on religion...

Do Alien have souls? what religion would they be? you think they'd pick one when they get here? or, would they try to convert us to theirs? i mean.. they DID come here from far away.. they probably know something WE dont... they COULD be right about spirituality and the universe and all that stuff we sometimes pay too much attention to... would they laugh or respect ours? aliens... please speak up...

NOT that you're lying...

Not that you're lying, but someone else could be stating a fact that you havent been aware of or have not, validly, acknowledge.

when it comes to my own stupidity...

when it comes to my own stupidity: a) i am aware of it. b) i embrace it. c) i constantly make fun of it. d) I try not to conform to it by learning to be not as stupid as i know i am.

second chances.

mistakes happen. corrections require the opportunity.

an object's life.

when an object exists, not much value is given to it when it's just an object. it is loved dearly for its nostalgic value; what it has seen thru the years. OH how lovely words it would say if it could talk and tell the history its owner lived as if it were only yesterday. when it is new, it is excited and valued for its novelty. that clean smell; that innocence it has before its involvement in the owner's life. what great future it has to look forward to as it accompanies its possessor towards undiscovered roads. how much it will mean to survive along with its owner. and when it is old, what stories it will tell that will begin always when the object was brand new... but all along the between, before it is old, after it has been new... well... it is, after all... only an object.

raise your hands

anyone who thinks they're the exception to the rule, please raise your hands..

i read your diary...

because i forget things about you i care about, but i'm sure would annoy you i i re-ask for the 5th time.

FUN with words!

painT
dieT
loOK
RE-ad
dEATh
sEX

SONG

on the border, i yelled...

DONT HOP THE FENCE! IT'S A CAGE IN HERE!

NOTHING

long days...

Days that  i'm grateful for So often being wrong...

re-discover, re-un-cover, re-find, re-look, re-search, re-learn, re-doubt...

and nothing was for granted. 

t'was never a home...

our palace was 200 houses with walls but no floors.

on the bus...

he told me his birthdate the very day after it had happened, knowing i'd hug him extra hard for the guilt of forgetting.,

meh-

political correctness

i still have a hard time remembering

that your quietness is not silence.

that you say so much, but i havent been paying attention.

that i need to sink in order to rise.

that i need to come down in order to grow.

that i'm the one throwing rocks while you focus on the ripples. 

after years

we didnt live there anymore, but things lived on.



and a bit of hello to the politically homeless who starve the giant.

thought of accidents.

Accidents are simply different directions to keep moving forward. 

...whatever you think i am, i probably already arent.

a note to guests...

when the windows broke,
the roofing fell
and the beams bled...

the doors were still open.

CLEAN with art

...

i dont want to complain about what i dont know.

did anyone ever...

asked christ if he felt like a sinner?
i dont know if i know i can guess what his answer could have been... huh...
oh, well...
i'm sure he would have smiled...