An (Un)Healthy Appetite

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Here I stand,
Wondering when
My conscience went on vacation.
Oh, there it is!

Showing up a little late.
Why do I have
Such a disconnect
Between what I feel,

And what I believe?
Perhaps it is because
I am deluded in thinking
I can defy God,

But not reap
The ugly consequences.
Love, not lust,
Is what makes the world go round,

Despite what the television
And the radio say.
God is in control,
But he does not force us

To love him.
He does not make us
Do the right thing.
We are free to get into

As much trouble
As we have an appetite for.
Freedom is scary sometimes,
But I would not have it any other way.

Easy

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Linger, crazy, tipping slowly.
Cringe callously, kooky. Keep
Sinking slowly. Languid help.
North is pointing upside down.

You frown so silently.
So funky. So sleepy.
Deeply, I feel you creeping
Up my leg, gracefully.

Angel tipping toward my home,
Come down to be with me.
Lips shine glossy, silky.
Legs long, capture my attention.

Cringing inside,
I know it’s all wrong.
I’m inside out, and falling daily.
My roots are where I need to go,

To find an answer for my soul.
God is waiting behind that door,
To bless my life with joy and peace.
It sounds so easy.

If Only

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Happy hello,
A gentle nudge.
Grasping for love
In the wispy air.

Echoes of loneliness
Throb through my body.
To be alone again
Terrifies my heart.

What if I make a mistake?
Something impulsive, perhaps?
Something desperate.
What if I cry out,

For something real,
Something true?
If only I could feel
Like I wasn’t alone.

I would like to bury
These insecure feelings,
But they dig their way out
Every time.

Can you meet me
Somewhere, discretely?
No, that would be wrong.
Let’s just be happy

With what we have.
Let’s just continue
To be lonely.
It is the right thing to do,

Though I ache down deep
For something to fill
These chasms in my soul.
If only…

Just You and Me

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Love streaks
Through the air,
Coming at me
Like a locomotive.

I feel your presence
Next to me.
The warmth of your breath
Calms my nerves.

I caress your face,
Your beautiful curves.
Your gentle embrace
Is my salvation.

Shall we go together
Down this road?
Shall we hold onto
The faith and hope

That strengthens us?
The love that guides us
Prepares a way
For our dance of ecstasy,

Come, my love,
Let us rendezvous
At the well of liberty.
I will be me,

And you will be you.
We will be free
To be exactly
Who we were meant to be.

Just you and me.

On Clouds

More sage wisdom from Anna Mosca. Thanks, Anna!

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I’m not knowledgeable

on climatic changes

the ways the winds go

on high or low pressure

I didn’t keep my head on books

but clouds these I know

teaching us

how to be in life

the best ones are

those moving fast

giving no resistance

to life happenings

they follow whatever

wind that comes

you see them glory

and soon happily gone

busy dancing

life out

no time to pout – others

grow dark  and sit dense

giving headaches

to everyone

they build resistance

to any life change

no escape

the heaviness

they create

will break on us all

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Soul in the Margins

Great poem. So honest and sincere. I can sense the longing and sadness, yet also contentment and peace. Great job!

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My soul is old as time itself
A thousand past lives or more
But this has never happened
Born in two worlds at once

Roots of damascene jasmine
Grow into eucalyptus leaves
A tree void of identity
A vine with no name

Nameless with no place
I’m a house with no land
I’m a mask with no face
Hovering in suspension

I have sailed the seas
Danced across the skies
The click clack of train tracks
Wanting a place to call home

But when I reached the West
They told me to go back home
So I traveled to the East
They asked me where I’m from

I am brown with skin of white
Belonging only on borders
Unable to return to the homeland
Foreign hands long for disposal

I’ll stand proud in the margins
With all those that are ‘other’
So let them blur the lines
and flood the…

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“Blessed Are You When…”

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I was raised in the church, so I was taught that heaven is a beautiful place we go to when we die, because of the sacrificial death on a cross and the resurrection of Jesus Christ, whom Christians consider to be God’s one and only son. This is what most Christians are taught when they are children by the Christian education program that we in the church call “Sunday School”.

Since then I have struggled with several issues related to this teaching. First of all, if heaven is a place, then where is it? Outer space? Another planet? Another solar system? Another universe? In the book of Matthew, in Chapters 5, 6 and 7, what is often referred to as the “Sermon on the Mount”, Jesus makes some very interesting points about suffering, spirituality, morality, and heaven. I think some conclusions can be drawn about heaven in particular in Matthew 5:2-12, also known as “the Beatitudes”.

Jesus uses the phrase, “Blessed are you when…”, followed by several scenarios of suffering, which are then followed by rewards. Jesus covers a large amount of territory in these 11 verses. Such topics are as follows: “the poor in spirit”, “those who mourn”, “the meek”, “those who hunger and thirst for righteousness”, “the merciful”, “the pure in heart”, “peacemakers”, “those who are persecuted for righteousness”, and finally, “when people insult you, persecute you and say all kinds of false things about you because of me”.

So, you might be saying, what are the rewards? Well, the rewards are not what most people spend their time dreaming about. Jesus does not promise a new car, a new house, an expensive vacation, or winning the lottery. Instead, as Jesus is known to do, he turns suffering on its head, and points out rewards that are directly related to each type of suffering. They are as follows: “the kingdom of heaven”, “comfort”, “the earth”, “being filled”, “being shown mercy”, “seeing God”, “being called children of God”, “the kingdom of heaven” (again) and, finally, “a great reward in heaven”. So, there it is, again and again: “heaven”.

So what is this “heaven” exactly? These days I am more inclined to believe that heaven is not just a place that good people go to when they die, like so many of us are taught. I think heaven is more than that. I think heaven could be described as “another dimension of reality.” Now, I’m not talking here about having our minds blown by LSD, marijuana or peyote. I’m talking about something much deeper, something that penetrates every day, every hour, every minute, every second of our lives. And not just for those who are considered by some as believers, either. Heaven is a state of being, a way of seeing, an experience that can be tapped into at anytime, in any place, by anybody.

The trick, though, if you want to call it that, is that heaven can only be experienced by those who do God’s will. Now, I do not believe that this is only a select population, nor do I believe that you have to refer to yourself as a Christian. I think God is bigger than our petty religions that we create, the churches, temples, mosques and synagogues that we build, and all the rules we try to follow as if God is the Cosmic Santa Claus, and we want to make sure that we are on his “Good List”, so we can get lots of presents on Christmas morning.

I think Jesus challenges us to take a higher path, a more difficult path, but a path that gives rewards that are greater than we can ask for or imagine. In Matthew 5:44-45, Jesus makes an especially radical challenge: “…love your enemies and pray for those that persecute you, that you may be children of your Father in heaven. He causes the sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous.” So, what is he getting at, here? Most of us, if we are honest, would admit that loving our enemies is something we cannot do, not without a lot of help, at least. And there it is. There is help, if you are willing to ask for it and accept it, no strings attached. Ask God to forgive you for all the ways that you fall short, every day, every hour, every minute, every second. Then, accept the life-changing, soul-freeing, everlasting love that God wants to give to each and every one of us. Perhaps, if we are willing, there is a “place” in heaven for every one of us.

Aborting Genius

True, so true. I took a few creative writing classes at FSU several years ago, and there is so much emphasis on following rules. Even my classmates were intolerant whenever I tried to do something different. Weird.

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"A Bit More Pressure Can be Good fro You" Painting by Alan Firmin From "Be Fearful of Mediocrity" at afirmin.com “A Bit More Pressure Can be Good for You”
Painting by Alan Firmin
From “Be Fearful of Mediocrity” at afirmin.com

exquisite raw feats of
sure genius
by uncommon autistic savants

serve to illustrate how much
pure genius
human intellect desperately wants

to unleash of potential
poor genius
starved by schools focused on the mundane

who will manage to damn well
cure genius
before it takes root in the brain

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Heartless

This is a great poem. Love the art work!

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"Conflicted" Painting by Bob Brown From bobbrown.com “Conflicted”
Painting by Bob Brown
From bobbrown.com

glad and sad
tenants in conflict
share one room
one bed in my
studio brain
each awake when
the other is not
they have nothing
in common this
smile and these tears
no words pass
between them
I’m glad for that
otherwise I
would go crazy from
combative conflict
transferred from
their mutual bigotry
foisting their
chauvinist insolence
into my too often
cut apart heart
never healthy
enough to hold
properly fully
one simple emotion
but two such as
these oppositional
sentiments duking
it out oh my God
they would burst
through old stitches
scarred seams
would split open
and I would be left
neither peacefully
glad nor depressingly
sad just a sorrowful
sack cold and heartless

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