2006-10-06T09:42:00.000-07:00

It is the self that motiviates us,
not a god-
The self wrapped up in parent or lover.
not a god
sitting in the sky.

It is the self that moves us to love or hate,
to kill or kiss
it is
you, the reader, me, the author
of this common idea.

We are responsible for ourselves.

How can one say,
"You're damned to hell, you have no soul,
you loved the wrong person,
you didn't pray hard enough,
you worshiped the wrong god...."

Who are they to judge
who is going to heaven?
Is the cat sitting upon you,
going to this misterious place?
A place reserved for those with a soul.
Somewhere where dirt doesn't exist?
Somewhere far away with only 1/2 the people-
or maybe only 144,000- God's elect.
What a lonely place,
and if you think for a second,
that you'd see your mother or father...
what if they secretly doubted that which you hold onto?
What if your child does--
what if you acutally don't see them again?
Will you still be happy?
Alone, living out a life you never really lived in the first place because you were to afraid of
Somone looking in on you.
the Perfect Voyeur.
your god.

It is the self-
that motivates us,
that teaches us right from wrong.
If you listen,
you can hear your insides turning when you're
cheating or lying or hurting another.
You can feel the bliss from head to toe when you're in love,
or have prepared the perfect moment in celebration of another,
or when you are sitting in the dirt--
alone and quiet.

Oh, listen to yourself!
--your words that dangle from your lips.
Watch your actions
as they propel you through the day.

Love you.
Care about you.

It makes me laugh,
we poison our bodies with excess,
while others beg to a god for the food on their plates.
It's that same bounty that makes you fat, that killed your wife.
You are thanking a God?
For what?
Fuck you for being so damn selfish.

There is no god,
it's you alone on the toliet,
or in the church with your community.
It's you alone, in the forest.

Next time you pray at the dinner table,
Thank the people that made the food,
they, at least, are in the room to hear your appreacation.

Think about others,
for once.
The people
in other countries
that are dying
because of America's greed and some stupid
idea of a God.

Peace within

2006-09-22T07:47:00.000-07:00

Tyrent of unexplained anger-
suckling for survival,
as if I were it's mother.

Where did you come from?
For sure you're no child of mine,
Nor were you left upon my doorstep
a sampling of others misdoings.

Then who are you that suckling
upon my life
gives you,
yours?

Why does not myself
sooth you, transform you?
How can I dislodge the pain and anger I feel
becuase you don't deserve that control over me.

Here

2006-09-21T07:36:00.000-07:00

A place to dance,
sip upon the minutes
as if they were free.

A place to drool,

spill the thoughts

as if they were readily avaliable.

Ah, words, thoughts,
dreams,
enticing the thickest part of me
to wake.

new beginnings

2006-09-20T21:02:00.000-07:00

unfolding flower
enrapt within your eyes love
petals stretch open

Per Diem

Peace within

Here

new beginnings