Homeless

Get outta my house!

I told you
don't go near that tree
impudent punks
lacking humility

pack your bags
hit the highway
no heaven here
you didn't do it my way

you hate my gifts
Yeah -you cover your flesh
with figs and branches
you look like a big mess!

you aren't my son
you aren't my daughter
may the devil take you
like a lamb to slaughter

get out of my house
get out of my kingdom come
you disobeyed me
impudent scum

I told you not to
but you did it anyway
saw you do it
as clear as day

so grab your free will
and your apple yummy
hope you choke on it
and it hurts your tummy

you climbed a tree
unbelievable!
ate the fruit
unforgiveable!

you aren't my son
you aren't my daughter
may the devil take you
like a lamb to slaughter

dont you cry
dont your weep
you aint my children
go suffer on the street

here's your stuff
little good it will do
pick it up from the mud
and take the snake with you.

dont you come knocking
and begging back in the door
idiot and whore
you dont live in
my kingdom come
no
more...

kids
they only cause trouble
better off
without them
their disobedience, so unloveable.

Meditation 001

I am here in this moment
and I am unafraid

I release my feet
from all stories of the past and future
I release my ankles
from all stories of the past and future
I release my calves
from all stories of the past and future
I release my knees
from all stories of the past and future
I release my thighs
from all stories of the past and future
I release my pelvis
from all stories of the past and future
I release my seat
from all stories of the past and future
I release my abdomen
from all stories of the past and future
I release my diaphragm
from all stories of the past and future
I release my ribs
from all stories of the past and future
I release my lungs
from all stories of the past and future
I release my spine
from all stories of the past and future
I release my heart
from all stories of the past and future
I release my fingers
from all stories of the past and future
I release my palms
from all stories of the past and future
I release my wrists
from all stories of the past and future
I release my lower arms
from all stories of the past and future
I release my upper arms
from all stories of the past and future
I release my shoulders
from all stories of the past and future
I release my neck
from all stories of the past and future
I release my throat
from all stories of the past and future
I release my tongue
from all stories of the past and future
I release my teeth
from all stories of the past and future
I release my jaw
from all stories of the past and future
I release my sinuses
from all stories of the past and future
I release my ears
from all stories of the past and future
I release my temples
from all stories of the past and future
I release my eyes
from all stories of the past and future
I release my forehead
from all stories of the past and future
I release my crown
from all stories of the past and future

I release my bones
from all stories of the past and future
I release my flesh and blood
from all stories of the past and future
I release my inner body
from all stories of the past and future
I release my outer body
from all stories of the past and future

I am here in this moment
and I am unafraid

This moment is now

Death may come in this moment
tho I am unafraid

For here in this moment

this moment
unafraid

here

now

(silence. release all thoughts)

Zero

If I begin
to tell a friend
a story
that means
something
to me

how many
distraction
and
lapses
in attention

are allowed
before
I properly
feel
hurt?

one
two
three?

If I restart
the story
with some
frustration
and a
friend's begged
apology

and the friend
listens again
with
half interest
does this
become
an insult?

how many
moments
of indignation
and
righteous hurt
have i
rightfully aquired?

one,
two,
three?

or is it four
now that
I have left unfinished
a fourth time
and carefully
let the story
fade untold?

zero

zero times
need I tell that story
zero moments
may I feel indignation

because there
is nothing
my friend
owes me
though I act
as if I must
have more

I am merely
trying to find
something
in my friend
that I must
find
in myself.

If I would hold
a moment of hurt
a moment of blame
against him
I have done a grave injustice

This I have learned.