Maybe God hasn't created anything real yet.
Maybe Earth is just a prototype.

Potatoes and Rice

Virtues and Vice,
potatoes and Rice,
the conditions of mortals
and our staples of life.
We all got an angel
tripping over our heels.
We all got a demon
there for the kill.
We all got a smile
we don't use enough.
We all have a sadness
we play on too much.
We all have potatoes.
We all have our rice.
We all got our virtues.
We all got our vice.

Sign Post

Love is the sign post that arrests despair.

We need not only acknowledge
the Light in one another,
but remind one another
of the Light we share,
and it's capacity to heal.
This is love
and that is the sign post.

Maybe

Maybe when it is all over
we will see God
with the face of the one
we despise the most;
the one we could never forgive.
Maybe that would be
our last and most ironic lesson.

Doctor Martin Luther King

Every group, nation or peoples slandered by evils’ tilted ways;
that has invested its methodology in an ignorant and archaic enterprise
needs a man “who has a dream.”
A man who's interests are calculated by a freeing, just God.
A man who is instructed in his motives by a whisper of the divine.
A man who stands witness to an equality and a free will
that forces a united plane.
A man who knows that this spiritual freedom,
endowed by The Mighty - is the way - beyond mortality’s limited view.
Being tempered by the flames of love
our own tolerance is strengthened and our own peace retained,
for another day, because of that man.

A Mighty Love

I'd like to leave you a mighty love;
I ache to speak those words that sing.
But I am left to utter fleshy sounds
that come from this fleshy machine.

My Love

You won’t agree with me, my love.

But we all enter heaven
On our own terms.
Some by the sweat on our brows.
Some on the whimper of our victim hood.
Some, following the stars in their eyes.
Some through ignorance
And those who are simply lost.
Beyond this dance we go…

There is no “chance meeting” with
The Father, my love
We will return,
as expected,
exactly as scheduled
Because it is where we belong.