Leaving the Unleaveable

Leaving the unleaveable
the tears dropped from the chin
and the earth harvested from sky
a fortune of grief

and the grief wept torrents
and the sky bereft of defeat
clumsily ranked the humans
as the chief operator of weather

and, whether it is true is nonetheless,
true,
can the sun shine sunshine? Or,
does the silly labrador retriever
receiver?

Can this phone call the mystery?
Does the mystery answer the calls?

Dear God, I'm texting you.

The Knight and the Sword

Is the knight one who defends the soul or the ego of the queen?
Does a great knight bow in loyalty to integrity or to greed?
Ultimately a great knight is a willful servant to good.
What is good unleashes powers of equality and justice rarely seen.
A sword must be straight to serve its greater purpose.

When the queen chants, "Off with their heads!"
She does intend, "Off with my head, for it has thwarted my majesty and my crown has grown small in comparison."

"Off with my head and the heart shall rule instead!"
For one heart beats to the rhythm of the magistrates, lords, serfs and the paupers
And the beat gets thicker
And the rule gets mightier
And the people know who is in control
There is no division

Does the knight protect ego or soul?
A great knight speaks with Prometheus.
A sorrowful knight protects the likes of Epimetheus.
Wisdom and foresight say, "Only good can come of this."
What makes great food are the ingredients.

What is the Matter?

When my spirit was dimmed by light

My spirit was seen best at night, or was that a firefly?

In the darkness he whispered in my deaf ear, “What shall you be without me?”

I ask of god to please remember me

The angel warned, "As you look in the mirror you will only see the past”

So, I trashed the mirror

The earth burns under my dead weight

No wind churns the stillness to life

No desire fuels a need to grow for the “I” has grown

God, please remember me

What I am…

Tempt me god, I dare you

I have lost everything that mattered

But you will tear the letters from my hand and recycle everything that matters

Because matter is what is the matter

And my madder is maddeningly high

Where did I go? Where did you go?

You are the only one that seems to know

You refuse to reduce yourself to this hide and seek game

You removed your teat from my mouth and I wail

You are weaning me from fallacy

No, no you are not

You are not my ecstasy

You are not my gain

Nor limited in my love, nor my faith

You are not anything that matters because matter is what is the matter

I sit here quietly, and finally I ask,

“What shall I be with you?"

No matter.