crackedpot ..

there lies back there
a house
i built

limestone walls
mahogany floors
designed to last

and yet ..

no-one lives there now
but spiders and mongoose ..
green monkeys pass through

you can see sky through the roof
windows bleed rain
..

i built my own prison from reality ..
gothic arches and stained glass fooled me

i had to escape
..

that house lies back there
thank God
now i wander
free to be me

me in the raw hot sunlight
sweat purging the soul
stinging eyes blinking away the blindness ..

family and stained glass friends and onlookers scoff sometimes
at the fail of me ..
left the house back there to wander

sometimes I wonder too
..

and yet ..

i am more me today than ever I was ..
that counts for something

i make no apology for me
though there is regret for the confusion I built

..

i look to find a man
a simple man
the son of humanity

i've seen his trail here and there
sign of his passing

that keeps me going

i look for him because I want to be him
i want him to be me

i wear his cross tattooed on my wrist
left wrist - weak hand ..
his way tattooed on my side
left side - weak side ..
he is powerful in my weakness

i bear his spirit in this cracked clay pot that used to live in a house i built back there
..
crackedpot

sometimes light escapes through the cracks
light i can see by
like others can see by
raw pure light
lighting his trail

calling me ..

to be a son of humanity