Why did Judas
backstab Jesus
with a kiss?
Wouldn’t a knife
serve as a tool
more fitting
for a job
like this?

Ahh, but a knife
betrays The One
who wields it
in the dead
of night..
for, it still
glimmers,
traitorously,
once unsheathed..
and even under
dim moonlight …

Why do you frighten
of The Devil?
Little sparrow..
My sweet child.
Is it unsettling
how I can see
right through you
without looking..
merely by gazing
at reflections
of your phantom
in God’s eye?
Being seen is scary,
yes, indeed..
rest easy though,
for, being passively
observed
can …

Holding faith in God
sometimes gets heavy.
Holding faith
in fellow person
is so often
heavier still.

But is it not true,
that only through
our faith alone..
our love for either
we may truly feel?

Upon the crucifix
even The Son of Man
was torn and shaken.
He cried out
to the silent heavens
in His anguish:
“My God, My God..
Why have you
forsaken me?”

How is it possible
that even Him..
The Word incarnate..
seemingly could lose
His faith?
Was it because
they …

To love is to suffer.
To suffer is to love.
How would you like
to suffer next to me
my homeward dove?
Indeed, love is vicious..
love is deaf and blind.
It takes no prisoners
as it consumes
both lovers
from inside.

But I don’t really mind
the ankle …

I may be dressed in blue,
but all I see is red.
Whoever doesn’t grasp me,
I no longer beckon to..
The work of reckoning
I delegate to Death.

Yay, I have made
this bed of roses
for myself..
Upon its thorny,
queen-sized
mattress
still I lay.
Whether you …

What lies
in the liminal space
of invisible truths?
Is it the silent
whisperer of
empty sooths?
Or is it The Devil
of the details..
dressed in blue?

Is it The One
upon whom
eye of God
no longer gazes?
Is it the wanderer
of empty halls?
Or yet another …

Why do we write
the poems
that we do?
Is it so that
we may express
what’s virtuous
and true?
Is it to show
an accurate
reflection
of who we are?
To soothe our pains..
to process through
our scars?
Is it to give
a glimpse into a world …

Cease your irreverent
spell casting,
you foul witches..
Only true fire magic
is allowed in my domain..
The One
The Highest Priestess
teaches.

Your icy,
non-chalant demeanor
is a lot less of a treat
than you might think.
If cool was what I craved,
a cold one from the fridge …

Nothing hits as raw
as feelings that you get..
when you have
laid yourself
completely bare..
in front of another.

When you
make yourself
so vulnerable..
that at their whim
they could
annihilate you
if they wanted.

Because you know
that they shan’t dare.
Because you know
that in …