February, 2003

Wake Up Naked

Poem.

When will it be what I hope to see?

When will you see through my eyes clearly?

Why the fascination in mundane ritual?

Idolizing a rite is also sin, it’s scriptural.

I don’t like when you say “impossible”, because you heard it said...

You don’t like when I spin it around the other way inside your head.

When this exhibition ends we will see

What will be allowed to be.

Many a war has been fought over what one thought was fair,

And without as much as an effort to reason and compare.

You bulge with indignation when you’ve seen your own way through-

And get highly defensive when you want to show your antagonist as untrue.

You’re so assuming! ..to think all you present is right,

..and what you defend is always covered by the light.

We’re all immersed in a conflict we weren’t born to understand.

With each fight’s finale, a victory is served, but to who’s or what end?

So certain you belong here, you become your own best friend.

Forgetting others also have import, you backstroke to a prejudging trend.

You do hateful, bad things to Love. It’s an inherited streak.

Your flawed sacrifice? You trust too much in delusions of the weak.

What “bad” is fair, and what “good” is wrong?

Is your lifelong performance just a dance and song?

To find a way clear through, only One could make it,

The rest of us will have to wait until we Wake Up Naked.