jails we love

for bedding our lives

locked behind bars

of emotions held bound

preserving our soul

behind fake expectations

behind feelings unclaimed

within counterfeit selves

stamped with the okays

of a society gone captive

of a people boxed

in visions of status

packaged in cartons

enhanced for dispersal

of truths soaked in vinegar

preserving the semblance

of that which is real

of that which will kill

o, to smell the sunshine

touch the wind in one's throat

see light in the darkness

and laugh with the lark

share bread with the squirrels

and dance in the mud

the key would be ours

to unlock our precious gates

to loose us from bondage

and free us with Life

*We'll believe almost anything in order to justify harmony and serenity.

-Jean Sulivan

*...faith and humor go well together.

-Jean Sulivan

*The Gospel in its pure state was too great a danger.

-Jean Sulivan