Yelling

There is an insane man
always yelling
in my ear.

Lying,
saying this body
is all I have

When I know full well
the true reality
of my being.

When I know
that I am
just steps away
from home.

When I know
that I am
just steps away
from God.

(c) 2018 Michael ANuszkiewicz

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Don’t Let Them In

There is so much variety here,
it could almost distract you,
keep you glancing around
at all the glittery nothing.

Keep you choosing
between the jewel encrusted hell,
and the gold plated hell.
Or maybe
this time around
the hell in which you renounce all those worldly pleasures
and judge everyone who hasn’t,
just in case you wanted
a new and novel part
in the Drama.

My love,
my darling,
my sweet one,
why do you persist in not listening
to the only thing that matters?

The Divine Audience
is calling to you, to break out of your role.
Learn to ad-lib.
Feel God’s Love.
Do something kind, and never mind
how any of the other actors react.
You and they have been listening to the cruel
director
for far too long to be wholly sane.

He has an ensemble cast prepared
to painfully mould you
into the role that he deems best,
but I recommend
you pay no heed
to the monstrosity he calls a script.

Listen to the voice of Love.
Pay no heed
to the other voices
which want you to react
like a starving wildebeest
charging down anything
you don’t understand.

Judgement,
worry,
fear,
these are the tax collectors
who will bleed you dry
of God’s Love.

For the love
of all that is holy
DON’T LET THEM
IN THE DOOR!

(c) 2017 Michael Anuszkiewicz

Flashing

Lights are flashing
as far as you can see.
Blinking, moving,
in a complicated dance,
that almost seems
to make sense.

If you stare
too long, you almost start
to think you see the meaning
in the chaos.

But that will mislead you,
because it is different
for everyone who stares.

Wars have resulted
from this confusion.

My advice
is to find the one
bright light
that never changes.
It will lead you
home.

(c) 2017 Michael Anuszkiewicz

Home

Some seek
to write about this world
perfectly.
Realism.

Some build
elaborate beautiful
unlikely worlds.
Fantasy.
(Dragons
are a sure sign,
though
there are others.)

But neither of these
describe reality,
and this world
doesn’t
either.

This world
was built
when a peaceful garden
was deemed
too boring
to contain us,
and we wanted
an adventure.

(The tree was a lie.
A later addition
by some unknown
dramatist.
The snake, however,
is still very cunning.)

We have all had
many
varied
contradictory adventures
since then,
some quite horrible.
For when we were trying
to get home,
we lost our way
and wandered
into nightmare.

God has put up
all manner of signs
to guide us,
no matter who
or where we are.

They look vastly different
depending
on whether we are lost
in the desert
or the swamp
and on what kind of body
and life experience
we happen to be
carrying with us
this time around.

All of them say
in various languages
spoken or not
Love. Always Love,
My Dear.
Love will guide You Home.

(c) 2017 Michael Anuszkiewicz

Something New

Most of the stories
we tell ourselves
and others

Really just boil down
to DRAMA drama
AAAAANGST

Or
Fear shame anxiety
Hatred

Or, of course,
the ever popular
Revenge.

God
is a Divine
Artist.

I’m sure
If you asked,
He could help you
with something new.

(c) Michael Anuszkiewicz 2017