THE IMPOSITION OF ONE'S OPINION

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JOURNAL #19

a stable diet of irony

can make a meal

why even for the feeblest poet

'tis a germane gift

in such free spoken moments

I see the gleaming surface

through a rusty bottom's edge

and carrying my softest whispers

above all the shouts

so to win back the harmony

found in my most pitiful pledge

I see the hardened glimmer of science

in each man's fondest religion

a speck of tainted proof for the far

too skeptical believer

and God's own deliberately forgotten face

often stares back at me

through the dull deadening eyes of the most

devout atheist

and I wonder why

why of such clearly offered ease and tarnished

exquisite contrast

how could one with any true personal depth

possibly resist such amazing full bounty of

frank invitation to make note and simply have

faith

these unchecked and challenging observations

are complex mental films

so very easily handed over to me to handle as

I need to

and what I personally do with such generously

inherited trailers

gives necessary temper

to what very well

just might be

extreme opposites

that have grown quite lethargic

in the vast realm of timeless possibilities

and tire more and more easily

at the daunting sight of their same old all too

familiarly vague faces

call such dilemma a spiritual maze in redeemable

shorts

one of which God, his very self created as a sly

yet subtle way to put us all through our much

needed paces

the rules

shall ever after more

remain the same

its only the random participants of the game

that must manage to change

all for the better

and rightfully so

wouldn't you agree..............

(Dec. 28, 1998)


















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