Holy Insecurity

No certainty. To the reliance of reflection I see. Thus, what of the transformation into an iron cross of discovery? Un-anchored spirits from forbidden doorways. Youthful were the vestiges I held to the light. Now they are only recollections of disappointed blasphemy. ≤ How true these reflections in me? How honest can the hues be? … Continue reading Holy Insecurity

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Tumbling out of Turmoil

Tumbling into the vast escape. What...indeed is the languid turmoil for? When staring up at the painted on ceiling for salacious hints... Less than many...have gone since. I have sat in the rooms of pretense and it's friendship with despair. No matter, the guttural response... I cannot produce the flair.

Bruised Impressions

Ran vagary over and over. As if, smitten by a nemesis of a four-leaf clover. There is no supremacy here, there or...anywhere. We all are diminished by the same bed of rock. No matter the choice. No matter the manner in which we leave a bruised impression. Each to their own. Put to rest by the … Continue reading Bruised Impressions

Randomly Selective Church Goer

I want to call them, the bobbing heads. Though, that does not seem right. Perhaps, it is in they way they crawl in on Saturday. Or, the manner, in which they pray on Sunday. One could search all theologies for a term. Yet, the 'randomly selective church' goer is the best...designation...I have heard. Always donning, … Continue reading Randomly Selective Church Goer

East of Eden

And this I believe: that the free, exploring mind of the individual human is the most valuable thing in the world. And this I would fight for: the freedom of the mind to take any direction it wishes, un-directed. And this I must fight against: any idea, religion, or government which limits or destroys the … Continue reading East of Eden