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No Higher Court

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I don’t appeal to a higher power;

Because victims have called to no reply;

And since the light itself does not bring sight,

Why not ask of the dark that made hope die?

I don’t believe in true dark and pure light; 

Because as monsters go, once you zoom in, 

You discern each villain, who kills and rapes 

And tortures, once was – or still is – human.

As such, there are some elites who profit

From the deaths of the hell bringers and ghouls. 

If I must choose the lesser evil,

Let the fools be the judge of cruel tools. 

We know the gods we pray to won’t bother;

But I believe humans as demons abound,

Who will, in the universal law of time,

Drag themselves, screaming, into the hard ground.

My Religion

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My religion is all religion.
My religion is hope.
My religion is all that preaches
Any pain to cope.

My religion is not prescriptive;
It does not think of one path;
My religion is written in the stars;
It’s what exists in a child’s heart.

My religion isn’t bound to scripture,
Or rule or obeisance that’s blind;
It caters to a conscience, that’s built
From wounds to the heart and the mind.

It speaks of no lingering hate;
It but asks of me to live and let live;
It implores me to gauge what I get
From anger or the chance to forgive.

I take the best from your religion and theirs,
I take the path of do no harm;
So I can take the path of the scalpel,
Or I can submit to a happy charm.

The winds and the directions and planets
Existed before any religion’s first breath;
As such, empathy is all I know of life
And peace is all I can think of death.

Broken

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You and she both cancer-ridden;
But you had to go first.
I have no words to express
What you must have gone through,
You just looked at me with glassy eyes
Caused by hanging onto life.

I lifted you for every walk
And you told me,
When you were done.
I listened.

I’m sorry, I lost my temper…
My love was frayed and my heart broken…
And I tried my best to love you better…
But breaking human hearts
Have – limitations.

I let you go, my first-born son.
I didn’t know I still had it in me.
I don’t know what will happen
As your sister continues to bleed.

But I will stand by her
As I did by you –
Even though our bodies don’t.
Even though my heart has
broken,
It is yours.