Do me a favor

Do me a favor

Quit posting about your mom

We’ve all moved on

If you need closure

I understand

But please, not on a social site

Do me a favor

Learn to r/e/a/d

I hear a lot of attack

You were not there

Her notes are purely subjective

You were way too young to understand

Do me a favor

Learn to r/e/a/d

She was sick and homeless

She could have picked herself up by her own bootstraps

She could have lived off government assistance

Somehow her problems became your dad’s fault in her God forsaken mind

Do me a favor

Learn to r/e/a/d

She refused help from us

She doesn’t get a free get-out-of-jail card

I don’t care how sick or homeless she was

No amount of help would have been enough for her

Do me a favor

Learn to r/e/a/d

I can’t let you beat up your dad so badly

He is hurt

He’s your dad

And to not allow your kids to know him is hurtful

Do me a favor

Learn to r/e/a/d

Why haven’t you reached out to him?

Who knows how long he’ll be around

There will be regret if you don’t when he’s dead

We are family damnit

Do me a favor

Learn to r/e/a/d

We tried to help her

We tried to get her help

She made excuses

We then refused to enable her illness

Do me a favor

Learn to r/e/a/d

If she would have accepted help

She would not have been homeless and died alone

That was her choice

I’m not being mean; I’m just being real

Do me a favor

Learn to r/e/a/d

Sycophancy

 

Look at you

Sharing photos of distant isles and lonely trees

A coffee and cigar for Saturday

Vacations with your civil war mistress

Living your best life now

Look at you

As dapper and pinteresty as can be modeled

With briar in hand and that leather satchel on display

Poised, smug, and refined

Living your best life now

Look at you

So nuanced, yet eager to pounce with repulsive cruelty

With centuries of studies and feigning at your fingertips

Backing up each meme with sycophantic emojis

Living your best life now

Look at you

Labeling and laughing at innocent victims and their paraclete

With your nursing confidence and phone in hand

Ready to justify what poisons, cripples, and slays to save

Living your best life now

Recompense

I cry for them daily

Words I never imagined before this year

Clear tears

Blotting the ink, piercing each page

As I learn what I was never told, and reflect upon what I was sold

You were right all along

He hated you like Ciaphas

He prayed against you like the Psalmist

He avoided you like the Levite

He made things difficult for you, as recompense for holding back his calling

He thirsted for justice like Pharisees

He got the secretary he always needed, and dumped you like Judas

He also poisoned us with his bitter root, like the Judaizers

Once you were cut off you were dead to him

All your tears dried up by his subtlety

Clear tears

Never to be seen by us again, until you were raised

And here I am now, with your scriptures denouncing his sacred cow

Wishing you cried with us daily

December 2020

I see your demands

Snowflakes, all of them

You see me cold, frozen

Dry ice, steaming predictably

I see your right to privacy

Do you see mine?

You see us close together as a door and knob

You are now open, and I shut

I see you prophesy my motives

It’s going to hurt him, and you know it

You see her open our door

I see and welcome her

You see her and shut our door

I see her motives

It’s to heal from the hurt, and I know it

You see her pains, her fears, her hopes, her vices

I open, you shut

I see your priorities

Do you see mine?

You see me assuming I know everything

Insanely disrespectful, lacking empathy

I see your apologies

These, too, are seasonal

Asking for a friend

O Lord,

Thou hast said, As much thou hast seen me, thou hast seen the Father.

I have seen thee.

I have seen the Father. 

And so I ask, 

As much as I have seen my own mother, have I also seen thine?

Imprecation

 

Is not Alexander his name?

And a coppersmith his trade?

No, sayeth one of the Annointed's apostles

Such is the record of another man

yet this one did as much evil nonetheless

and hath received rewards according to his works

for he hath greatly withstood our words

Be thou ware of him

imagining one’s self to be a new Moses

supposing his brethren would understand 

that God would deliver by his hand

But they understood not

while he gloried in imprecations

Becoming a terror to good works

he destroyed the image of God

and established a rival of divine justice 

He knew that no man hath greater love 

than when his life is laid down for his friends

So he condemned her as no friend

and framed her as God’s enemy

He justified his own and stopped caring for hers

as though God hath rewarded his equity

If she suffered from wrong, it was no longer by him

for he was no longer called to help her through suffering

having suffered much already

His calling now was to smite pharaohs, not keep covenants

Wilt thou ever interrogate thy self O Adam?

What inhabits thy mind now?

What kind of soul dost thou have now?

The soul of a predator or its prey?

Answer the call of accountability preached by thee

Let no rank seek exemption

Frame no more mischief with law or its grace

Growing up

It’s a strange feeling to have her closer in proximity than you

You were there growing up with us, when we both seemed dead

You became close to both of us only when the family divided and fell apart

You dragged me, effectually, as the puritans would say

But her…You towed her away

I now study her scriptures and ask, How did you survive?

Why did you survive?

I was given so much after everything fell apart

You had so much taken away that never returned

You abandoned us, perhaps, for a summer

But we abandoned you and cut you off like cancer

And we never returned

But you did return

Thank you for returning

And please, thank him for returning you to me

Such intercessions tow me closer in proximity to him

God is love

The clock ticks with his voice

Nothing is said, but he calls us

Outside of time, the virtual aristocracy opines

Within time and above it, according to mumbles within armchairs

These are the kinds of games nintendo can’t fathom

And as the clock ticks, I hear little feet offer their cadence above

Little animals playing in his zoo

All will wither and fade as the food they consume

Some will be deified and—hopefully—become zookeepers

I hear them dropping thingamabobs on the firmament above, as the clock ticks with his voice

Protoevangelium

Save—save—save this imprint of every passing memory with stars marking one idea after another.

No page of your Scriptures shall be forgotten.

You are like a star shining over the cosmos with miracles, holy mother of mine.

And so I sing a hymn of praise with you, the one presented in the temple of God, during this great feast.

There we will offer gifts in a double portion.

There, in the garden, we will walk together and receive food from the hand of an angel.

There, at the mountain of God, a mother and her child are received.

And if we cannot ascend this Mount together, let it split in two and take us down to hide us, and shine its light upon us, turning holy blood to stone around us.

Favor is with those who fear our Lord, to whom be glory into the ages—of ages—of Ages.

Holidazed

‘Twas two weeks ‘til Thanksgiving

But one week to relax

And play games or just chat long

While grazing on snacks 

But inside of our bodies

Crept imaginary

Disease causing germs

That would kill if one sneezed

Some then fretted all night long

And then caved in to test

And expected the rest 

To approve their behest

Because that day just might come

When they’d feel slightly warm

Or wake up just like normal 

Of there being no harm

But without being tested 

They might never know

If living life normal

Was just placebo

With trillions of toxins

Inside us already 

The last thing we need 

Is to foster anxiety

By testing and testing 

and testing some more

That guarantees nothing 

and increases stress more 

Many understand little

Yet think they care best

Ignoring high false positives

Of RT-PCR tests

Many also don’t realize

That a swab up the nose

Is far less effective 

Than turning off their phones