Enchanter’s chant

Artworks are bohemian
in essence, far removed
from the gallows of insipid living.
Sometimes inane gratifications
crowd in an artist’s mind,
taboo, lust marvels his soul,tedious wrath
huddles with innocent trust.
Together they harvest
intriguing, transforming lines
like religion shaped by liaison
of a devout soul and a drifted body.

Fitful turmoil of faith

Walking in a bustling city and
presuming honking vehicles as soulless
backfires, becomes a cruel reality
as souls, these days, are mortgaged to rambling former bureaucrats
and tedious televangelists.

Chastity ridden and clerical,
they incite dread on TV
roars to suppress the feminine
terror returns,
ripping apart lives, killing many in the name of God.

The clash of ignorance is on
raised in the turbulent sea of faith
as sagacious men quarry and squander time
only to mislead.