Golden Falls

  1. The bellowed roar of golden falls has since become a drop
  2. That echoes through the empty cave that once filled to the top,
  3. Then rainbows pierced the cavern walls and drained the lake near dry.
  4. And now the houred drip can’t fill the empty storeys high.
  5. But through the holes left in the wall, a butterfly did come,
  6. And then a crow, and then a bee, and then a growing hum.
  7. Just seconds pass until the cave is filled with vibrant life.
  8. Now flocks of butterflies fill up the space where water rifed,
  9. And hymns of countless flying crows are roaring through the cave,
  10. While swarms of sweetly smelling bees soar black and yellow waves.
  11. The sun sends rays of pink and red and fiery orange, too,
  12. Straight through the holy apertures where wing and talon flew.
  13. The soul ablaze with sounds and sights of nature unrestrained,
  14. Baptized with light from sun and moon and twinkling stars unchained.
  15. Where once the golden lake had stood, the dusty words had fed,
  16. Is filling up with welcomed sounds of shining life instead.

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Down the Hatch

  1. Doubt your doubts, and dull your pain; another shot of prayer.
  2. Fear your fears, and drown your ache; a pint of scripture share.
  3. Strain your strain, and slosh your sting; a flask of fasting true.
  4. Hurt your hurt, and quaff your grief; a swig of signs renewed.

Broken bones

  1. Mask to wear and rules to keep.
  2. Cross to bear but buried deep.
  3. Helping hand just slapped aside.
  4. Burning light in shadows hide.
  5. Welcomed guests but cloned from mold.
  6. See the hearth from out in cold.
  7. Words and tongues, and growls and groans,
  8. Sticks and stones, and broken bones.
  9. Misshaped heart that does not fit.
  10. Echoed silence, e’er I sit.

Sipping tea

  1. Patty cake and taffy pull.
  2. Cotton candy, marshmallow.
  3. Tastebud tempting, hunger pangs.
  4. Chomping air with razor fangs.
  5. Crouched within the starting block,
  6. Dusting palms with lifter chalk.
  7. Ready for the gruelling feat.
  8. Stuck instead with sipping tea.


  1. Yearning for learning, but nothing is stirring; concerning the burning, the journey has halt.
  2. Churning and turning and swirling and whirling, discerning the hurting as church-led assault.
  3. Question the lesson or make a suggestion is seen as aggression—suppress in your sin.
  4. “Lessen oppression, and stop the digression. Just standard expression and whitewash-ed spin.”
  5. Lonely and coldly, am sitting remotely, abandoned so slowly, in shadows I wait.
  6. Wholly unholy, now only a phoney, and no one still knows me, a plateaued deflate.
  7. Listen for bliss—am just missin’ the kissin’ of spirited fixin’ my paradigm shift.
  8. Christen the ship and dismissin’ the tricks and the politics mix; yet am feeling the sift.


  1. Implicitly, complicit he perpetuates toxicity;
  2. He balks the talk while talks the talk because for him, talk is the tea.
  3. The fingernail a wrist impales while signs inhale and oaths exhale,
  4. “Or shall it be morality,” he asks as he tears at the veil.
  5. He treats his keys like vile disease, dismantling, yet still appease.
  6. He’s channelling a balancing between the charge and the reprise.
  7. Does he suppose that to oppose or, too, expose what no one knows
  8. Will bring him rest from this protest, at last be blessed with a repose?
  9. Yet clinging on, the singing gone, he still can hear the ringing yon,
  10. So fighting will and writing still, a dwindling hope still bringing dawn.
  11. Two worlds collide, the soul divide. To merge? To purge? It‘s all untried.
  12. Abandon one? Demandin’ one? One thing’s for sure. They will collide.


  1. Once was filled with life; now lifeless.
  2. Pearl of great price became priceless.
  3. Saved by Christ, but now just Christless.
  4. Tepid now, but once was righteous.
  5. Shadows dwell, replacing brightness.
  6. Blind, then saw; again am sightless.
  7. Freedom reigned, deposed by tightness.
  8. Spirit soared; today is flightless.

The Breakup

  1. In my blood and in my veins,
  2. In my heart and in my brain,
  3. In my skin and in my hair,
  4. In my eyes and in my air.
  5. Bathed in blood and burned by dove,
  6. Washed in oil and sealed above.
  7. All my life, and who I am,
  8. Where I’ve been, and all my plan.
  9. Does that even matter now?
  10. All the sweat from off my brow?
  11. All the blood from knuckles raw?
  12. All the tears from moments saw?
  13. All the tired muscles sore?
  14. All the times I dressed for war?
  15. Just like that you break it off?
  16. Turn around and leave with scoff?
  17. Throw away the times we had:
  18. Rad and sad and glad and bad?
  19. Kick me out and change the locks?
  20. Trash the gifts with tithes I bought?
  21. All the times I’ve said it’s true.
  22. It’s not me, so must be you.

The Castle on the Hill

  1. A castle sat upon the hill, where all the power lay:
  2. The storehouse, armoury lay inside, the treasury, every day.
  3. The ruler and his dozen knights would tax the peasants poor,
  4. Would take a portion of their food and money for their store.
  5. They promised safety from their foes, protection from the night,
  6. But told them when to build a wall and when to run or fight.
  7. They the makers of the swords, the helmets, belts, and shields
  8. They the holders of the keys, the oil, and the seal.
  9. The town, in time, began to grow, too big to keep control,
  10. And people died or wandered off or fell in empty hole.
  11. It soon grew clear the ruler dear cared not for every one,
  12. For those who died or became lost, the ruler mourned but none.
  13. In fact, the ones he thought to save were those who knelt before
  14. In adoration, loyalty, allegiance evermore.
  15. From these he chose his guards and chiefs and up the ladder climbed,
  16. And if they worked and kissed enough, they, too, were knights in time.
  17. But there were some who did not die or wander through the mist,
  18. Nor did they bow or heed the beck or betray their heart with kiss.
  19. They stoked their fire and scraped for ore and forged their own sharp sword,
  20. And shaped a shield, a helmet, too, a breastplate for the war.
  21. They pressed their oil, and cut their keys, and carved out their own seal.
  22. Then walked away, just one by one, to find a place to heal.
  23. They were free now of the tax, the burden of the knights,
  24. Their own heads high, their own hearts sure, and ready for the fight.

The God Machine

  1. I came across a snack machine, or so I thought it was.
  2. As I got close, I found instead, something that made me pause.
  3. There were no snacks inside, I saw, in each cramped numbered slot.
  4. Rather, shockingly I’d say, were several different gods.
  5. Some were white, and some were black, and some were big or small,
  6. Some were fat, and some were thin, and some were short or tall.
  7. And while there was variety, as much as gods do go,
  8. I noticed that the same white god was in the top two rows.
  9. I guess it was most popular, its button worn near through,
  10. And though it took up several slots, all were bare but two.
  11. I took a seat upon a bench beneath an oak nearby
  12. So I could see what would transpire when one that god did buy.
  13. It wasn’t long before someone, who hungered for a god,
  14. Did come upon the god machine and stood there kind of awed.
  15. He stood a bit, scratched his chin, and cocked his head in thought,
  16. Then sure of choice, put in a dime, and pressed the worn out spot.
  17. And out it came, the favoured one, like many had before;
  18. It glistened now in the bright light and waited in the drawer.
  19. He held it close, examined it, then kissed it once for luck,
  20. Then said a prayer his parents said when he was young and such.
  21. It came to life, that idol cheap, and I could hear it speak
  22. It shocked me, what I heard it say; it made me want to shriek.
  23. “Hello, dear sir. I am your god. My precepts you’ll adore.
  24. I don’t want much. In fact, I’d say, there’s little new in store.
  25. I’ll teach you want you want to hear and won’t demand too much.
  26. I am smooth and comfortable and pleasant to the touch.
  27. I will never rock your boat; in fact, I hardly row.
  28. I’ll just lie back, in warming sun, and feel the cool breeze blow.”
  29. And then this god stretched forth its hand and patted on the head
  30. The man who purchased him just now and made his cheeks turn read.
  31. He giggled at the touch of the trinket god so bold.
  32. And skipped away, along the path, to pick some marigolds.