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1. I have no patience for a political party that supports a broken system that prioritizes corporations and billionaires over regular voters. Their basis for doing so is the tacit acceptance that a regimen of lawsuits - feeding legions of lawyers ... is acceptable to be employed by intermediaries in our government as a way of forcing change in legislation. This , in turn, is based again, on the incorrect and false premise that the intermediaries - are in fact necessary to amass large amounts of money during electoral cycles and are necessary. 2. I am disabused of the illusion that Washington is now a place where men go to represent their respective people. I see all too clearly that Washington DC has now (thanks to the money provided by lobbyism) become a sort of twisted university system in which party affiliation means little (most lobbyists hedge their bets as to which party will be in power and so constantly reach across the aisle to recruit the opposite party faction) ... and ...

Sprawling on the fringes of the city In geometric order An insulated border In between the bright lights And the far unlit unknown Growing up it all seems so one-sided Opinions all provided The future pre-decided Detached and subdivided In the mass production zone Nowhere is the dreamer or the misfit so alone Drawn like moths we drift into the city The timeless old attraction Cruising for the action Lit up like a firefly Just to feel the living night Some will sell their dreams for small desires Or lose the race to rats Get caught in ticking traps And start to dream of somewhere To relax their restless flight Somewhere out of a memory of lighted streets on quiet nights... - Alex Lifeson

Many positive states of mind, such as ecstasy, are ethically neutral. Which is to say that it really matters what you think the feeling of ecstasy means. If you think it means that the Creator of the Universe is rewarding you for having purged your village of Christians, you are ISIS material. Other bearded young men go to Burning Man, find themselves surrounded by naked women in Day-Glo body paint, and experience a similar state of mind. - Sam Harris I happened across this author today and found that he's written a book called Waking Up - a guide to spirituality without religion. I think a central problem I've been trying to work on , in whatever spare time I have had in the last year or so - and having had a near death experience in January - is the fact that faith, and God - can touch lives other than my own and that there really is a benefit to the world to have some kind of institution or rule and guide for best practices that helps us all to become closer to God. I sh...

I noticed today that the blogsphere had grown cold. The friends I blogged with are gone, and in general - much of the writing done today seems to be one or two line - easily mine-able snippets of text traded back and forth on social media. In fact, I see much more of this writing than I ever did on the blogsphere... Someone might have taken two, three days to write a one page blog post - but the social media types are constantly going back and forth with three lines here, one line there ... etc. I am not sure if the blogsphere ever did leave. I think the circle of friends I used to blog with have changed, and no longer blog as avidly as they did before. I suppose part of the drive I felt to blog - had to do with feelings about my country during a time of war of convenience. I struggled, as an American - with the idea that my country was simply taking an opportunity to get involved in a conflict and send our soldiers into harms way for the weak justification of false intelligence an...

Building towns out of nowhere and churches that live with testimony You can't get what you want but you made the word of God breathe in the desert like a living rose and you were the medicine that became the medicine man Who met the lord. Looking out upon the face of a golden dream. Do you remember the stick game, Joseph? You were strong and bright. You were a mystic the melancholy passage of time could not dim Though in the end. It tried. When you were young you used magic stones to find treasure for farmers on their land I am not sure but I think you knew that each year there is a silent day the anniversary of your own death I think you could feel it I think you could feel alot of things You knew that one day The men will come with faces painted black Kids with guns come to end your life. An inside job. A requiem for a dream The Book of Abraham And a prayer of Breathing In the afterlife Do you see the Rosetta stone standin...

He has missed her in the forest while he showed her all the flowers and the branches sang the chorus as he climbed the scaly towers of a forest tree And she was somewhere being free. There's a man who sent a letter and he's waiting for reply He writes: Wish you were beside me. We can make it if we try. He has seen her at the office. With her name on all the papers. With the sharing of all the profits. He will find it hard to shake her from his memory. And she's so busy being free Now there's a lady in the city and she thinks she loves them all there's the one who's thinking of her and one who sometimes calls There's the ones who writes the letters with his facts and figures scrawled She has brought them to her senses they have laughed inside her laughter Now she rallies her defenses for she fears someone will ask her of eternity There's a jokester and a jester and a drummer and a dreamer and you know there ...

In my mind I hold a dream that keeps me going It was you. Again. I don't always dream of you. But when I do, it's a trip. You and I were in a hallway in a place that felt like royalty you were dressed in gold lame And I walked passed you slowly a long hall of many doors And as I passed you I turned to you and said. You are beautiful. I took a few steps more. I said. You know this is true. Because I said it to you.

Perhaps the things we do in life do not add to much Certainly we try to make it all pay We try to be true to our calling remember our calling is true But we change the world changes even the universe changes slowly You've changed. I've changed. slowly I've decided. To grow out my hair. This does not count for much. I've decided. To play a game obsessively. Sometimes until I pass out. People will not be impressed. I've decided. Even though last night. I threw up when I awoke. The taste of acid was rough. My stomach felt better without its contents. I'm tired of being a blimp. Again, this doesn't count for much. Fat Americans are not something unknown. Sadly. The angel descends to your dresser and knocks over the blessed virgin so you know to obey your mother And still you don't. My car is wrecked. My life resembles broken glass and splinters I cling to the supercell of dark hope and driving rain and ...

I remember doing bong hits on the hill overlooking the factory behind the golf course or maybe it was acid Maybe nothing at all. I was sixteen. It was a quiet night The stars were out The running lights of the machines lit the sky sodium arc lamp and washed the hillside with an offshade orange Everything looked perfect from far away Industry, and the night shift helped everyone to get where they were going within a socio-technical system of poetry Helped along. By Google and Wikipedia. Unborn. I guess I was wondering what it was like to work Being that I was stoned. I wondered if it was better than what I was doing above the loam I guess now I can imagine Jennifer Government Barcode beneath her eye Mine. Do Not Revive. Across the Heart. For How much could I sell my entire life? How much you did you get for yours? I made it home Cutting Donuts across the Putting Green In a beat up car Through seven shades of teenage gray And the sodiu...

It suppresses appetite acting as a mild stimulant The smoke rises in curls and helps me to ask. Where is my mind? But mostly. As Woody Allen said. Because I look so incredibly cool. Let's get off our white asses. Or whatever color you ride. Let's do something worth doing.

He answers for her. He takes her calls. He decides what she will do. What she will say. Where she will go on vacation. She is the father of his child. He takes a photograph of them all. He puts it on his social media. This is who he believes. He is. She keeps her back against the wall. One day. Before her. He will stop and wonder. Maybe. His child will have grown old. Maybe. He didn't notice. Until it was too late. The day he realized; his children no longer want to go to Disney World. Maybe he will come up with a cheap substitute. Senses working overtime. But all too late. He will get old. His cock probably will not work. Someone will try to sell him a pill. He won't buy it. And slowly, dumbfounded. He will walk toward the woods. Not the desert. And he will face the beast with so many arms. That he avoided for so many years It will find him . He will name it Mr. Dark. Because. He will feel its hot breath and burning eyes It w...

The Drums of War are beating low The Giants Lumber across the battlefield set your traps Witches cast their dark spell summoning with black magic the undead Black men just broken out of prison (they've still got their handcuffs on) riding wild hogs Archers, Lads. Will come to breach our walls Knock out our security cameras Take our Gold. Smack up our Elixir. Open the Castle. And send in the Dragon. And when they cross the rubicon. It will be death they find. Enemy, mine.

I am Temporal Converging on this space Then dissipating. My Heart Drives me onward You are Place. Fragile. I press myself to your chest Your tiny heart Beating like the wings of a bird Lower. You taste like a peach And I hear the Mermaids sing each to each And Now We Are Free And all I see Is something I want. to Kill. I catch The unnumbered sparks that fly upward And hold them in my hand like fireflies Until their light fades and their bodies still. Their souls like the wings of a bird escape this world Moving upward And Chaos And Erebus Into the dark winged night I say goodbye. to Father. I say goodbye. to home. I say goodbye. To loveless hope. And hopeless love. I hold onto you still. In my dreams. Fleeting. Haunted For you are Living through me. Like an avenging angel that turns itself into a sun You whisper light and warm The unending cold of space which calls me And then falls away into a circle...

I didn't mean to hurt You I didn't mean to harm Anyone I only wanted to stop Thought Cogito Ergo Avatar. Live through your eyes Feel through your skin Taste with your mouth Touch with your hand Bite with your fangs A dark form sits beside me now The dude abides The sound of the short shallow breath of prey. Dialing. 911.

It's funny but I'm not entirely sure A lifetime of preparing for you Has left me cold and unable to know if you are open if you are soul I'm certain love goes on But you in this prison we call home somewhere along the way Can give up You can just get tired or maybe the coffee wears off And shrug And say I'm not going to play and walk off I think Our minds. Get tired. Sometimes. Being in a body. That hurts. And living in a life. That does not accomplish much. I think. We dream solutions. And wake to do them. But the spirit. Willing. Flesh. Weak. Push us back against the wave make us lay upon the beach And slowly dissolve racing against gulls and smashing the castles against the shore Do you cry for the lost buildings? Do you fear for the next turning? Of tide. And time. That wait. For you. And. Me.

It is alright to learn that you are still attracted to someone who isn't part of your life or can't be the one If for some reason they chose a different Geography or path of life it's because They chose a circle of friends and places not your own You can still love them. Part of them still lives on. Always

First, be there when the ideas come and listen Then, be there when the ideas go and write them Finally, be there when the people come and read them And listen

I know that I should stop but I can't I touch and click and bite and hold and breathe and blow and feelings move through me Like Smoke and Mirrors I have a pile of things that I have collected all around me I am proud of them and in some way I use them to tell you things. For example, I am not bankrupt That could be useful mating information I am broken and a bit torn and when I stop eating things that had a face or a mother I feel it a sort of withdrawal A hunger to eat And not just eat but consume and destroy Black like the open road

I love you not the idea of you nor the nervous moment But you. I will always love you. Not because I once loved you. Or because I need you. But because the world needs you. The universe. Is not complete without you. You are the weaver of space and time and flesh and bone and the dark letter that strikes upon the readable page absorbs all light and reflects nothing I do not question my love for you or how it grows but I know there are moments and this is the moment Where I speak my heart to you. Alone. And you are, I guess. Afraid? No. It's been far too long and far too many words. But somehow. With each new love letter. Even the bad ones.. I find a way to know. That I love you. I would likely love your children, too. If I knew them. And maybe. Even your husband. But in a different way.

Love can come in many different forms some more powerful others less And if you're frightened you can be frightened Yes. You can be afraid to see and hear an old friend Their actual presence and place You can be afraid of loving creation kneeling before time and space There is a terror to knowing a person can be the one for you And a cold, bright shock that forever can only bring you to the truth with a capital TNT Love plays upon us all in so many different ways It can give you wings bring you to your knee So why be afraid of love? It's just a feeling. Right? Wrong. Love is a weapon that will dwell in your energy lock onto your scent It will tear you out of the world and deliver your essence to a person or persons And life itself is born again from the torn remnant of your own limits Scarring trees with images of hearts and names and addition We join in a playground where you plus me equals eternity I am afraid of being t...

There is a rock next to a sea Each day the ocean destroys it There is a beach at the shore And when you grow up You will be there Scattered Your Demons Defeated And all the non believers shattered next to the plans they have made And there is a rock still there Black And strangely cool to the touch Throw me a bone here into the sky Let it fall back down to me as a spacecraft For I am damned and an image upon your skin And sometimes I get the feeling that it will all wash away And then the sharks return and I climb to dry land And kiss the ground my flippers turn to hands And I love you with all my heart their misery and hate will kill us all except for the little circle of flesh within me that I transform Into a beating heart that still beats For you Alone Just a fragment left of you now but it's a hologram Thank you Karl Pribram

Let's skip for a moment the question of children.. Did Jesus ever marry? Did he ever kiss? Could he have known heaven? Could he have tasted bliss. Yes.

Ok, fine. I get it. There is a such a thing as catholic guilt. Sure, I understand. You can write a song about someone that you can't even say the name of. I feel you in my bones. I feel you in my bones. I need you to know. We are not perfect, you and I I want to be better I try to find the weak spots and hack them away I want everyone around me to be better I try to find their weak spots and play with them all day It makes me a passive aggressive asshole A creep A person you do not want to know Maybe But it might make me someone who can love Someone whose head is in the stars and heart is in the world The truth is you don't need me to protect you You don't need me for nearly anything But I am here If at least in an image Because I feel you in my bones And I'm strong enough and ready for A change in my life that includes you And your heart And that means smiling at the things that drive us apart It means not being a passi...

The Feast of the Tabernacle is eight days long Jesus has traveled to Jerusalem He lets the morning come in his favorite half light He speaks in Parables and the die is cast Is this the man they are trying to kill ask the crowd Is this the Christ? Yes. And the Church responds. A prophet does not come. From Galilee. I am going away. And where I go. You cannot come. The crowd knows that in that moment they, the Jews will have defeated Rome Their lives will be free and the Holy City once choked with blood will at last become streets of a gold The crowd dreams of heaven on earth their favorite innocence their favorite lie And there are those who wait to be told he is the Christ There are those who wait for him to arrive riding on donkey To the Sanhedrin To Caiphas We let the fire down soon And like Kitty Genovese They will look out of their windows And say to themselves Better its him and not me Nine Inch Nails will be driven int...

Travelling 43 billion years plus 7 past the speed of sound you arc across heaven The slave goes away David Brockie. But there was only room enough for one And even as your carcass peels life into food for worms You are across the universe bending time Across dark rivers of blood you are sprayed into the audience and the dream of peeling skin and torn flesh Monsters that eat celebrities and nails to the cross Fades into the night and you're nearly with us forever Our mud ball planet is now minus one plus Gwar We say goodbye and it's a clear day Your mother cries tears of glass but your father stands here in a network of networks and chaos And all we see or seem is but a dream flowing by our own blood and papier mache that stopped your heart Sitting in your chair You played chess and lost Singing songs of the town

The clouds move in and we can barely see The mist wraps around us like a cat curling around a shaft of light on a warm summer's day in sleep Waiting to pounce upon us and fill our lungs The mask falls from the ceiling and the lights flash in the aisle And I know where to go I know I am falling for you

A personality trait that is really hard to get rid of - is passive aggressiveness. It is one of those aspects of character that will interfere with relationships, and send most of the real intimacy and connection you have with someone - into a colder place. For me, passive aggressive behavior is a form of defense. I will usually slip into passive aggressive when I feel attacked, but on a level where the action to defend myself has to be sublimated. Case in point - when I was a teenager, I used passive aggressive behavior to survive my parents. One of the places where we all had to lay down our weapons was the dinner table - and so I lapsed into a kind of non-talkative - noncommittal state where I would share as little of my day as I possibly could. I suppose your parents always love you - but when you're a teenager - you really want to go your own way. It's a shame, really - because one of the best memories I had of my childhood was breakfast conversation overheard at ...

When the morphine came there was a catholic moment when I thought I should refuse I closed my eyes and visualized myself without it and decided it better that this medicine is used It helped. But not enough. The doctors had to do it again. And still . There was that moment of guilt. That single flinching instant where I have seen life as a game and points collected for purity No drink Drugs Mastery of self All at once swept away in a single decision At night, later in my hospital bed I did not dare to dream nor even sleep for fear the pain returned And when they asked me if I needed morphine I finally broke down that wall between me and all of the things that were designed for this specific moment and this specific use There was a moment of sickness very brief and then I felt At first, not necessarily free nor happy but focused As if I was not in dire pain and I began to see that this body that holds me can withstand much more than being...

In utero my mother ate cans of cherries So it goes Cherries are euphoria I waste nothing Sometimes, when I dream I dream in red I wake A length of decorative veil anchored to my sturdy bed A solid, cool feel in white sheets like whipped cream and hot cherry pie I want you. Tied. To my bed. My teeth. Your neck.

She does not hope She plans Life spins its web within her and by her and she enjoys the earthy feeling of sand the cold of water between her toes the salt air She throws a piece of bread into the sky watching the gulls swoop down and take it from her hand she laughs as they dance in the wind squawking birds won't quit Building castles Her black and white dog jumps at the chance to stick its dark nose into the sand It comes up a white dot echo of bozo She laughs and calls out Her voice carries downwind The dog makes a mad dash to her side and she is just as happy to let it run off again She is happy. They are happy. It is that one moment in life. Where everything makes sense. Because nothing makes sense. We paint with simple strokes Watercolors forgive She returns home And tunes her Cello to the memory that the tune matches place and sound - tuning to a hall should always be different than tuning to a chamber And Plays East of eden Draw...

I change. I'm not always the same. The tensions in me are similar to the ones in you I am pulled between evil and good. I grow I reach into new parts of my brain. The thoughts that collide and feelings that hide When I am honest with myself and you I dissolve The simple elements of my existence blur the lines between we two The darkness of life - escapes from inside It sees the thing it has become And it screams. I am become dust. I am the cat. All places are alike. Even now. And you. A husband. A child. Somewhere - The lamb lays down with the lion. A shepherd tends quietly to his flock. A job that slowly kills you beating time against the clock One life makes a difference to another. One heart. See how we are.