honestly, it feels a bit different than it did before. before. back when I knew your name and your voice I thought I knew your heart. and I think that maybe I did. but now, now, it's a bit different. it feels a bit different. and I don't think that different is necessarily bad. it's … Continue reading different
I understand now why Israel wanted Egypt. We all need someone we don’t need. My heart wants to weep but my mind says it’s not worth the salt. Salt is found in the mines and the sea. Your eyes have no valuable resource. If you should cry, Who should benefit? If you should weep, Who … Continue reading Egpyt/Lover
lost and wandering, looking for spirit, looking for home. light of light beaming from eternal face brings my heart rest and my mind wild thoughts. thoughts of freedom, thoughts of love, forlorn and foreign, like food prepared in the dark. darkness is not my master, darkness is not my friend. holding hands, reaching for comfort … Continue reading please run fast now.
American Cain, Why do you rage? Why do you seeth and fume? Your brother’s blood cries out From your streets, Suburbs, And town halls. Black Blood bleeds, Black Blood stains. And your hands are wet with it. The foreign waters of nations Will not cleanse you. Legislation, Law, and Liberty Will not take away your … Continue reading American Cain/Black Blood
mangled mind, (hands) flee to (words) unspoken, they can't reach. the hands are my emotions, the words are memories I damn everyday. damn them. haunting Christ haunts me, haunts the living, haunts the dead. all the same. all conscious. did I think that Christ would resurrect my mind, or just my body? I know what … Continue reading mangled mind
the fields lie fallow, the wells dry, the market quiet. where do the good boys go when there is no seed to plant in the fields? where do the good girls go when there is no wheat to make into bread? is it war that has taken them? a foreign army that has ransacked the … Continue reading fallow field, hallowed whore
surely hell wastes before our eyes, and Abaddon punches the clock at 8:59 am. surely dreams bring us into outer darkness, and from 11:00 pm to 6:00 am we gnash our teeth and weep. indeed, my mother told me to wash my face in the morning. I didn't realize it was to wipe off the … Continue reading stairway, O stairway, where art thou?
What lies at the heart of atheism is a distrust in anything that I cannot see. Like newborns, whose reality is only as far as their eyes can see (all else that leaves the immediate room in the child’s infant mind do not exist), so atheism prescribes the same kind of malady upon all of … Continue reading without faith (does not exist)
One fine morning in the green wood a small bird flew about, looking for some breakfast. He happened upon a nice, fat slug, slowly and groggily moving about on a rock. The slug, looking up to see the bird descend upon him, cried out, "Mercy! I pray do tell me why must you come down … Continue reading The Bird And His Breakfast
you entrance my senses, smell and earth and beauty and smoke, stir my heart to remember you. you confound my logic, data and reason and science and fact, disappear beneath the weight of perfect trust. it is my delight to become a living cruciform, a blazing altar which water cannot put out. the sweet death … Continue reading how offensive (how beautiful)