AVE ATQUE SOMETHING OR OTHER

oh such sweet musings

after the sour reality


being reminded death

does not automatically


raise one to sainthood…

oh the bastard you loved


and hated may have found

some peace with Jesus in his own mind


but his actions will tell on him

standing naked in the light of his own actuality…


the One not as easily swayed as we’d be

who grit our teeth and clinch


the fist remembering

the betrayals…the dirty deal…the convenient lie


born of malice or fear or shame…

but each of us has his own mess to straighten


and if guilt not paralyze the contrition

then time will dissolve the angry memories


and bring forward the good

(no matter how much breast-beating


it was never all bad) and after things

as they are exact their precise compensation


then oh how sweet the musings for all

that was good and hopeful


facing what we are as we morph

into what we will become….




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