Most days her face is a reminder of all my open wounds;
I can see them trying to heal, but her voice picks at the scabs trying to form.
I always intend to speak softly like a clear sky,
but I summon the fires of hell at the first hint of criticism.
I toggle between unconditional love and mass destruction.
I question the intentions behind her dark brown eyes; she moves people like pawns without ever touching the pieces.
Almost two years ago I wrote about how he told me
that we always had to question ourselves,
Almost two years later I read about the works of
Descartes, Aristotle, and other influential philosophers,
I begin to question all I know,
from whether the finger I write with writes what I or what it wants,
I’m skeptical of whether I am;
If I am, why? Why me?
I also realise how irrelevant it is
for me to worry about feelings and love and pain,
Almost two years ago I wrote daily
about myself as an object with experience
Now I write with skepticism
What’s the point anyways?
I hope you understand
Why I do not believe in you.
From the evidence at hand;
The many things you choose not to do.
I’d vilify a human friend
Who told me like you did
Of how you were watching
Then ran away and hid.
Children keep dying
The poor and the weak too
And you still seem to find
No cause to see them through;
To put clothes on the backs
Of those who are in need.
Nor do you strike down
Those who worship greed.
Your followers tell lies
And expect us to believe
And demand we ignore
Those who suffer and grieve
If they are different
From those in power.
Their speeches all the same
It’s never our hour.
It’s always time for tithes
The bribes they demand
But paying back so seldom
Is ever quite at hand.
It’s always time for us to
Have sympathy and charity
But not for the rich and strong.
Where is the parity?
So, if you create everything
And see the falling sparrow
Why are you deaf so often
Your vision so damn narrow?
It’s been thousands of years
Since your supposed first night.
When will you fix things
And set your world aright?
Could it be, as I always say
That you really don’t exist?
I see no reason to believe,
Thus I must insist;
There cannot be a loving god
Unless he is one of many.
Either way, I fail to see
The proof that we have any.
There are people to miss, we've seen so much.
It's all behind us now.
Everything. A memory.
A branding of chemicals in our cerebrum.
Every millisecond of our so-called existence.
Every heart beat.
It's but a principal of physics.
Maybe nothing more than that?
It's all just it our heads.
We're all just in our heads.
Our heads are in our heads.
Our heads are a myth.
Everything made up by our heads is a myth.
But what we refer to as,
The big vaccuum.
When passion burns out,
it buries love in fire;
turns it to ashes.
Love's no mystic spell;
no witchcraft or voodoo, just
No magic, no fate;
nothing occult behind love,
just unknown science.
The gypsy will read
the tarot, show "The Lovers"
card. The deck is rigged.
Is anything real anymore,
except all these whores?
I can't help but be skeptical,
it seems like everything is mythological.
Does anyone know how to feel,
or am I an apple in an orange's peel?
All the talk of this and that,
but none of it is matter-of-fact.
Is this the truth I'm seeing now,
or have I been tricked again somehow?
It seems like we're a new race,
it's different to talk face to face.
What has technology done,
look at what we have become.
All we know are our phones,
it's time to create some new tones.
We need to change,
things shouldn't be this way.
Is anything real anymore,
except all these whores?
I cant help but be skeptical,
it seems everything is mythological.
As I age,
I am losing interest in Religion.
The primary focus of Religion
Is to restrain human sexuality.
"Don't grab her ass!"
And Ecological Sustainability
Are far behind this Obsession
With Sexual Propriety.
Some people even say
That the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
And Mahatma Gandhi
Were nothing more than Philandering Perverts.
If you're feeling angry or anxious,
What is the best thing to focus on?
Sex, of course!
You can't remain stuck in your Anger or Anxiety
And focus on some "Hot Thing",
As Prince described
If Sexual Liberation leads to LESS Violence,
Why are so many Religions
Puritanical in their attitudes towards Sex?
The Monotheistic Religions
Trace their origins
In "Divine Revelation",
All the Prophets were,
What we would now describe
As "mentally ill"
And those who "worshiped the golden calf"......
Were actually the embodiment
Of the direction we need to go in
If we're gonna' survive.
Religious Sectarian Wars,
Especially among Muslims
Are normal and common,
And people who are not "believers"
Profit by exploiting this religious fervor
And using it
To divide and conquer.
Is BELIEF really such a good thing?
Would the Believers be exploited less
If they were SKEPTICS
Rather than believers?
What the fuck is so inspirational about a bible?
Have you actually even read it?
According to the NEW testament, if a man rapes a virgin woman, he must pay her father 50 shekels, and then they must marry and may never divorce, for he had violated her.
How the fuck is that inspirational?
What fucked up your brain so much as to think that is inspirational?
Are you a sadist or something?
it's been a long trip since innocence
the distant city of joy
where my tongue believed in candyfloss
my footsteps in lyrics
sugar coated moments wrapped in colorful layers of truth
so many layers of truth
I since took a degree in doubt
they taught me how to earn a living
feeding fear to babies
selling carrots to dinosaurs
how all immortal things
are shiny posters on double-decker buses
running over bridges at night
fantasies are clinging to minds
like fluff to a sticky tape
when church bells ring till death do us part
I sigh, lift my pint and cheer:
another graduating photo.