Barren is that overseer in shadows
sitting with decomposing broken thoughts
wishing upon lust and fetish desire
self gratifications thinking in palms hand
unable to own these liberational wings
never understanding scriptures truth
only those rays of misperception twisitng
conceiving...conniving...contriving his ego
self stroking the careless stones thrown
thinking womanly hearts are like molding clay
what pride can hold such righteousness
as if acts of God were less vain, or is it the pain?

Move that mountain first...
or make that river cease to flow to the sea
then perhaps you can change that deception
making others believe and receive unwantedness
bring forth that cross threatening quicksand
coward riding upon forking tongues and thorns
fearless are the furrows where abandon flies
as the birds too soar higher overseeing everything
from cranes, and crows, and vultures flying higher
as resting swans offer gracility to purifying waters floating
above minnows, catfish and more than large mouth bass
sparrows too are flocking with cow birds and grackles
singing with the red wings to the wind about spiritual poverty
offering insights all the while knowing some souls will never be free...

(Written: June 25th, 2010 8:08 a/m)
© Poetess Victoria L. McColley