in need of a savior - the universal human condition

I.

so, you wink at an injustice

you think it’s funny ’cause it ain’t happened to you

yet,

and if it does,

the rules of engagement don’t apply,

’cause it’s you

and you deserve better,

right?

’cause you’re you,

and you’re different,

do unto others as you would have them do unto you

would you hurt someone to benefit yourself?

you think you’re gonna win me over with flattery,

or by accolades,

so that i accept your injustice,

you want me in league,

so you can justify your behavior

a crowd breeds courage right?

so you think,

your immorality,

is no big deal,

it doesn't hurt you,

right?

it ain’t gonna happen,

i’m not gonna be privy to it,

yes, you are a nice guy,

but i can’t live with myself

if i have to succumb to you or it

if i have to nod for your approval

i cannot compromise my beliefs for your satisfaction,

for your love of fame and money,

and the lime lite

think about it,

take a breath

you’re gonna die,

you've gotta stop sometime

there's an accountability inevitably

reflect,

you aren’t immortal,

it ain’t worth the price,

a short stint of recognition,

even you know it ends somewhere

nihilism?

so you think,

really?

you know better,

no one’s watching

really?

so you think

no one cares,

you can feel an invisible stare

an invisible watcher who keeps a cosmic camcorder

every one of them

who acts like you is caught up,

with their i phones,

their means to an end,

their short sighted goals

they're gonna crash

you saw the youtube videos

of spirits standing next to their burning car

their bodies burning

their soul standing there looking through the crowd

of standbyers, oblivious

where’s it gotten us?

where are we?

look at the bleached bones,

the carcasses,

the rusted hulks of disintegration,

the coffins,

the tombstones,

the infinite stocks of information

of history,

too many to keep track of

who are you?

who am i?

nothing, actually,

unless . . .

in the grand scheme of things,

the book of life

it was opened,

is your name written in it?

give it up, your love of self

to the exclusion of what is right,

lose your soul and gain the world?

what world?

no one can own it,

no one can possess it,

or really hold it,

even a bit of it,

even for a little while

it's not worth anything,

if we die,

eternity is worth infinitely more

give it up,

your pride,

your primping in the mirror

your selfies,

your self love

II.

you threatened,

you hated everyone who came to you with ideas

that weren’t yours to get the credit for

you blogged yourself to oblivion with no one listening

you hated me without a cause

simply because i gave you my opinion,

that you didn’t agree with,

manifested by your agression against my freedom of will

so, you hated me

you looked yourself in the mirror and hated me more

i gave you accolades, which appeased you, for a season

tried to win you by love,

and then when the time was ripe,

when i didn’t look at you in exactly the way you wanted me to,

when you were incensed that your admirerers weren’t giving you enough attention,

you raged

you craved,

demanded more worship

and took it out on innocent strangers

strangers who represented good and

you became sullen and withdrawn,

until you received

some brown nosing,

from those who want something for nothing

this seemed to cure you for a season

you stopped impaling those you formerly held in derison

due to their freedom, independent of your own existence

how dare existence,

how dare life move without your knowledge and approval

you choked a few times on yourself

and managed to survive by preening yourself back into existence

your narcissism caused me to belch in nausea,

but i tried to work with you

i tried to beseech you for my own point of view

i kinda thought maybe,

you were redeemable,

but you mocked my train of thought,

my opinion,

my freedom of thought

i tried to speak to you of truth

and you sent me your treatise on

life without God

in your self indulgence you pursued me with poison darts

you criticized me for criticism’s sake

you fed off my energy,

relentless in your pursuit of your own ways and means committee,

and philosophy

premised upon the stores of dollars you’ve accumulated,

your fortress,

secured by the vast populace of your networks

your fake news

your deep state,

your illuminated friends,

your fellow haters,

your new world order,

with your old age, new age diatribe

you put your hand into satan’s six fingered claws,

and you swore him a pact for fame and fortune

at many crossroads

you followed him to the outhouse and did him a favor

now he’s here to collect

and how,

pray tell are you going to repay him?

III.

reach out and help someone out

give them food,

a drink of water,

the shirt off your back,

a warm hug and a bit of love,

do something to take care of yourself for a change

ask Jesus Christ into your heart