An American Mantra
Love is for Doves.
Look.
Power makes others cower.
Greed is what you need.
More Money for your Honey,
more toys for your boyz,
a big dinner for the winner,
shota rummy for your tummy,
line up [...]
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An American Mantra – A Poem
Posted in Reality, belief, compassion, love, meditation, musings, poems, poetry, relationship, relationships, religion, sacred, seeking, spirituality, values, tagged belief, compassion, love, meditation, musings, poems, poetry, Reality, relationship, relationships, religion, sacred, seeking, self-help, spirituality, values on September 11, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Goin’ For a Swim – a Poem
Posted in God, Reality, belief, death, love, meditation, musings, mysticism, poems, poetry, relationship, relationships, sacred, seeking, self-help, spiritual instruction, spiritual teaching, spirituality, values, tagged belief, death, God, love, meditation, musings, mysticism, poems, poetry, Reality, relationship, relationships, sacred, seeking, self-help, spiritual instruction, spiritual teaching, spirituality, values on July 18, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Goin’ For a Swim
Left brain, right brain, God brain, no brain
in the light or dark, or maybe rain.
Singin’, Oh, Glory, gotta tell the story,
runnin’ from the place with all the pain.
Saint or sinner, dancin’ for your dinner
tryin’ to pretend it’s all a game,
while worryin’ ’bout the score and
sayin’ you don’t mind, but
watchin’ your [...]
Not Love – a Poem
Posted in Reality, belief, compassion, love, meditation, musings, poems, poetry, relationship, relationships, seeking, self-help, spirituality, values, tagged belief, compassion, love, meditation, musings, poems, poetry, Reality, relationship, relationships, seeking, self-help, spirituality, values on July 16, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Not Love
It’s not love when I’m afraid, when
I know from many times that
you’ll say
those things with
that expression.
I want you and
already my gut knots, knowing
whatever happens will
hurt.
You don’t do tenderness, not in sex.
Understanding’s not where you
come from.
You wear black robes even when
you’re naked.
I have trouble keeping it up in enemy
territory, waiting for your knives to
cut [...]
