyes do not see
that though
my face suggests
an attentive disposition
it is a ploy.
This is the dilemma
of the speaker and the spoken
and that is why.

Ecclesiastes

Worn corners on beaten page.

Twisting wires of a hardened cage.

Fading letters show their age.

Countless sheets of driveling mettle.

Conjunction of words. A hissing kettle.

Desperation of a destitute's peddle.

“Heed,” is what scratches.

A potential book of matches.

Lost verse; the snag that catches.

A sickened victim of wonder.

Dug in a pit of wearied blunder.

Tossing a lot for the convict's plunder.

A white-washed pun.

A tired shun.

Nothing new belies this sun.

The Annoying Wink

Get ahold of yourself
Your strategic pull for anarchy
is nauseating
Jump in
leave the bad taste in
your mouth
to mints
Do what you do
and everyone else
will too
People won't talk like you think
they will.
People won't laugh like you thought
you would.
This is the life
we live.
Hop on the conga line
you won't.
regret it.