Mother Earth #1

Heavier than air?

Ignorance became violence

When shame granted them relief

They broke many walls in the place

Then saw no friendly face

To comfort their belief

Holy laundry day

Carnival #1

In the eyes of fellow artists

And tastebuds of common men

Art is vanilla

Schrodinger's cat

The afterlife

You're not innocent
You're not disgraced
You say
I am faith
I have no guilt
Along the way to hell
Or to heaven
Tell me
Can one but one of my kind
Kill who believes
The end is being killed?

The good dog, it's coming back home

I, away and back, left my past dying here.
I hate the family no more:
My home like every home, house worth every house,
I now feel where I belong.
I'll walk the painfully long road only to know my place is behind me.