Quiet flip on the metaphysical bed trip;
life of lies,
despised and prized
depending on your eyes.
Hearts and minds
out of tune
at war with a score
of demons, angels, and cold hard facts,
so warm,
so freeing,
so fleeting.
Words carved,
paradigms forced,
a child coerced
into unworthiness
and a need to blessed.
Now I'm stressed and unsuccessful
in the only world there is
under the impression
that every failure is my fault,
and every victory, His.
God of the church,
we pick and choose
from your sacred Word
what's good for body
and what's better left unused.
I believe in evolution.
I believe in the Noah
MYTH
as the dysfunctional product of an angry God who gets away with pith.
I believe in You,
don't hurt me,
thank you for my life.
Thank for repeatedly kicking my ass
until I turn my back
and sticking in a knife.
For God so loved the world
that he gave his only son
because he fucked up so bad the first time around
it had to be undone.
For God so loved the world
that he sentenced us to hell,
why blame us for the sins of the world
if He created us so well.
Jesus you are awesome.
I want to follow you...
and live a life of poverty
failing at everything I do.
Rise up and walk I say,
but the dead they do not rise,
be healed in Jesus' name I say,
but they think I'm crazy...
you can see it in their eyes.
This is because my faith is weak,
and the faith of the lost so weaker,
If only I could just be like...
well can you name another miracle working Kingdom seeker
in this day and age?
Perhaps the Holy Spirit has left us
and we're already past the end of days.