When Jesus Comes

When Jesus comes,
the Christians say:
there’ll be redemption on that day.
With fires to fan the flames of hell,
and floods to quell the thirst of man.

Too long the self-elect have waited
too long have they defended…
this privatised heaven
in a system that’s long been one-ended.

And so we wait,
from this to the next.
Passing our days with hopes for direct contact…
Praying for that divine moment.
What the peddlers call…
the God-Component.

With our pitchforks and assegais made sharp,
the second start will find us at the ready…
for the spoils of a war we’ve been fighting;
rewards for all the wrongs we’ve been righting.

We needed salvation, and so we bought it.
Broke their backs with our tooth and nail for it…
for the justification promised on this day,
For the jealous leadership of one way.

When Jesus comes,
the Christians say:
there’ll be redemption on that day.
With fires to ignite the spark of man,
and waters to quench the thirst of hell.

Namaste

Salt To Find The Wound

The greatest sacrifice We, as today’s youth, make is to settle for the liquors of success when the waters of true happiness call. The promised land remains a promise that will never be realised as the dreamers among us refuse to wake from our slumber.

We are now clawing away at a consumerist eden instead of making our way to Zion.

All for the sake of materialism, worthless cash and false ownership. But then again, few of us see it as such. Instead we call this surface democracy our freedom and hold onto it tighter than a newborn suckling on a nipple.

We don’t want to look at each other in the eye and be straight about things. We’d much rather pretend that the world smells of coffee and roses and that flowers bloom all year long. Our assumed imperfection is an excuse to corrupt and destroy everything we touch. We look instead at each other’s shoes, rather than our souls. We look to clothes rather than our actions and we remain entranced by the brilliance of our minds rather than the wonders of our hearts. We play by the rules, although we ought to break them all. We speak when we ought to listen and we obey without question.

This is not one person, it is not even most people. It is all of us. Were this not the case, the world would not be as it is. But pointing to the peak won’t get us there, we must start walking.

Bless the children, o lord
who in their wisdom question
while we, like lemmings, accept.

Bless the man, o redeemer
when found wanting
gives more than he ever will take.


Bless the woman, o maker
whose many desires
lead her to serve above all others.

And bless the dead as well
for the living mourn all their days
only to rejoice in their demise.

Namaste