A common space for harmonic peacemakers

and we are God’s Children ?

God’s Children of Great Oppression

enduring the dark night of suppression

of memories

that brings forth liberation

indulging in their own form

of Spiritual Masturbation

looking for that place of ecstasy

where the Fantasy becomes the reality

miscreant doctrines

jaded and deformed

has become the norm

of what has been embraced

and the face of their truths

dons a mask of deceit

for even truth plays the games

of being elusive

reclusive

seclusive

and refusing it’s presence

to the common man

for truth likes being exclusive

available to he who holds the strings

as we the puppets

like the Muppets

are only good for entertaining children

like ourselves

and upon the shelves

somewhere in the cupboard

we are saving the best wine

for another time

but i ask

what time is better than now

and somehow

i don’t get it

and i can not afford

to regret it

i need to reset it

this divinity i am told i possess

for the dress

i have been fitted with

impedes the shift

i so desire

and the fire within my soul

burns

it has singed all the lace

and life is no longer so frilly

and pretty my dear

i can no longer point the finger at fear

as much as my lack

of motivation

to seek that elusive liberation

i ask

is it God i need

He i already have

so i believe

it is light

or love

and the Silent Tears

continues to flow

from my Soul to my toes

and my feet are getting muddied

and sometimes i am stuck

just like the rest of God’s Children

who are enduring the dark night of suppression

of memories

that brings forth liberation