Genes glue the Garden of Eden together.
A story from nothing. Space.

Coagulating from unearthly

It’s hard to admit a sickness,
When you don’t know if you believe
In the cure.
You see so many

The Saxons came late
To land still owned by
Generations of eloquent dead.

They recognised

Two men
if men, barely.
Eyes fired bright
yet somehow coal black too
dim
like gas rising from a

My morning meditation—a musing of how and why in an unspoken soliloquy:

Why do Saturdays now hold

Watch out. They're about.;
With well-rehearsed excuses.
The "wise men", they speak in

Hear the sound of crying,
of Children that are lost,
When madmen wreck the cradles
Heaven pays

Touch my face with tenderness,
For I am frail and weak,
Listen for the whisperings
When I attempt

Snowdrops manifested like a prayer.

A holy white multitude
in first communion
with blank,

The base are safely in the byre,
The sheep are al' but fed,
The Massey's parked in handbrake

Truth is something wonderful
Beliefs are foolishness
Unless one finds the truth oneself
It

My pen
Is filled
With the ink
Of my sins
My paper
Is the priest
Ordained
To redeem me
And

Freedom?

Hypnotized
And told you have your freedom
Authorities they let you know
That you do

So many fakes

There be so many fakes around
That walk upon this Earth
Spreading all their

cruising above the clouds
over the North Atlantic
the bright soft expanse
like a cosmic hammock

When the banner proclaiming “New Heavens and a New Earth” fell from the pulpit to an undercurrent

HOLY OF HOLIES

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Sun rising noise and shouts
Streets filled with dust and cattle
And

Pleading that they’ll save us much hard work
the motorcycle hustlers are insistent,
but we prefer

cruising above the clouds
over the North Atlantic
the bright soft expanse
like a cosmic hammock

Separated, denominated, miscalculated,
misled
around for a farce and force-fed
dreams of

Another 4 AM

I am awakened by

rockets fired

Men and women Disciples of Christ
gathered in faith in 1906
christened a church on Kirk and

God placed the apple in Eden knowing—
Let loose the snake.
Condemned to everlasting
For a bite he

A religious militant
is a true oxymoron
forget the oxy
moron is the word
the militant is so

MAGDALA

When she held him in her
arms, against her breasts,
their naked limbs

I could write a poem about everything wrong with this world
And only a minority would care
I could

The world, a cave,
a cacophony of echoes,
the work of voices and hands–
monsters and

Walls of brilliance
Cast eloquent light
Through the swords

Of knights hacking infidels;
A

A light scratch on an otherwise flawlessly pale mug.
Not a trace of tea left at the bottom of an

I love Jesus but I like to drink.
Do I disappoint?
I do, I think.
I love Jesus but I like to tell

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on all fours
the flesh doth sway
pounded and punished
in an pious way
his knees were

I am Lucifer the Prince of daemons,
which I command like a bunch of minions,
for with them I

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christ didn’t die for me
he made me still
pious with bias
stolid
procrastinating

If you’d wish upon a star, would it be for the life of an inspiring thought or of things