GOD IS MIND

GOD IS MIND

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

Eyes yet not fully awake…

I sit at my poet’s desk for an odyssey between worlds

and the quill behaves dismally.

I’ve become a time traveler amidst this nonsense

for what does the 21st. century provide…

when my atheistic thirst is nigh…?

It only stops to compromise me…

when my mind scribes that which the World denies

and I feel a policing defusing.

There are no Queens or Kings to cantor against

‘cept for the paranoia of government…

junctioning its citizens to not speak against them.

Their cells will torment such betrayers

and water boarding is a reptilian effort still watering

as its historic consequence forms.

I no longer watch the clock for my words timing

or for that matter contrite rhyming…

when time is a precious and procuring commodity.

The Shepard does not lose his sheep…

amidst the cadence of natural and deliberate honesty

for we have weathered such waste...

as a brutal form of nonlinear entertainment.

Constant stars… always open new windows…

whether in science or space..

raise the quota of your unique vocabulary.

Toss the wristwatch into the ocean

and you will see how much time you will save

before the buffering kills the pain…

My eyes are slowly awakening…

and I’m always amazed at what the hidden mind says

against the taught standards of our day.

God is mind.