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
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
Posted in Christianity, God, Reality, belief, compassion, fundamentalism, fundamentalist Christianity, fundamentalist religion, is God real, love, meditation, musings, mysticism, parenting, religion, religious war, sacred, seeking, self-help, spiritual instruction, spiritual teaching, spirituality, values, tagged belief, Christianity, compassion, fundamentalism, fundamentalist Christianity, fundamentalist religion, God, is God real, love, meditation, musings, mysticism, parenting, Reality, religion, religious war, sacred, seeking, self-help, spiritual instruction, spiritual teaching, spirituality, values on July 12, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Ok, folks, this is God at the keyboard, and I have a few things to tell you.
More and more religions and ignorant people continue to make outrageous statements about me and what I want, so it is again time for me to set the record straight. I am using a set of hands happily [...]
Posted in Christianity, God, Reality, belief, compassion, fundamentalism, fundamentalist Christianity, fundamentalist religion, love, meditation, musings, parenting, relationship, religion, seeking, self-help, spiritual instruction, spiritual teaching, spirituality, values, tagged belief, compassion, fundamentalism, fundamentalist Christianity, fundamentalist religion, God, love, meditation, musings, parenting, Reality, relationship, religion, seeking, self-help, spiritual instruction, spiritual teaching, spirituality, values on June 23, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
My standard disclaimer applies.
“I envied … the thought of growing up in a world where someone cared so much about your happiness and so little about what you accomplished in life.”
~ Kelley Armstrong, in “Bitten“
Sometimes I’ll be reading a book and something will just jump out at me, like it’s written in glowing text. [...]