Priestess
by Ted L Glines

You are the cauldron
stirred and stirring
the maker who brews
intricate stews
the wizard of oneness,
and on your loom
the binder winding
chaos threads
red and black
yellow and white
into one holy fabric
of unity devine,
you are
a microcosm
under eternal glass
where molten stones
cast goddess light
soul bright
dispelling shadow,
for dark
cannot endure you
dares not defile
the temple of
~~ you ~~

Promise
by Ted L Glines

In the land of popsicles
icecream and fun
dancing with fairies
who hug everyone
tickeled by clowns
with big red noses
who make me laugh
with the silliest poses
and grandma gives me
the best apple pies
with the warmestlove
in her twinkling eyes
and I love all the angels
who tell me nice things
and don't mind at all
when I pull their wings,
I wanted to write you
and say it's okay,
I know I was bad
and didn't obey,
I know you feel sorry
now that I'm dead,
it hurt me so much
when you cut off my head,
but the pain is all gone
and I'm not at all blue,
I'm laughing and playing
and waiting for you.

Author's Notes: I am fairly sure that  Stephen King  would like this poem. I wonder, when the abusers  of children finally die, might  they not face their victims in  a grim and eternal retribution? This is one of  those which came  to me basically already finished and all I had to do was  quickly  type it up. And, since it was written, it has caused me to rethink  the  whole darkside thing. We easily see the motivations of the  abuser/killer as  being darkside. But, how about the spirit of  the victim - an innocent spirit  which is twisted and scewed by  the abuser/killer's actions - the spirit of the  victim would be  spun into darkside, too, wouldn't it? I had never thought about  this extended abuser/victim darkside continuum. Frankly, I do  not like the  picture which is revealed, but it does hint that  a history full of  abuser/killers might create a sickly society  (just stretching a bit there).

PreacherMan
by Ted L Glines

Gonna be a preacher man
cause I have faith - I know I can
gonna fly right through that Pearly Gate
powered by my collection plate
I'll never leave these sheeple guessing
for I'm da best - a pure-D blessing
the blind will walk - the lamed will see
I'll do it all on prime TV
---0---
Here I go to save the youth
make tons of money with my Truth
I used to be a lone pariah
lookit me now - the new Messiah
no more worries - life is good
the Key is readily understood
for those who see - how life flows
(*but I'm the only one who knows*)
---0---
I had this vision late last night
it surely made me see the light
God came down - dispelled my sorrow
did I have a tampax - She could borrow?
Suddenly it all came clear
these worldly troubles far and near
all this chaos - can you guess?
Just Universal PMS!
---0---
Hal-eeee-lool-ya - pass the plate
save your ass - it ain't too late
the final answer - plain to see
a Godly hysterectomy ...

Author's Notes: Hey,  maybe they are right, and there  IS a human-shaped God (you know,  the old white-haired person enthroned on a  cloud, reading the  Coffee Table Book of Idiots) , and maybe we ARE created in  the  image of ... Her. Oops. And all down through bloody history, men  have been  PMSing when they lacked the tools to do it right. Makes  sense to me!