Religion
Sitting in my technological center Delving into the modern reincarnation Of ancient secrets Searching for my deeper self In a hodgepodge of wisdom and folly Always searching for that elusive bit of knowledge Even as I know there is no One true answer aside from that I give myself january 2002 |
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The Longing Way Home
Driving, cruising through the still dark air The roundabout, the adventurous way home Windows rolled up and AC foiling the heat In our 4-door chariot so green we're a black shadow Hungrily watching each house we pass Some, old ladies in wide skirts Others in middle age, neat and tidy, combating not embracing age Occasionally a newer structure, a teenager with too much eye makeup in a solemn Sunday morning congregation The occasional window displays a living diorama A bubble of life, a spot of color, before my seeking eyes Party, solemn meal, empty rooms juxtaposed in disconcerting succession The personality of each home increases my longing tenfold A house, made a home, a shelter for dreams, as well as flesh july 2001 |