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David Lowry Jul 2010
"Don't drink that coffee," my friend shouted at me,
    "That caffeine will **** you!"
    he said impatiently!

Drinking water is bad for your health,
    the feds put fluorine in it
    to **** you by stealth."

Paternally he whispered,

"Whatever you do, don't drink cows' milk.
    the sucklings its made for
    aren't close to our ilk.

The consumption of pigs and animals that ****,
    most certainly will keep you
    from obtaining sweet bliss.

And stay away from creatures that swim in the sea,
    their svelte tasty bodies are filled
    with deadly mercury."

And then he looked aghast at my plate,

"Tell me you're not eating that excrement," he sighed,
    "Do you really want to die...
     from eating french fries?

Don't you know that fried things are the scourge of the planet,
    cooked in hydrogenated fats by
    some woman named Janet?

Avoid eggs, if you can, and by no means eat the yolks,
    your cholesterol will rise,
    that's no funny joke."

Then, with a scowl in his voice he said,

"Avoid plants grown in this country,
    sprayed with pesticides and poisons
    by corporate monkeys.

And stay away from foods grown in the East,
    they're probably fertilized by
    humans, dragons and beasts.

Potatoes, tomatoes have starch and acid,
    that eats up your guts and
    make you grow flaccid.

Lemons and limes will ruin your pretty white teeth,
    making you go snaggle
    right in your sleep."

With a superior air he ended his harangue,

"Beer, wine, and all forms of liquor,
    Can you think of anything that
    will **** you quicker?

Don't eat rich chocolate--it'll make you a ****,
    ******* everything in sight
    like a mad deer in rut.

Cakes, breads and cookies too,
    contain sugars and flours that's
    sooooo baaaaad for you.

                           ~~~

I'm hungry and starving and don't know what to do,
    I want to eat something
    but afraid to give it a chew.

Though all of this leaves me feeling quite uneasy and queasy,
    I'm closing the door and
    doing as I pleasey!
David Lowry Jul 2010
I go to a church that's broken.
   One that's cracked to the core
   and had its comeuppance.

It beaten, battered and knocked to the floor.
   Some said,  "We may as well close the doors."
   "All the good is gone--we'll never be as we were before."

But God is good.
   Peace and people are slowly coming back.
   But not the same folks as when we were on-track.

Lives mired and full of sin,
   most have given up on them.
   Bruised, broken and knocked about,
   the ones who are clearly on the outs.

Now that the strong ones are on the run,
   all pretensions here are done.
   I'm glad I attend this outcast place,
   full of cast-offs from the human race.
  
God's triage comes from this salt of the earth.
   Something's finally getting done.
   We're seeing rebirth.
David Lowry Jul 2010
Imagine...

Loving her purely, completely and unconditionally,
   trusting that you will always do
   the right thing for her.

Listening to her heart,
   instead of her words,
   while she listens to yours.

Whispering words of love
  that find her heart
  as they should,

Having absolute trust in the power of  love,
   faith in the goodness  of all things and outcomes,
   no matter the circumstances.
David Lowry Jul 2010
If we do the things
     that make for war,
Let us not wonder
     why we have no peace.

If we criticize and judge
     the ones we love,
Let us not wonder
    why no one loves us unconditionally.

If we put ourselves
     first before others,
Let us not wonder
     why no one treats us as equals.

If we are defensive
     and always right,
Let us not wonder
     why no one listens to us.

If we know just what to do
     and always have good advice,
Let us not wonder
     why our cup is never filled.

If we spend our lives
     caught in mediocrity,
Let us not wonder
    why our lives feel so worthless.
David Lowry Jul 2010
Is she a ghost?

Walking amidst flowers,
her mind set upon the future and past,
never upon the exquisite bloom or fragrance.

Looking straight into my eyes,
she's not here.

Pondering the next thing she will say
or looking for opportunities to get away,
she overlooks the divine before her.

Her spirit, flying through the air
or driving down the road,
arrives but never remembers the trip.

Playing with children,
wishing the room was clean,

Making love,
thinking of someone else,

Her body is here
but she is not.

Wispy, ghostly, corporeal being,
fearing the end,
but why should she?

She was never here.

— The End —