Slushy watered down drinks swelter on once icy cold glasses

Summer breezes wisp woodsy scents through backyard football follies

Plump-bodied June bugs buzz furiously around hot shiny light blubs

Hushed lullabies cradle babies in color-coordinated layettes

Cotton tees and sandals hang light and loose off sun-kissed tanned skin

Puppies woof and scamper when car doors slam and voices beckon

Birds chirp busily building what winter will soon cast away

Rows of yellow corn salute the sun like nature's valiant soldiers

Lovers twine in crisp cotton sheets on Saturday mornings

Lemonade kisses and moonlit strolls to nowhere

Flavored popsicle juice stain children's chubby cheeks

Warm rain rainbows dance freely on dusty puddled streets

Lazy rockers creek on sunlit porches

Hopes drifts lightly on butterfly wings

Memories beget another summer

Cherub faces eyes so wide

little ones look up at you to guide

Rails of cribs lock babies safe

they will not fail or bend or break

Handmade blankets not so warm

from what is crawling through the storm

And now I lay me down to sleep

as Papa prowls at night he creeps

Mama thinks he's quelling nightmares

as he quietly ascends stairs

But Papa truly craves a taste;

babies scream; Mama lies awake

In Mama's arms they cannot hide

sugar spirits cry and die

They're Papa's prey most every night

using them for his own delight

Papa hunts babies one by one

Mama so cruel knows the damage done

and shelters Papa's sins for years

silent terrors hide through tears

No one listens, believing rape

telling means abandonment is their fate

Others think you perfect folk

you sit in church your smiles a joke

Now even with your bodies gone

the damage you birthed was Satan spawned

And rotting chains will never break

as silent voices won't escape

From one generation to the next

your vile curse leaves haunting hex

We cannot wake you from your graves

impose the vengeance that we crave

But if we could we'd raise you up

and prove to you we've had enough

Your cursed evil made us strong

we sifted through your sinful wrongs

God won't redeem a vicious heart

the prayers you lifted in the dark

Won't save your soul and in the end

we will rise but you're condemned

What if God’s omniscient? Let’s say it’s really true...

Then He would know the outcome of all the things you think and do

Events would be predestine, no prayer would intercede

No sacrifice or holy wars, your souls could not be freed

What if God is not omniscient? Let’s say it isn’t so

He put us on this Planet Earth, free will to live and grow

Your rituals and ceremonies, your reverent intercessions

Lifelong debt and sacrifice to Him make big impressions

So God is judge and juror taking some and leaving others

He reaps the lives of innocence – stab hearts of mourning mothers

And tell me why or how it is that babies they should starve?

Did they do something warranting the fate He sought to carve?

While evil lurks through blood stained streets casting shadows in their mist

Those hearts they beat, their lives complete, yet they live long and rich

So God wants us believing yet gives no evidence

And question Him we shall not once – whose sinful arrogance?

What hinders logic in a man confronted with a deathblow?

It’s something Freud coined long ago, it’s what he termed an Ego

Our Ego views us valuable, can’t see ourselves as lifeless

Not simply just an animal, our Ego offers purpose

We tell ourselves these crazy tales, start a practice, write a creed

A lie to comfort use from truth, but lies deceive indeed

The Bible is a work of man... you say “well just believe”

I don’t believe in fairytales or magic, can’t you read?

Or charlatans that tell you that your loved one has a message

Magicians just live off your grief and leave emotional wreckage

Yes it IS hard to know this life is all you get to live

So live it right it’s all you have, no deity forgives

I’d rather know I taught my kids to be good hearted thinkers

Then be some puppet in a show, no choice, eternal actors

To live in truth is freeing.... no fear of burning hell

So read the book and use your mind and bid your God farewell

Like a newborn foal she entered this world

Free, spirit-filled, full of wonder and delight

Innocent and happy living her life.

Then at age nine evil crept into her night.

The foal no longer runs free in the grass,

no longer even tastes the sweetness of it.

The foal no longer feels her spirit,

or even the splendor of the sun on her back.

Then one day at age sixteen, vile found her again.

Does history repeat itself? It must she pondered.

That scare sat restless in her not-yet-mare reasoning.

Again the birds stopped singing and

the flowers lost their delicate properties.

Once again the breeze crept annoyingly upon her skin.

Surely the foal was lost forever now.

As fate had its way with her, now a mare,

she put herself in bad pastures one night. Again?

How can it be that one life could have three,

three demons to steal her soul?

But so it was that another sought her out

consuming from her what she was not willing to give.

And her heart became blocked... clogged in fact

with a familiar rudeness pumping through her veins.

She frolicked in that filthy place, she knew it quite well

That place where smiles lie.

Now a mare to care for two colts of her own

A fresh spirit from a past barely remembered

grew into a love she was quite unfamiliar with

and the rawness and innocence of it terrified her.

Muddy thick foul which once flowed effortlessly

Thinned by a hug and smile at a time.

She would die for that love that pierced into her heart

and suddenly her world sprouted around her.

Although not whole, a part of her soul

could not help to begin laughing at destiny.

How would she teach these colts of her own

to grow into stallions, not monsters?

How would she show them to love and do right

not to hurt, not be evil or cruel?

And so it was that her newly attained laughter

pierced into her silent, cracked mind

And brought her to a place where she began to wonder

if it were all a blessing in disguise.

Pondering all that was in the sunset of the meadow,

two baby colts sat illuminating their mother.

Once upon a time there were two brothers

Neither knew how they came to be and both pondered their existence

They grew bored and began to play a game

The one called God placed his shiny white pieces on his side of the board

The one called Satan positioned his fusty black pieces on his side

They played and played this game for many eons

Countless times the pieces would amass

Some on God’s side, some on Satan’s, then back again

They soon came to appreciate that each were just as masterful as the other

The game grew tiresome and both became very weary

God finally sighed and said, “Let there be Light”

Satan chuckled and said, “Checkmate”