Your Perspective

Your Perspective 

People need to be set free,

but there’s a difference 

between that 

and slavery;

to know you hold the key 

is to actually see,

have you ever known

how quiet it can be

at the beginning of a possibility?

Two by two

animals set sail on a boat,

but they landed at the zoo,

a million different varieties 

I ask the audience

to determine just exactly 

which species are you.

The snake in the garden

was a means

to the end,

you look at me,

take a sip of your drink,

and I’ll have another chew.

Nothing is as sweet

as the forbidden fruit,

doctor my eyes

open for the very first time

only to realize 

without the protection of ignorance

innocence has been lost;

a nightmare of youth

to show up at school

and not be dressed as you,

a sub-conscious exploration 

of the fear to be true,

naked outwardly or emotionally 

which one

would be safer for you?

God asked, “Where are you?”

We answered, 

"I heard you,

but I was naked;

so I hid.”

I think Genesis begins

in a search of the good,

but the Revelation is 

a dealer’s first taste, 

knowledge 

with a rim of evil.

Like a sheep 

amongst wolves,

take two Tums 

only to throw up in the sink,

believe me

you’ll take one step forward

only to return back three,

a Corona from a bottle 

is always skunky,

“BARTENDER!’

Two more limes 

please.

A good start

is to learn what love is,

a head,

a heart,

you could begin

with a conversation

on what it means to forgive;

a broken heart

lets the light in

and lemme tell you that

porousness is the opposite 

of sin.

Poetry is

taking off my glasses

to show you

how I see,

Jackson Browne

came before me

asking if this 

was the prize

for learning how not to cry,

to crucify

is to give up time

for the sake of life;

self-consciousness akin to hypocrisy,

it never was about my perspective,

but for me

to learn how you see.