Wondering While Wandering
I wonder while I wander
whether wandering will lead
to greater understanding
or simply more wondering.
Who Shot First?
I took pictures of you
taking pictures of me.
We both asked, “Who shot first?”
If The Saints Could See
If the saints could see
all the statues and paintings
people have made of them
in all their glory and suffering,
would they feel proud
Through Jaundiced Eyes
I see the world with jaundiced eyes
which give all things a sickly tint.
Fresh flowers seem about to die,
and faces look withered and spent.
All beauty is a false façade,
youth and health illusory tricks.
People are not images of God,
just wax puppets held up by sticks.
I see poisons run though clear streams,
stain them to piss, and leave them stinking.
Joys are only thin, fleeting dreams
conjured up by wishful thinking.
The warmest heart can still turn cold,
and storms rise from the gentlest breeze.
A pious soul can still be sold
if it succumbs to this world’s disease.
Copyright (C) 2012 by Eric Landuyt