Blood in my saliva is my tribute
to the expired letters never sent
of soldiers in the ground—
Loyalists’ battles almost won
and Patriots’ battles almost lost.
The reason EMGs are so destructive, no matter how great the accomplishments, is because the person who is unaware of who she really is, sadly, is merely a shell of a person like an oyster that creates a pearl from an irritation inside itself. No matter how many layers of beautiful minerals that give it its shiny iridescence, it’s still a foreign object to itself at the core of itself. Perhaps Socrates was right: “The unexamined life is not worth living.”
“…or we can explain further
that story gives truth meaning
like Aesop’s fables
and Lewis’s Narnian Chronicles
or better yet
think of Christ’s agrarian parables
that strum the soul
on a spiritual level
with a celestial harp of gold
and hands of clay that bleed when cracked.”
Friends feed the inherent desire in every single one of us to be seen and heard and remembered. And that makes us feel immovable and immortal as if the universe itself came alive to witness a miracle. And nothing we say or do will ever be forgotten. (This hints at the foreshadowing of a personal relationship with the ultimate Being—immovable and immortal—who is closer to us than a brother and who created us to know Him and to be known by Him.) But what if this convivial concept of friendship escapes us?
Godspeed
if you’ve dropped your keys,
hat or hash pipe
into the “rabbit hole”
of delusive fantasy,
whirling and writhing down
an eternal abyss of insanity,
further and further away
from the drain of objective reality.
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Give me Narnia or
Give me the Wild Lands of the North.
Give me Aslan or
Give me the White Witch
and her black dwarfs.
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God: “Truth is self-love that sets you free and enables you to see your sin as an opportunity to talk with Me about why you sin so we can have conversations like this one and walk further down life’s path together. This is My heart. This is discipleship.”
Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
That’s how it goes
Everybody knows
Open your eyes.
See the bioluminescence,
ascending rhythmically
up,
up
from the abyss,
or God’s firework show
descending hazily
down,
down
in dancing waves of light,
the Holy Grail of sky watching,
the aurora borealis,
the northern lights.
The sin particle,
an element
before the elements
of the Periodic Table.
An irritation
to the core
that makes it unstable
like uranium or plutonium,
an existential explosion
with the biblical force
of 100 Noachian floods
unlike the God particle
of infinite glory
that pre-existed the lies
that traumatize
the innocent child
at the beginning
of every story.