take creativity
brain matter,
find that somewhere
put it in the bowl

take bone
pain
sweat
blood and
tears
and place it in the bowl

take your hopes
and your dreams
and put them in the bowl

work towards nothing
your whole life wasted
take the hours you spent
put them in the bowl

sell your soul
if you have to
put the earnings
in the bowl

burn a library
a house
a puppet show
put the ashes in the bowl

blend until smooth, with water
or rough
or non-existent
or interdimensional

stare at your creation
and cry as it screams
begs
for it to end.
you're looking at yourself.

A busway stops at a certain station
People come through
Then walk off
And the cycle repeats itself
Its the same bus .
Just different people
various stories and lives
I long to know
But will never be able to

The bright death of a star
lights the black night from afar.

Astrologers walk from east to west
and follow the nova’s fiery arc.
The burst of white in heavens’ dark chest
gives sign of a birth, love’s new spark.

They walk on through sandy shards of this earth,
past broken glass of our days
to find the one whose heralded birth
gives hope that our world is reglazed.

Held in their hands are gifts replete
that tell what the child will become:
Gold for a king, sweet incense for a priest,
for a healer, myrrh that will scent his tomb.

And the lodestar that died
signals the birth of a child
whose death and rebirth
lit a new star on this earth.

Selah.

Each year I watch them travel in a snow globe
that hangs upon my Yuletide fir tree,
a glowing glass sphere where waters flow
’round these Magi walking magically free.

What if we're living inside the brain of God. And just like every war is a war within yourself. God is at war with himself. But God is ultimately good. And all the attributes we as a human species have jealously, selfishness, sadness, regret, happiness, joy, LOVE are all the attributes our God has and we are going through these emotions together all tied as one. You are looking for peace. Which means God isn't at peace. And just like a thought inside your brain is transferring one piece of information through light from one point to the next, we are the light transferring information.

Should I be proud of myself, having a triumph in my life, eagerly tossing and standing straight for a toast in the crowd even if it means to lose you?

It'll be a great disaster, a fiasco.

This life accused me.
I didn’t answer,
Because under my skin;
I found Anima Mundi.