Who is God?
What is God...

I take to my pen as weird thoughts fly about
Politics a game of thrones...

“me” I am who I think I am
my heart humble? or just an ego driven prick...

you see what you want to see!
your spin dictates your narrative...

This write brings me back to full circle
No closer to anything other than conjecture...

It’s hard to believe in summer
In the dead of winter...

banging on the internal doors of the mind
demanding an opening...

God means different things to different people
You cannot run away from that one...

I have reached a spot where I did not want to go
at the end of the day...

The threads that bind
Inspection to the present...

a pocket full of rusty cions
the well is dry...

aimlessly I fondle the frozen words trapped in...
hoping to resuscitate a glimpse of yesteryear...