There's a fire blazing

There's a fire blazing in my mind's dungeon

in my dark's deep damp space

down where leeches suck life from the heart

from the soul of seekers probing for life

for a baby born pure again

where God is Lord and not an after-thought

I am there now having peered past Truth

where sought after lies leave me empty

I want more but find myself damp

damp and muddy in this dirt bin

I cry out but hear only myself in responsive squeaks

my ears plugged with filth from my searching

my eyes closed to Light brighter than I

I am like a lost cause before a judge without a lawyer

pleading for deliverance from the prison settled in

I want to cry and cry and cry

weep until the flood sweeps my grime away to a flushable sea

to the toilet of Hades, scrubbed to new life

with a smile entering my heart

covering my face

and I be new, new, new, new, new, renewed

Oh, I don't like self-death

suicide of the spirit

but Life in capitals, I wish

Life-Life with each and ev'ry breath

Life as is

(and this might be IS but I'm not living it

loving it, sharing it as if it is You

with all of me for You)

Help me, I plead

flush away the darkness from my eyes

cleanse anew me as David begged for snow

to blanket the avalanche of his sin

*Thoughts of Richard Rodriguez

-What bothers me about the rhetoric of victimization is that it implies that we can belong to only one side of history, whereas the moment you participate in history, you participate in impurities.

-The notion that somehow I can claim victimization implies too easily that the lines connecting to the past are innocent lines