Wounded in life, I seek to staunch the wounds of others . . . . --xoj

"Jack Spratt’s two centavo Guide to Redemption”
©2012 by Jack Spratt All Rights Reserved

God's tapestry, all creation, my greatest value an attempt to live/love for: in gratitude, mercy, forgiveness, regardless of Age, Race, Creed, Gender, Gender Proclivities, or Generosity . . . seeking to make redemtion salvation & resurrection potential in all unique, precious, individual lives, human, plant, animal, world. . . .through words & images - Jack Spratt ... KISS

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

going/gone home!?


Soon i'll be worm shit or ant toys preferring the latter to the former arrangements made long ago

Of peace i've known from time to eternity blest in moments of awareness/dharma/karma

Nearing the ending

The longest epic poem of Love unending minus my last few leafs riffs upon either writ

The former no longer besmirching the flesh of dead trees impressed with poisonous black ink

Only the latter; a fountain of all knowledge for one and all free encircling the globe

I better understand i wasn't alone beside the Ohio, eyes fondling my sister nude, the shackles in John Rankin's attic, at sea aboard Paradox, or blest by Whales aboard Puffin, or sighing ecstasy buried in vipers ordained. more better more the four year old tricycle abandoned squatting beside a nest of baby pigeons beaks lifted rictus of hunger never slaked crying sightless the heavens providence

But simply as anonymous save for amulets worn constantly varying save for the turquoise ring M gave matching my eyes best days rested no blood shot whites

Moving no longer like a wolf sleeping briefly hunting longer but shark constantly never sleeping death attendant extinction assured

Honey i'm ready for the oven or dumpster don't bother to enslave me to conservative lies slavishly slathered across the media at enormous expense to steal our/my heath the minds of those who like me survived the last individual/corporate war + depression or recession lied misnamed!?

Burn or trash me with the bracelets made by Tibetans self immolating old rudraksha sherpa coral & Bodhi Seeds mala Add the clay motley colored beads by AID's borne mothers who husbands hacked to death or disappeared tying to feed their children & oh, yes please don't forget my Jerusalem Cross they're of no use My time served they jingling upon my right wrist. Encircling/ennobling  my right hand while God held the other at all times in prayer continual answered

120821 11:20 gone home?
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