Six Months Later…

Did you know their names?

Or are we nothing but goats

Meant to bear your rage?

Sacred Vows

How to convince you

My love for you is so true?

Please hear my prayer.

Stellar Nursery 

 
Peer into our soul,

The universe reside there! 

We’re made of stardust. 

Paix

  
Lord, what world is this?

When tears wash the bloodstained ground,

We all leave wounded. 

Wash Over me


On this night of rain, 

The smell of my solace, 

Washes me away. 

Psalm 72:6

  
“God is in the rain?”

With heavy heart I succumb. 

Wash away my pain. 

Haiku of Distractions

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All busy and noise
Keeps out the murmur below,
“Oh sweet God, help me!”

Haiku in the Garden of Deviant Knowledge

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Is this your knowledge?
“Garden of earthly delights”
You’ve grown no delights.

Haiku for God-Wrestlers

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The boy sitting here,
Is rocking out… We both hookah,
While I sing “שְׁמַע”

The Fall of (Wo)Man

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What are you, Weak One?
You whose insides drip out of you like shame.
Whose worth is not marked by quality of character, but by the amount of produce seeded in your belly.
Does your existence only matter when there is fruit within your womb?
What are you?
Are you more than just a mere rib set aside to provide companionship?
To provide comfort?
Can you stand mightier than kings?
Divinely as gods?
You whose frame and feature is compared so often to that of a delicate flower.

What are you, Empty Strength?
You whose so numb, you couldn’t tell a winter wind from a knife in the back.
You who pleads in silence for a safe place to cry.
But instead follows the fold in a parade of rage.
What are you?
Are you more than just a pile of dust molded into a play thing for a fickle father?
A forever-child searching always for his abandoning mother?
You whose pride is more valuable than the opportunity to connect.
The opportunity to be human.

What are you?…
What are we?

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