There’s a battle going on
Inside the minds of men
Some of us are pawns
Some of us are kings
The battle is eternal
A duality of dark and light
On earth it’s a rehearsal
For the glory of the afterlife
Holy Endeavor (a poem)
Religion
Shadow Footsteps (a poem)
Underneath the cold, hard ground
I found the key to my soul
And I praised the gods of winter
Who enjoy the dead trees
And fallen leaves that rustle
Like shadow footsteps
In dark nights of lore
The high priests were astounded
By the teenage Jesus
No one believed us
When we saw him heal the blind men
In the sticky subway station
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The Devil Hiding in Plain Sight (a poem)
The searchlight found the devil
Hiding in plain sight
He has always been a vessel
For the children of the night
He sees me in my dreams
I can never quite escape him
Whenever I go to scream
He peels off my skin
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Shadows, Light, and Myth (a poem)
There is no light without the shadow
There is no dawn without the darkness
In the primordial awakening, the Sun God
Was bathed in intense light and the blinding
Rays of gold accompanied his coronation
He met Mother Moon in the field, in the cover
Of the darkness, their naked, lithe bodies
Faintly shining by the light given off
From each of them, as they consummated
The love of the world
The shadows danced in the tall grass
And The Shadow Man peered from behind
The shadow-side of each of the Gods
Their murderous and lecherous sides
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Spiritual Awakening (a poem)
There was a time in my life
When my mind was filled with strife
I was frantic and very lost
And my addictions came with a cost
I like to believe I somehow found God
And his grace shone through and healed me
But spiritual consolation doesn’t last
And faith can be lost to a degree
The journey of faith is a long one
In my depressions I become an atheist
My mind can be frantic and fragile
Manic episodes hit the heaviest
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The Demon-Smile (graphic art)
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The Unraveling (a haibun)
Just another day in the nightmare landscape, the rugged rocky hills, and the prophet by my side. We climbed day and night, meeting with the sages and thieves in their torn rags, who gave us water to drink and food for our souls.
We are on a spiritual journey to discover who killed the Master of the Universe. It was the defining crime of our era, and perhaps all of humanity. When the bullet exploded through his head, spraying the cabin room with blood, brain, and sinew, the gaping chasm in the center of the Universe killed half the population.
The prophet looks up
The sky turns blood red and hot
We run to the cave
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Drug Heaven and Hell (a poem)
It’s in our nature to rebel
And no cross can hold us down
In the empty church, the pastor screams
We all think it’s quite obscene
Then we tear the place down
Burn every last fucking piece to the ground
My mother told me Jesus would save me
And I thought of this as I put the needle
Deep in my skin and felt utter bliss
Who needs Jesus when you have
Drug heaven that turns into hell?
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Take Me to the River (a poem)
Take me to the river
Wash me in muddy water
It’s so cold that I shiver
Adopt me as your daughter
The river water heals me
Brings me closer to my personal Jesus
We sing songs in a minor key
The river water frees us
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The Monk and the City that Loves Him: A Novella Project – Part 3
In the previous installment, we learn a bit more about The Monk and his background. He’s a legendary figure in the city and, despite his best attempts, he’s been struggling to get Louie and Tammy sober. Though he’s an odd character, people love him.
Let’s jump into Part 3, where we meet Tammy and learn of her struggles and the odds against her.
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