The Binary Prayer
In pews where sermons drone on repeat,
Two genders march in binary beat.
“Male or female,” the pastor asserts,
While the platypus smirks beneath his quirks.
The peacocks flaunt, the seahorses dance,
Nature's kaleidoscope shatters their stance.
Yet in Sunday’s bulletin, all is confined,
To dolls for daughters and trucks for their kind.
Oh, to see an androgynous angel sway,
Would surely ruin a righteous day.
But look to the skies, where seraphim spin—
Wheels of fire care not for sin.
The Pronoun Patrol
With grammar books clutched and verses in tow,
The Pronoun Patrol strikes a puritan blow.
“They/them is a heresy!” their leaders implore,
“Stick to he or she—nothing more!”
In coffee shops and hymnals alike,
They rewrite songs with fervent spike.
"God Rest Ye Merry, Cis-Men," they sing,
Missing the gospel in the joy it could bring.
For Trinity lovers, oh what a twist,
The paradox they cannot resist.
But "they" for a neighbor? A bridge too far.
How small their heavens and shrinking star.
The Gay Agenda (A Stationery Set)
Beware the binders, the glitter, the cheer,
The "gay agenda" they say, draws near!
With brunch as its weapon and joy as its creed,
It threatens their world with unstoppable speed.
Pastors decry this rainbowed parade,
While envying the sparkles their sermons evade.
“Why can't our Easters have this much pizzazz?”
They mutter while clinging to their tarnished brass.
The gay agenda’s truth, if you dare peek,
Is rights, acceptance, and brunch once a week.
A life filled with love, not casseroles wed,
Is the fear that keeps their dogma fed.
Fear and Flexibility
Downward Dog is a slippery slope,
To promiscuity and losing all hope.
Yoga mats lead to the Devil’s abyss—
Who knew Pilates could spawn such bliss?
Their temples are holy, or so they preach,
Yet under renovation, with signs: “Do not breach.”
No touching, no joy, no exploring your shrine,
For freedom in Christ must walk a fine line.
Abstinence rings gleam like halos above,
But guilt and repression sour young love.
The irony burns, a puritan plight,
That their rules breed the chaos they seek to fight.
Love the Sinner, Hate the Rainbow
“Love the sinner,” they say with a grin,
While barring the doors and fencing the sin.
Rainbows reduced to two lonely hues,
As God shakes His head, bemused by their views.
Yet even in stained-glass exclusion they stay,
LGBTQ+ saints find another way.
Prayer circles bloom with love unrestrained,
A spectrum of faith unshackled, unchained.
The spectrum’s beauty lies in its blend,
Infinite colors that never end.
A covenant crafted in radiant hue,
A reminder that God’s love is ever new.
The Gospel According to Glitter
Oh, rigid faithful, with black-and-white creed,
Your rules cannot bind love’s vibrant seed.
For God’s light refracts in myriad rays,
Beyond the confines of your binary gaze.
So wave the flag, and lift your voice,
In a faith unshackled, let all rejoice.
For in the spectrum, there’s space for all,
A love that’s boundless, a divine call.
Amen to the glitter, the joy, and the jest,
May satire’s spark ignite hearts at rest.
For the gospel of love, in all its hues,
Is brighter than fear, and always renews.
Jan 3, 2025
Jan 3, 2025 at 7:17 PM UTC
Oh say can you see, through the darkening night
What so meekly we failed to arrest in it's scheming
Whose orange tan and fat thighs, what a depressing sight
On the TV we watched, the lies built up and teeming
And the Foxes dull glares, the twitler's fake hair
Gave proof to the dumbs, that fake news was still there
Oh say does that gop still grovel and sway
Under the guise of the free and the lies of the day
On the border to the south, children taken discreetly
Blame another for our sins, divert and deny
What book of scripture can we use to weakly
Justify our actions, and absolve our blind eyes
Stand up and speak out your minds, all of the crossed lines
History is watching as we sit idly by
Allowing atrocities and helping America die.
Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 11:16 AM UTC
You'll fix me?
You'll stitch the pieces back
Arrange the scattered parts
Glue the slivered fragments
Into a whole.
You'll fix me!
Repair the ravages of time
Extinguish the hurts of old
Balance the teetering mess
That is my Soul.
You'll fix me.
Just being there daily
Lending an over-sized ear
Reverberating my dissonance
Paying my toll.
You'll fix me,
One step at a time,
Patching the leaks
Padding the walls
Digging the hole.
You will fix me
Over the course of our lives.
Through kindness and wisdom
Through struggle and change
As we grow old.
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 5:14 PM UTC
The children adore it
and wait all year
for the cold winter comfort
and the saturating cheer
They fidget and pace
all through December
making lists of the gifts
That they did not remember.
They climb upon Santa
eyes shining brightly
fingers clutching their lists
ever so tightly.
They stutter and stammer
forget what to say
resigned to waiting
for that magical day.
Xmas eve evening
so full of excitement
they dream of the morning
wondrous delightment.
The parents abhor it
and wait with dread
the upcoming gathering
the breaking of bread.
The family you avoid
the rest of the year
the drinking, the gossip
the pains in your rear.
The endless instruction
batteries galore
the wrapping and hiding
the locked closet door.
The last minute shopping
Black Friday stampede
to grant their wishes
to satiate their need.
Its finally over
the end is nigh
the morning of Christmas
the end of the lie.
The atheist ignores it
as best he can
it is pretty invasive
and he is only a man.
A fat man, a baby
flying moose in the skies
horrible, endless music
but at least there are pies.
It begins in October
the feast for the dead
the next day there's Jesus
in his tiny, wooden bed
A story of divinity
passed through the ages
bastardized and broken
parchment thin pages
Roman gift giving
European "Christmas" trees
A Greek gift giving saint
Shepherds on their knees
Supernova signals
Norseman's Mistletoe
A donkey, a sleigh
Coca Cola's ** ** **
Saturnarian or Pagan
Christian or Jew
Happy Holidays to everyone
From: Atheist, To: You
Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 12:40 AM UTC
To be immortal, eternal
To last throughout the ages
To stand above all others
Written of by the Sages
To battle through adversity
Overcome all of the odds
Lay low all of your enemies
Ascend to the realm of Gods
Hear the melody of your tale
Pour from the mouths of Bards
Your cunning and your trickery
Your proclivity for dice and cards
Your saving of maiden
Your taking of the same
Your duplicitous nature
The building of your name
So many disguises, outfits, faces
A new person for every event
so many skills to learn and master
All or your time is used now, spent
You have stretched far, a longish span
A passing storm heard in the distance
A raging power, destroyer of worlds
A torrent of change at your insistence
You step into the glow of life’s evening
Looking back on this long trip
A small smile brightens, tired eyes
As into past dreams you slowly slip
Eternal? Immortal?
throughout the ages?
Who cares of these things?
What matter the Sages?
Fully lived lives are the answer
Moments grasped firm, held tightly
As the end must come for us all
Go to your end Proudly, not lightly
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 7:35 PM UTC
We post, tweet, google and skype
We re, fwd, edit and code
We have so much access, to so much tripe.
We log in, connect, update, download
Instant information,
endless exploration
constant zombification
Our wireless Nation
Pale electric shadows,
cast on the walls.
Unable to break from
the gripping siren's call
Camping the bodies
pwning the noobs
sniping their medic
just for the luls
Mining down deeply, into the nether
Waiting for spawns that follow the weather
Collecting the pets, weapons, mounts
Getting achievements that cross all accounts
So much to amaze, mesmerize, and entertain
All the things to look up, argue about, explain
A race with access to knowledge galore
and still we demand faster, better, MORE!
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 1:13 PM UTC
I have always been
And will always be.
Nothing created or
destroyed, You see.
Infinity
inside us all.
Star stuff makes up
this tiny blue ball.
Thermodynamics
directing the course
energy and matter's
chaotic discourse.
Never dissipating.
Always in flux.
I'm still here,
and that is the crux.
Do not be sad,
nor shed a tear.
I simply changed states,
I will always be near.
So say your goodbyes
to this one incarnation,
And know it isn't over,
temporary emancipation
Particles spinning
here, but not.
Quantum reality
more than one shot.
It never ends,
we will always be
in different forms
that's our reality.
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 9:30 AM UTC