The mocker

Naked,

the truth of self exposed before the thunders of heaven.

Alone,

emotionally naked before all that is unseen,

every breath carries a sarcastic cry:

I have sought love amongst the hateful,

mocking the lover.

I have sought forgiveness amongst the unforgiven,

mocking the pardoned.

I have sought truth amongst liars,

mocking certainty.

I have sought tears amongst the joyful,

mocking laughter.

I have sought freedom amongst prisoners,

mocking release.

I have sought a jury amongst judges,

mocking civility.

I have sought riches from amongst the poor,

mocking charity.

I have sought healing amongst the fractured,

mocking epiphanies.

I have mocked the joker and none understood.

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Crimes upon the face

And then they said

“We cannot get him/her for the unjustness.

We will crucify,

for the crime hung upon his/her face.”

In that day,

people will be the new religion,

temples decorated and clothed,

worshipped as gods.

Creators of new laws.

Creators of new codes of conduct.

A simple glance found offensive will be deemed criminal and those found guilty when no other charge can be brought against them,

will suffer at the hands of men/woman,

left outside the city gates,

isolated

deemed unworthy to grace the cobble stoned streets with the morally superior.

The scale of social behavior will be defined by over zealous lordships.

Every move watched by the digital eye,

10 years pass

your case can come at any moment,

the guilt of a look

or word of disagreement has all been recorded in the digital book of life and judgement.

Your name is written,

one misstep,

you will be examined from birth to current and dragged through societies social court of mob ruled justice.

The court will come for your job,

your home

your friends

your well constructed life,

only then will you find

None are free.

Happy New Year’s Eve

Happy New Year’s Eve to all friends throughout the world.

Namaste..

May we find chaos turn to peace.

May we find bitterness turn to healing.

May we find broken turn to blank pages to finish the story.

May we find darkness turn to light.

May we find hopeless turn to hope.

May we find anger turn to dance.

May we find lonely turn to fullness.

May we find lost turn to redemption.

May we seek in wonderment and awe

life,

embrace,

celebrate the gift of a moment and the breath given.

Namaste..

(Picture curtsey of Kent)

This began yesterday

Nothing begins today…

Everything that is today

began yesterday.

Every word read of yesterday is today.

Every act of love today began yesterday

every act of hate today began yesterday.

Every war today began yesterday.

Every fear today began yesterday.

We missed yesterday and feel that today.

We are here in this place because we missed yesterday.

Emptiness

In the gray of nothingness

emptiness hands her gifts wrapped barrenly,

exposing the ills of a human heart until accountability is met, setting free the self imprisoned.

All deeds done, will be meet by the being of nothingness exposing the stain of goodness, what is truly of good can be given without expected recompense.

All that is nonexistent, exists.

All that is of an ending, begins.

All that is lonely will grow to become truly complete.

Some that has been lost will remain gone, absorbed into empties box for not all lost should be found.

All forgotten will be remembered, images haunting the mind will demand peace be made, setting the afflicted free.

Nothingness will weigh the unbalanced, emptiness will balance the wings.

Emptiness will bring to life the silence hidden in every spoken word handing truth to the weary.

All is naked before and within nothingness and emptiness,

all is born and reborn

all wisdoms are unclothed for there are no shadows to hide within.