What do you believe and why do you believe it?
Our world has shaped who we are physically and spiritually.
We are different colors, speak different languages and have different gods based on where we were born. The accident of birth, location and topography determined who we are.
Our differences caused us to war.
Humanity’s social evolution is what we must see, the frictions of difference slowly beginning to fade. Humans being human to each other is how we must go. Humanism beginning to grow. Differences in beliefs can be poison to our cause. My religion is better than your religion is juvenile at best. Wars and mass murders is what we receive when this is how we perceive.
Spirituality is important to the human soul, it nourishes our existence keeps us balanced in so many ways. Would the Great Maker be displeased if our philosophy was to live a spiritual life connected to Gaia respecting who we are and each other; living the golden rule in harmony. Somehow I think not.

What is it that gives some people power and others none?
Why is it some use power to hurt while others to help?
Why are some imbued with a will that can dominate?
Using it as a power to keep people subdued.
Power can be peaceful.
Power can be a war state.
There have been those with such will and power they jolted the world.
Why do humans abuse power, use it to subjugate?
Whole societies use it to keep ” lesser born” in place.
The power to evil is easy to see, killing millions
to rule the world.
The power to peace and kindness can also be abused, witness
millions being slaughtered in the name of God, religion and peace.
Power to gain riches at the detriment to others.
Look to the school yards to see some pushing others around musing
they will be different when they’re grown. They seldom are!
There have been some who give up earthly possessions to move the
needle toward love and understanding, but, they are few and far
between and even they can be taken down.
Most feel better when others fail, makes them feel superior somehow.
Wisdom and maturity is the key to turning things around.
Humanity has a long way to go before both will be found!
Lack of maturity and wisdom could be the great filter that takes us all down.

I was searching for a sign to confirm an all knowing feeling
When I realized distance is as much man-made as time

You smile when you walk down the halls.
You smile while learning in class.
You smile as you talk to your friends.

You go into your room alone.
You sit in silence.
You stare blankly.
You cry.

Click-
The button goes;
Pressing a single button captures a moment forever.
But does it really?
Does it capture the emotions you feel in the single moment, or a just a picture of you smiling.
Who knows...

All my potions turn pink
Like my tongue
After too much candy.

I can't bring myself to ***** my finger,
Let the blood bubble in the mix.
I can't handle newt's anything.
I can't even balance on my broomstick.

I am a bad witch.

People are afraid of me,
But's that's mostly my lipstick shade.
My pale skin
And sharp teeth
Aren't seductive,
Or menacing.

I speak in tongues
And girls wink at me!
My hexes are beestings
I am beat.

Nothing helps rejection
Like a little hair of the dog.
Maybe cat whiskers, too.

Or apple cider,
If you can't handle
A proper witch's brew.

Spiders shy away from me,
Bats blow on by.
Cats don't cuddle up to me,
My broom can't help me fly.

And then I see her.

Hair like cobwebs,
Nails like fangs,
Candy red lipstick,
A sugar rush in my veins.

She put a spell on me.

She repressed a grin,
Barely bared her teeth,
Squinted her eyes,
Put her mouth near my cheek...

She whispered to me,

"Your hat is floppy,
Your elixirs- what rot!
Your call is sloppy
I like it a lot."

She gave me a kiss,
Turned me into a witch,
In supernatural bliss...

Now this is real magic.

Summertime hot, bright yellow star blazing. Day after day suns rays relentless.
Heatwave in full swing, no rain in site.
Bright blue up above, no clouds in the view.
Everything drying up turning brown and crunchy.
Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch.
Crunch, crunch goes the brown crunchy grass as I walk.
Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch.