pratically particular to secular sections of self salvation
praising the faces of the faceless racists inthis nation
"war time efforts" elevated to mass celebration
leading us all into the pit of temptation
the expiration of this mitigated perforation
has my mental picture situated in permanent hibernation
when will love for life enter the equation
sending unkind acts into perennial evasion

staking a claim in my basement back to basic containment
at peace with my self imposed lonely life arrangement
pictures painted are looked at with undisguised disdainment
tainted by "sainted" places as a secular entertainment
awake by a change in nature on a mission of spiritual attainment
in vain i rack my brain to solidify our holy estrangement
so i peruse these texts to find where our collective pain went
and mollify those who ask why or what that cryptic saying meant

duly noting that knowing surely will leave me coping
under the constant struggle of forever hoping
so i continue toking tolling for the voting
simple sentences simmer inner peace has no center
in the end there is no winner who could sustain this bleak winter
and end in heaven pure and clean an uncontested sinner
back to the shadows recesses i enter without a cry or whimper
to speak to the "morning star" my forever faithful mentor