God, Alone
A Poem for Me
the last couple weeks have had me a little messed up
I can barely write
all this finger pointing
I’ve been trying to keep my hands in my pockets
and avoid the gesticulating fingers of others
The old school cats used to do business
and keep their mouth shut
avoid politics and religion
It’s hard to do these days
Everyone apparently needs you to disavow something
or disprove a negative
complicity!
addicted to outrage…lines in the sand…two choices…binary banality
digital disingenuous dichotomy of dastardly Demi-gods
Choose one.
But there is a third choice
do
nothing
do not choose
Look to the Monks. Pray. Work. Study.
Shut up. Don’t react. A statue in chaos
Wait until He moves you.
I’m gonna take my hands out of my pockets, now
Fold them
I’m gonna open my mouth now…a little manna
God, alone…
a painting I completed today…final product is bottom right. Should I have stopped painting earlier than the final painting?
Love you all!!!!
Jason
Wise words my brother.