Where is God?
I always ask
and
in the same breath say
God is needed anyway
by 7.5 billion minus scientologists
we just needn't have to justify to any one
certainly not I to you
nor you to me
Let God exist
as he must hold the billions at all costs

Nothing is lost by you and me
if we don't interfere with the Almighty
where ever
WHO SOEVER
if ever, he be
why be shy of you and me
Ask God for me....

(will ye)

I grow cold and hard,
It's just the cruel touch of time,
The anger and the pain I feel,
Feeds the demons of my mind,

They shout and scream to be set free,
My rage I know just makes them stronger,
I smile and suppress the beast within,
I fear I can't carry on much longer,

As I fight,
The right and wrong begin to blur,
There is no line, no distinction,
It leaves me feeling so unsure,

I'm not a hero,
I have never claimed to be,
My heart may be cold,
But I do still feel empathy,

Sept Contest

Let’s first address the heat I feel each day.
A hundred four ain’t bad I gotta say.
It soaks the skin and all your linen too
and all this done in horses fresh green poo.

It’s humid past a man’s imagination.
Sometimes it rains as though to wash our sins
away into the gutter on to Hell.
The rains are hot and that is really swell.

And what about the length of my work day?
Some fourteen hours suck I gotta say.
The sun is far too bright, it needs a shield.
A pair of glasses I alone could wield.

Dangle the ego on its ribbon and leather
the heart wrapped in black weather
suxxess
and acess
snap tight
toggle the lights

X-rays and scars
titanium sealed
that limp
throws the angular
hip
Baby when I watch
you recede i know
the stars
above this tangled
wood with its steamy
ghost
and clots of river
Polaroids draped
on the machine

limp lidded eyes for
the camera
mouth ad lib
spies for the
drama