Saturday, August 19, 2017

The Carnival

I have a million souls
Not just one or two
The fortuitous spoils of a Wandering Jew

You see:
A piece died the first time I heard my mother cry.
But another grew,                      
When I learnt that God does too.

I broke a piece when I let love go
But I begot another
When love no longer needed an Other.

I lost a piece when I abandoned God
But I found in that space
Myself - Falling into place.

Another faded when I exposed that my parents were human.
But I eventually gained
Realizing myself also human - unrestrained, self-contained.

Burdened by the Lows
Dazed by the Highs
What I ultimately found,                      
That all this - Is a Merry-Go-Round.

Tuesday, August 1, 2017


Trials and errors
Gamblers and beggars,
Sisyphus relived.

Between bumper cars
And battle scars,
Even angels cry sometimes.

Reborn from the ashes,
Dressed up in Gashes,
We learn to love again.

Survival of the Freeist
Persisting to exist,
I live another day.