I am tired of screaming,
let alone all the dealing.
Preach not your delight,
for it is not my light.
Religion is proclaiming,
and God is your aiming.
Belief is not blaming,
a structure, some training.
Creation dualed breath,
whilst life sought whats met.
In between its a giver,
not Lords, best go hither.
Exhausted from fight,
from birth, was not right.
Mother filled with such hatred,
daughter moved and just might.
Jamie makes me laugh,
Sesame Street, such a trap!
A Triangle Regime,
not a circle or a wrap.
He sings not a loop.
He gives me no favor.
A Twin Soul won't leap,
our Hearts cannot meet.
Strength doth declare,
and not on its knees.
No God, No Command!
Innocence is at hand!
Karen A. Placek