In The Sanctuary

Of my sandbox

I get to play with words

Not made up of sand

Rather fluid thoughts

That manifest quickly

Seemingly out of

Nowhere now here

Triggered sometimes

By an errant comment

Inherently contradictory

From its intention

Of its stated purpose

Pro-lifers for the death penalty

(If they don’t live now, can’t kill them later)

Pro-Choice people against the death penalty

(If they make it out of the womb

Then we’ll try and save them)

“Patriots” hating their government

(I’ll let that sink in…….people who love

Their government, want to change it)

Gun owners against nuclear weapons

(We can have our toys, but they can’t have theirs)

Animal Rights Advocates

Marching in leather shoes

(Because they are comfortable and stylish)

People for religious freedom

Wishing to eradicate other religions

So they are not encumbered

By questioning their own beliefs

(Where is the freedom in that? )





Then, with all those grains of sand (words)

I try to sculpt castles of thoughts to present

My most ardent supporters or passersby

Thought sculptures, only to re-arrange them

Later or surely again in a different form

Mostly for myself tweaking a grain placement

Here and there, or content in the right context

So that I might understand the world better

Outside of the safety and sanity of my sanctuary



Inevitably recalling a lyric or a comedian’s bit to help the post



“Do you have your own words? Hey, I’m using the ones everyone else has been using!

Next time they tell you to say something in your own words, say “Niq fluk bwarney quando floo!”

– George Carlin



Then, close it out with an (hopefully) appropriate closer



“I do not wish to be right

Only wish to be understood. “

– Angelo Devlin