it turns out that vomit, tastes like vomit. pig feed tastes like pig feed. forbidden honey tastes like honey. to trade the sweetness of your presence for the taste of perversion, was foolishness, it was harlotry. the mountain smokes, and cigarettes smoke too. say your marriage vows with your fingers crossed, behind the back, or … Continue reading vomit/waiting
worry will not overtake me. fear will not consume me. my eyes do not rest on sin, but on the one in whom my soul finds rest; the one whom my heart quickens to greet, eagerly. Awake, awake, O Heart! Christ has given you fresh blood, pure and holy, to cleanse your chambers, and renew … Continue reading cleanse/arteries
sister, my sister! how I have wronged you. but you were silent, ' you could not speak. time and technology bound you, forced you to the hand of my desire. you had no choice. they told you would be in the limelight, but only blue light and darkened rooms welcome your pixelated form. they promised … Continue reading sister, my sister!
and i have learned that trust is no easy thing. it is not pretty, fun, or clean. to trust fully means to give up mind, heart, soul, and spirit. it means to give up white cell blood count, chemical imbalances, trauma, and broken memories. it means giving up the right to pity and sadness, and … Continue reading trust/white blood cells
my mind has struggled with YAHWEH, he who struggles with nothing; so he gave me a heart that was a stairway into the heavens. he says, "Come up here," but still i sit in the dirt. you have made me here, Papa. it is both my substance and my home. he says, "I love you," … Continue reading louder/bartimaeus
i call you beautiful, but it is only in my imagination. you were one they called "ill-favored" yet in favor none exceeded you. you were the one they named "plain" yet there is none more extravagant. you were the one they deemed "unsightly" yet you gave sight to all who asked. ugly Jesus, how is … Continue reading ugly Jesus
the wind blows hard, hard to the east, and again to the west. but no one takes notice. our fathers and grandfathers took notice. curses in their throats and compasses connected to their hearts, they followed the wind and listened to the cry of the storm. "the gods are moving," said they, at the sound … Continue reading Zeus/Data