Religion brought me tea at noon,
And taught me how to pray,
To God, and birds, and indifferent moon
That holds the world at bay.

Heaven came to me disguised,
Beneath the heavy drone,
Of millions of silent prayers,
Pleading to be left alone.

I heard the cries of anguished souls,
Lamenting their fate,
For penance costs a heavy toll
To walk the narrow and straight.

I found my heart laid out to dry
Upon the chapel floor,
As saints and sinners passed it by,
Too busy to implore.

I paid my dues at Sunday mass,
And sold my soul last June,
Because infatuation with the past
Brings even the pure to ruin.

I heard the angels singing out
A sad and passionate song,
As the world shrunk back in pious doubt,
They continued on and on.

I fell into a rabbits hole,
Full of all that isn't,
I accepted Him to make me whole,
The most righteous kind of prison.

2 and 2 are 4.
4 and 4 are 8.

But what would happen
If the last 4 was late?

And how would it be
If one 2 was me?

Or if the first 4 was you
Divided by 2?

Humanity i love you
because you would rather black the boots of
success than enquire whose soul dangles from his
watch-chain which would be embarrassing for both

parties and because you
unflinchingly applaud all
songs containing the words country home and
mother when sung at the old howard

Humanity i love you because
when you’re hard up you pawn your
intelligence to buy a drink and when
you’re flush pride keeps

you from the pawn shop and
because you are continually committing
nuisances but more
especially in your own house

Humanity i love you because you
are perpetually putting the secret of
life in your pants and forgetting
it’s there and sitting down

on it
and because you are
forever making poems in the lap
of death Humanity

i hate you

Climbing the stairs,
Til the water reaches me,
To the attic I retreat,
Til the water reaches me,
clinging tightly to prized possessions,
Til the water reaches me,
unheeded warnings,
Til the water reaches me,
following the surge,
Til the water reaches me,
listening but not hearing,
Til the water reaches me,
Holding tight until the end,
Til the water reaches me,
gulping loud slurps,
When the water reaches me.

Mountains perked out from the Earth as if Atlas himself was attempting to break free from his subterranean cage. These gargantuan, green, organic monoliths stood as gatekeepers of Lone-lands, and watched as low-hovering clouds swirled and swayed around them. Not fluffy white clouds, but deep gray, angry clouds, clouds that move freely with the orchestra of the land. Like a heartbeat, the mountains pulsed and made the horizon jagged and alive. I studied these clouds and hills until sleep bested me. My eyelids shut, and when I opened them again, the gatekeepers were no more. The horizon's heartbeat had flat-lined, and all I could see was an empty blue sky meeting the Mojave shrubbery and sand.

The dark valley has pain in it's wake
A world filled with complete sadness.
Why does this place make me fall and shake?
This place keeps filling up with depression and badness.

It gets darker and darker until I can't see anymore.
The light, It's gone, the world is suppressed.
Darkness wants me, so what do I need the light for?
My mind is gone, my heart depressed.

I see the light again it's bright and blinding.
A book of the world wrapped in clear binding.

Lay awake and wonder when will life begin, stuck in a dream world, a world created by strangers, no reasoning behind it only to torture, to amuse. Dance, a soulless puppet on a string, every move preconceived. Pinch spongy flesh but still I lay awake forever dreaming.

Said the little boy, "Sometimes I drop my spoon."
Said the old man, "I do that too."
The little boy whispered, "I wet my pants."
"I do that too," laughed the little old man.
Said the little boy, "I often cry."
The old man nodded, "So do I."
"But worst of all," said the boy, "it seems
Grown-ups don't pay attention to me."
And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.
"I know what you mean," said the little old man.

The wind blows..there is a whisper..."I am she".

The leaves rustle in the wind..It is her kiss to us.

We never see her, for her beauty can not be captured. But she is there...she is here...all around us.

The waves crash, the clouds thunder..this is her wrath, her anger, her fury.

The moon so bright and beautiful...it is her smile that leads us through the nights. The stars up in the sky which shine on for a million years...These are her eyes that say I love you..

Her love for us can not be measured nor touched. But we can see it through the sunrises and sunsets...hear it through the songs her birds sing for us....

Believe in her... she is real...for she is the Goddess...she is ALL.

I was told I would be a hero.
A true hero,
Giving my life for my country.
I’d make my family proud.

I now look at the fear stricken faces,
With tears running down their wet cheeks,
About to pummel into the bottomless sea.
I am deeply saddened.
They never got a chance to say goodbye.
Endless screams is all I hear as the plane drops,
Falls,
Dives,
Crashes.

I am no hero.