Truer Words

It’s ok, worry not,

I know youas others do,

Though little comfort for you

In this faith professed,

Kindness known and shown

By actions, words, so gentle, 

Counts my knowledge of you

As a friend well blest.

It’s alright,

Dismiss the errant prophet,

Harbinger of doom and gloom,

Unjust,

Self-righteousness in judgement,

Weak in loving,

Shames all faiths and none

As judging must.

Smile a while

At one who has ill feeling,

Be sad for them for truly sad they are,

For goodness’ sake,

A grievous wound they

Pass as godly loving,

Mistake intentions,

See and god forsake.

I pity them,

Their lonely isolation,

For who could friend

A fellow frozen thus

In testament of oddly old, distorted,

Bereft of mercy, passionate to curse,

Seeing only what they see within self,

Mirror’d words to darken and presume,

Trust instead in testimony of love and friendships,

Truer words and kindness lighting, faith resume.

Subprime Life

Youth’s energy became an old-age early,

Reminiscent of cruel winters long ago,

Hunter or be hunted as past primitive,

Weapons now quite different from long bow.

But spears still pierce and blood still flows aplenty,

Savages still scavenge, now upright,

Unvanquished beasts, unmarked by any number,

Missing link unmissing in their sight.

A broken chain, a steadfast reign of righteous,

Motion sensors marching endlessly through time,

Espy the life that seeks to live and end it,

Count its worth and value as subprime.

Count the cost of monsters who must judge life,

In pride’s self-justifying casting stone,

Wrecking, wreaking chaos. No limit. Children

Culled, guns and bombs, terror’s jaw-bone.

Never learning, never trying peace path,

Never caring but for selfish means,

Oh, hang heads, shame that’s neverending,

One child is worth more than all your dreams.

 

 

Nemesis

Are you my Nemesis?

Raining righteous

Vengeance from above,

Quelling hubris;

Dark companion star of man?

 

Are you my Nemesis?

Tempting me till

Right has lost its path,

Echoing Narcissus;

Smug vanity?

 

Are you my Nemesis?

Purposeful but lost

Into the world,

Pleasured life;

Epicurean here and now?

 

Are you my Nemesis?

Pop-cultured

Neutrality;

Champions lost

for weak and weary.

 

Are you my Nemesis?

Inescapable

Fortune beheld in victory,

Armed to flay and weigh;

Impartial justice.

 

Are you my Nemesis?

Goaded goddess,

Implacable;

Unmitigated

Truth?

 

Are you my Nemesis?

Elusive, fatalistic, flawed of countenance?

So I’m asking.

Are you my Nemesis?

Or am I my own?