gird up your loins

May 29, 2008

Funny phrase, serious sandwich;
but I suppose that
in every man’s life,
the time must come
to “gird up your loins,”
whatever the hell that means.

I mostly just like to
call my junk, loins; but
if loins are junk, when
are my loins not girded up,
except for when I sleep?
And why should my loins be
girded up, as opposed to down?

I know that somewhere in this
possibly is a truth worth grasping,
but in my making light of all way,
I can’t see beyond the humor of the phrase.
So as I take my next step in life,
I will be sure to do so
loined up, down, or side to side,
whichever feels best at the time.

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poetry is truth

May 12, 2008

and the Truth is sometimes like
your First kiss
or your Last
the Truth is sometimes a
Knife in hand
or in the back

either way speaking the
Truth is like spitting out a mouthful of rocks
you’ve been holding for 27 years

the Hope is that your Truth crushes
whoever it is that needs to be crushed
for there are those who’d rather you
have a mouth full of boulders
than a community full of hearts

the hope is that your Truth lifts
whoever it is that needs to be lifted
for there are those buried under
hate/ignorance/intolerance/miseducation/dishonesty/depression/selfishness/violence/
loss/youcantdoit/youllnevermakeit/noonecares/youcantchangethis

who need to breathe life
(so poets:
release your words so they may become

the hearts
on
your
sleeves
&
the stars
in
the
sky)

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