italian sonnet

This is an image of King Solomon and three of his concubines.

Modern Solomon

A modern Solomon is what I may
become, my harem on the internet;
my concubines are digitally met
where I can click and double-click away;
I like that I remember every sway
and make my browsing history forget;
I like that I can take what I can get
without commitment getting in my way.

But this is only worship of the self,
and such idolatry is blasphemous;
whene’er I want my fantasies explored,
I turn my back on God to please myself;
how sad that I can feel so scandalous
and think I’m still within my loving Lord.

This image features someone resting their head on a friend's soldier.


Some people think about the Holy Spirit,

what others think about a haunting ghost – 

a soul without a body for a host

that makes you jump as soon as you can hear it;

what’s bad is when we want to follow near it,

we think of all the things we hate the most – 

and Satan uses our mistakes to boast

in that he’s used our hate to make us fear it.


This isn’t who the Spirit is to me.

He’s not some ghost that’s creeping from the grave

and hangs my worry o’er me like a knife;

He’s the remnant of the Trinity

that wants to quicken me and make me brave,

encourage me t’embrace eternal life.

These are just some of my thoughts of the Holy Spirit expressed in an Italian Sonnet.