#badness
Even the most devout Christians
accept that Jesus was a guy
guys get ***** as do gals.
Yes, all of us have a creator in us
starlight
life-creating energy
poetry
and prose.
Maybe Jesus didn’t have the kind of darkness in him
that we have
the kind of drag
of pride and self-centeredness
that I have,
but by God!
he was faced with the same choices
between fidelity and desire
between horniness and selfless love.
Yep I fail in ways he did not
but he failed to get rid of lust just like I do
he failed to avoid selfish desires.
Of course, I act on them
and ***** up in ways he did not.
But do you think he didn’t feel ******* up at times?
Of course he did.
All of this humanity
is what makes me like him.
Jesus was a guy.
That he was more
is what makes me love him.
Mar 3, 2022
Mar 3, 2022 at 10:23 AM UTC
There is an imprint of a frog on my back
From a poem by Mary Oliver.
It is sticky sweat oozing down my spine,
Leaking into the small of my back
Screaming, "You do not have to be good."
My own skin whispers back,
"But don't I?" and sears the grime.
I don't know what to do with my own badness.
Punishment for my "sins" seems necessary,
But so does radical acceptance.
All I can do is close my eyes,
Hoping for a better tomorrow where
My brain requires less dopamine
And more compassion.
Slowly I will rise from the grave I dig once a night.
I will claw my way out by my fingers
And into the light.
Shame that no one will be near
To see the resurrection.
May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 1:03 PM UTC
The winds of ******
The waves of death
High--tide flow and blow evil.
Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 3:26 AM UTC
My heart has been broken for too long now.
It seems like an eternity of all now.
Nothing's the same and everythings gone.
But as much as I want this to end somethings wrong.
The brokenness just doesn't feel like normal heartbreak.
Though I know I can never make up for your mistake.
So I'm just stuck
For ever
Wondering how.
It makes my
Feel so
D
o
w
n
.
Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 4:09 PM UTC
I confuse people
And I filter things
I breathe in
The silver dust of clouds
And breathe out
Golden rays of sun
I take in myself
The bad words and
Negative
Thoughts
And out of my mouth
I spill the poems
Of the Earth
And the songs of peace
Nobody understands
How I work
How I filter
Everything
Into a daydream
But
Years pass, and
Filters get *****
Nobody understands
That
I keep everything
In myself
Nothing lasts forever
More time had passed
Before I
Was ready to be thrown
Away
I took my
Final breath
Held it in
And as I was looking in the sky
I breathed out
And watched all the
Black, negative energy
Pollute the
Dying sky
Jun 23, 2017
Jun 23, 2017 at 5:29 PM UTC