Another setting
Blessings abound tomorrow
Hammock season soon.

Bowed heads weeping death
Spotless lamb reborn three days
Trumpets sound return!

Come fourth blooming seed
Expose naked Satan's sin
Let good fruit spring out .

The little things are hard to notice
amidst all of the noise.
Ads screaming for stores,
Propaganda spewing from political parties,
People shouting for your time,
and the world spinning fast,
Faster now,
Day turns to night and I've forgotten the way rose smells.
Work
Clock in
Clock out.
Weeks, months, years,
turn into dollars my ego can't wait to waste.
This flow feels endless,
gotta catch a break.
In between dimensions,
where the veils once covered,
now they surround.
Silence a gift,
from the Holy One.
Blurs focus, as these details are becoming clearer.
Marveling at this beauty, I understand.

Feed my greed
green paper fees
show me what is feels like to stare at the world from above it
that space between in a room full of friendly faces
words of affirmation
play pretend at love
I have a knack for numbing
ask me what it's worth
with my hands stuck in my pockets
and my heart locked up with keys lost
next to the innocence I hate to set free
but the American Dream was calling
like a coward I fell in step
to join the herd of herds of herding
to a place where money grows on trees
as apples rot upon the ground
where the sky is full of blackness
the air we breath is stale
maybe with our heads stuck in the clouds
we will forget to be hungry
hang our hats up
honey I'm home.

Undertow
Hues of blues stretch out endlessly until they plunge into the dark depths she has no light left to explore.
It starts gentally...so quietly that at first she doesn't notice
For fishes of many colors disrupt her vision and euphoria clouds her mind.
Ever more the tides tug at her clumsy feet as she swims out further towards the dissipearing sun.
Overcome with exhaustion, the ocean's deathly touches start to caress her thighs,
akin to a lover and she surrenders to waters as if they were sheets.
The waves begin to surround her head crowning her the queen of misery.
Eyes open, lungs empty, but she savors the silence.
Holes in her soul are filled with water,
watered down,
and bleeding into blurs,
She takes her first and final breath.