I dreamed I fought Buddah
Again. The fat ******* was a
Slippery one, but not as
Heavy as you'd think.

He laughed with every punch
I landed. So disarming, it
Bordered on cheating.
When he finally tapped out,

I lost. I crossed swords with
Christ some nights ago.
A testament to surrender.
Flat slaps against a thousand

Cheeks, I guess crosses and books
Of poetry -alike- are made from
Wood. I'm the son of a carpenter
Too, I yelled. But it was Mary who

Had a little lamb. I formed a spear
With my hand and drank the
Water it revealed; thirsty as sand.
Like fighting a holy ghost. Air.

I punched at unbreakable mirrors.
I gave up faiths I never had.
Then Odin came up from behind.
Took out my left eye and prepared

To render Blood Eagle, dagger in
Hand, coil of Man; as mortal as any.
We whispered in unison: Finally
A fight worth ending.

Nothing is
Holier
Than
Flesh.

The heart is a muscle designed to pump blood through your veins to your arteries
It is asymmetrical, perhaps a little revolting
It is nothing more
It is nothing less

The brain is an ***** designed to allow us to create experiences, experience things
Experience a chemical imbalance and you may feel like you're crazy but the thing that's really insane is that
You don't feel with your heart
You feel with your brain

But part of me is hesitant to believe that who we are is simply a sum of the head
And I believe the answer may lie somewhere between the heart and the brain
It calls itself the soul