I never saw a coin,
With just one side,
Always at least two sides,
and an edge,
like a razor.

Let us all leave this table,
Befuddled,
Unfilled,
Unsatisfied,
None of us,
Killing the other,
Just slightly annoyed,
And blindly dissatisfied.
Realizing Too Late,
We had everything,
We ever needed,
And more.
In fact, in many cases,
Without our opponents,
Those with whom,
We disagree,
We would be less,
And that too,
We learn, too late,
We grieve them,
On their way.

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Anyone with eyes,
From a child onward,
Observes men and women,
Behaving in ways,
The literature defines as demonic.
Likewise, from childhood on,
We can observe miracles,
small, and large,
That amaze us,
And we lack the data yet to explain.
But, none of that requires faith of any kind,
Only eyes to see,
And a willingness to count.
My concern, these days,
As someone who is trained to observe,
And trained to count,
Is, which side are humans,
Choosing?
By the numbers,
Is the side of the demonic winning,
Or the side of the miracles,
Or whatever the opposite of the demonic is.
Because, while miracles amaze me,
Demonic acts of murder, false witness, rape, and plunder revolt me.
In that case, the enemy of that enemy, may be our best ally.
I know which side, I oppose,
Because those demons oppose all humanity,
They cannot create,
And therefore hate themselves,
They are jealous of the Creator,
And seek to cause Him pain,
Through us,
His Creation.
Every child we kill,
All our own kin,
Each, the child of God,
A sacrifice on the altar,
Of those Demons.
How we make God weep,
As humans that choose to be remade,
In the image of their own
Greatest Enemy.

I sing for the Dead,
Their Earthly voices,
Were silenced.
They were murdered,
Unjustly and foully,
The ranks of the Murdered,
Swells.
When will the stink of corruption,
Grow so great,
That Heaven is Offended,
And the Wrathful God awakes?
Let him slumber a while more.
Let us sing him back to sleep.
He punishes the guilty three generations down,
None are without sin.

We are all Janitors,
In our Day,
And our own Jailors.

I fell in love,
With humanity.
I forgot,
How beautiful,
They are.

It's cold outside, tonight,
When I go outside to piss,
with my Dog.
Maybe I should sleep outside,
to remember,
What it is like to be cold.
Still, that would cheating,
I can always go inside.
I am not a bird.
That is why I feed them.
I am grateful.

"I'm thirsty", said the King.
And he was.
None could quench his thirst.
Even though he was the King,
He suffered.
He could find no water,
That satisfied his thirst.
There was no cup,
That satisfied him.
He became covered in sores.
He became blind,
Lame, slow of speech.
All cursed and despised him.
A Fool, and a beggar,
Seeing that wretch's distress,
Instead of joining the righteous,
In condemning him,
The Fool took a cup,
From the gutter.
Seemingly discarded,
Very humble,
The Fool filled it, with water,
From the filthy pauper's well.
The Fool gave it to him, to drink,
As no one else would approach the leper.
The King drank,
And his wounds,
Were healed.
His thirst,
For the first time,
In as long as he remembered,
Was gone
He was not alone,
He realized,
He had never been alone,
He carried the suffering of the World.
He looked for the beggar,
But the beggar was gone,
So was the cup,
So was the well.
He was again, a King.
But never so poor.
He spent the rest of his life,
Acting like that fool, and a beggar.
Offering kindness,
Looking for his savior.