Sometimes I can't sleep
I think about our beautiful blue world
In flames
I think about streets full of
Broken glass
Blood spilled over stones and ashes
Distant screams and close explosions
Mortar flashes
Whistling sky crashes
Stones and ashes
Stones and ashes
Stones and ashes
Clattering like jagged broken teeth out of the smoke choked sky
Shell shocked orphans shaking
Silent in the rubble
No one to show them the way home
Neither can I
All I can do is cry
And cry
And cry

The Sun is just another
In an endless sky of stars
If we saw it from far away
Would we know it was ours?

It isn't too remarkable
In any special way
An ordinary little star
That rides the Milky Way

But when seen from our point of view
The Sun is like a god
So wonderful, so full of light
So powerful, so hot

It's bright enough to light the sky
And paint it blue and gold
It shines on us, it grows the plants,
It warms us when we're cold

I think we would love any star
That brought us so much light
But our Sun is the only one
That shines on us this bright

Sometimes the ones who look
Ordinary from far away
Will dazzle you if you will
Just give them the time of day

I am the world

I love the fool

One open flower

On top of a hill

I am the fool

I love the world

Though she is iron

She is my gold

I am so afraid because
Anything could happen
Literally anything
Today, tomorrow, in a thousand years
But this is the same reason why
I feel so much joy and wonder
And hope

I can still remember it

The moment that I lost my faith

I was just sitting in a classroom

When I decided to think it through

I threw Pascal's Wager to the wind

Held instead Occam's Razor

And thought, if God really loves us

These are all just empty threats

And how much else has been a lie?


I still thought there must be a God

And so I looked through all the books

And everything I read rang true

And everything I read rang empty

The books all sounded just the same

How could I choose one of these Gods?

I thought that either all of them were right

Or all of them were wrong.


And so I thought,

There is no God.

That answered almost all my questions,

But I felt a sense of loss

I had always been promised Heaven

Though I felt somewhat relieved

No one looking over my shoulder

No one judging my deepest thoughts

Suddenly the world felt colder


And even though I felt such wonder

That we'd got here on our own

And even though I felt so free

I had never felt so alone


And to this day once in a while

I ask in my mind all the Gods

To show me a specific sign

So they can reach me if they want

The signs I've seen all point to

The idea that we all are One

The God we seek is

The sum of our collective consciousness

In harmony with the Universe as a whole


But every time I think I see a sign

I remember in the back of my mind

How easy it is to see

Patterns in the sand

                    the stars

                    the static

And fill in the gaps

With a solid shape

Only the sharpest razor may divide

The shape back into grains of sand

The constellation back into its stars

The bolt from the blue back into static

God into the gaps in our knowledge

The empty spaces that fill our souls

With awe and mystery and wonder

No matter how removed, how far
We are all made of the same stars
Beyond the pale, between the lines
Inextricably intertwined

Our consciousness holds us apart
From the Great Mother's other stars
But at the moment that we die
The Earth becomes part of the sky

One time there was a little snake

Who said, why are the mice afraid?

The other snakes said I don't know,

For I have never killed a mouse!

And so the snake said,

I know! I will go and meet them at their house

The mice came to their windows

And they saw the tiny little snake.

It's one of THEM! They shouted.

They thought she was there to **** them all.

For you see, the larger snakes,

For thousands and thousands of years

Had killed millions and millions of mice

Which was the reason for their fear.

The little snake knew none of this.

She never had eaten a mouse

She only ate spiders and bugs

She slithered right up to the house

The mice came out by the dozens

And bit and scratched the little snake

She had just come to say hello

She thought there must be some mistake

They cut her into little pieces

And there came from them a cheer:

Hip hip hooray! We've killed the snake!

Now we won't have to live in fear.

You see, the mice had no idea

Just how many snakes there were

They thought they'd killed the only one

They thought that they had won the war

And so the little mice came out

And danced upon the little grave

Not knowing that the smell of blood

Had drawn a hissing knot of snakes

These larger snakes ate all the mice

And spilled their blood upon the land

The little snake could see no more

But if she could, she'd understand.

The net is twitching
It is full of hearts and pointing thumbs
It is full of stars

I want to fly up into the sky
But first I must let go of the net
O it is difficult

I let go
My net is empty
But I still see the stars
Reflected in the surface of the water
They were never in my net

I look up at the real stars
So much brighter than their reflections
And for the first time
I am free

The net only held me

What would we create if we didn't
Care how others saw our art?
Would we write the exact same poems
Were we not collecting hearts?
Sometimes I really wonder
Whether what I say would be more true
If what I wrote were just for me
And not to share with all of you

We know when we are being watched
And it makes us act different
Instead of simply doing, being
Now we try to represent
This goes not just for humans
But for subatomic particles
I read about it in some kind of
Scientific article

How many eyes are watching me
And altering the way I act?
I hide in a cube in 3D
Somewhere it is a tesseract
Sometimes it's much more fun
To think about this process in reverse
I stare into the starlit sky
And rearrange the Universe