i peel my fingernails off like wet leaves and stuff them into tea bags with muddy earthworms
wrap my face with gauze and let the candle wax drip
let my skin drip
let my skin
Divine intervention only comes when it's expected
Trust that you are protected
That life is a mirage most respected
You are the One undetected
Mother Mary she once showed me the way
I hope that doesn't offend those of the Christian faith
That I speak of dear Mary J this way
But it has to be said for many she leads us to faith
By showing us how far we can go astray
And still be ok
I arrived at the place
It was filled with grace
Nothing was untied
Not even a shoelace
There are many ways
Some lead you astray
And some gift you all day.
Some take you by the hand
Some skew you and flay.
Above all there is one way
And it takes no contemplation.
Act from the heart space
And you've arrived at your destination.
I do it for you
I do it to get to you
But I get there
And you're not there
You're on Coney Island now?
I still hide out in the Bronx
Cause I can't let go,
I just chase the fate
Can't stop the hustle
Inside my mind
I'm amazed at what I've seen.
Such a short time in-between
The question and its lovely response.
I suppose it must be that
If "ye ask" ye does receive.
How else could it be that what could have taken plenty
Took only a fraction, to create what has happened?
What's the point of all these lies
When each disguise bets our demise?
Trying to make a situation right..
An endeavor to avoid a certain plight..
What's the use?
Do we really lose
When we're true to ourselves
Even though it could hurt someone else?
there is a gentle momentum building behind us all now
guiding in smooth honey pulses
/waves leap-frog/ /mares stretch their necks/
pulling us forward, an outstretched arm
a smile flashing, dissolving
into the mysterious passage, to the moment
you dive into darkness
I have a question for my audience,
Those of you who read Shoot Poetry
And delight in its new lyrics.
Would you like to hear more poems?
That come within from spirit?
I have many more in store,
In the well of my soul
If what you want is more,
Than consider this a poll.
I want to see three poems,
In my inbox soon.
If I see such art
I'll unleash a creative monsoon.
All of your undefinable works of majestic godliness.
ex: "The Grizzly Grandma's Boy"