What is the night sky but an amount of empty space of which we can speak while never truly grasping? And if everything has a companion opposite, then is it not logical that an opposite of this dark infinite space exists as a vast universe of light? And how do we describe God if not… Continue reading God Doesn’t Remember
Rules are for people who need them, a better fate than to still deceive sins not of flesh but of spiritual longing, a bitter path only a god can conceive. I can assume you someway realize it’s too late for me now. In your coldest depths, you understand it’s too late for me now. Though… Continue reading The Invisible Way Out And In
Rain slices through the light. Lightning flashes in the night. Night falls on a single moment in the life I was, in who I was in the cold before. Before I found myself lying here. Before I found myself dead. Dead and unburied, my ashes spread nowhere, each grain carrying across the wind same dreams.… Continue reading The God Connection
I want to commit suicide. I want to die. I want to let go. But I can’t. Something won’t allow it. Never could. Something won’t let me. Never will. I won’t say it’s God as the Devil is said to prolong suffering. If I must continue when I wish it to end, how can I… Continue reading Breach
In passing, I told a lady that I love her smile and she said everyone says she looks mean. But I saw no mean of her, neither outside nor in; I only saw God. And when she insisted on hugging me a joyous, “Thank you,” I only felt God.
If God created everything, then God created that dragonfly. And since what we create we put ourselves into, then that dragonfly is God. And you are God. And as you talk of smashing that dragonfly, you are God threatening to smash Herself. I am God observing, wondering why I’m threatening to smash Myself. I am… Continue reading That Dragonfly
God is all around. The air, water, earth, trees, us. We're destroying God.
People see me far away, away from the crowd, and they think I’m alone and I think I’m alone because they do. This is untrue. I’m with the wind and trees, the ants and grass, playful birds, and the earth beneath my feet but not beneath me. This is my God.
Every morning I wake wishing to wake from the nightmare I cannot forsake. A loss for words for words of loss, blurring a line I cannot cross. A troubled mind, a troubled heart, a troubled lack that will not part. Stuck in wrong, wanting right, knowing not what rest is like. Losing ground, no ground… Continue reading String Cut Dive
Angel 1 - Hey, Larry. Angel 2 - Hey, Kev. Angel 1 - So I haven’t seen God around this morning, is He getting off to a late start after that Six Days of Creation Marathon? Angel 2 - No, He’s just resting. Angel 1 - Resting? Angel 2 - Yeah, resting. Angel 1 -… Continue reading Two Angels Walk Into A Juice Bar On The Morning Of The Seventh Day