Threshold

They stand ready at the base
A line longer than admittance.
Few may go forward
To the ecstasy that awaits.
Or is it torture?
The rest must stay on the brink
Doomed to complete the climb again.

Traveler

I can feel this body dying all around me.
This stillness is no comfort to a restless soul.
The ones who are close to me feel my wonderings.
They know my heart is not here.
It soars in high places against my wretched body
that ties me to one place.

oooh!

Have a seat or prop up your feet

Wind Sculpture

Faith-Based Consumption

Speaking of fundamentals...
You can lay aside your pulpit
and shut your salivating trap.
You smile a sword of bloody drool
while mouthing, "JESUS LOVES YOU"
public service announcements
Then you belch to spill a highlite
of crimson on each quoted verse,
like notches in your bible, as you say,

"Satan wants your hide for his eternal barbeque,
but... Jesus owns a paradise and he can fly you there...
here's all you have to do...
It's outlined here in our brochure."