Friday, November 20, 2009
An Atheist Meets God
What's even funnier about this is that it got more than 33,000 comments on You Tube!
Saturday, November 14, 2009
How soft the pillow
how comforting from the evils of the world.
This is my womb, cut off from the harsh criticism of peers,
my feet dug into the sand for the long rest.
But you wouldn’t let me rest.
You’d haunt me for the rest of my life. From one angle,
you are light and laughter. From another,
you are demonic insecurity.
How can I rest in peace without lying to myself?
I will scratch your back,
I will mark your papers,
I will clean your nails, but don’t rip my flesh with your sarcasm.
Please don’t interrupt my fantasy. When I sleep,
when I dream of all things good,
please let me dream.
From one angle, you are my teacher,
you are the teacher
of hundreds of hungry seekers. You’ve let many down,
but I sleep now, to dream, to forget,
to invent safety for my dreams.
You were larger than life for me,
a voice in the clouds, I strained
my neck to love you, you strangled me
with your closed-off love. I suffocated
under the weight of your unspoken dreams.
I cried silently, mostly while asleep,
for my self. I am silent today.
I make others cry for me.
I taunt, tease, rip their flesh
as you ripped mine. I feel my pain
when they cry. Tonight,
I’ll sleep and I’ll never forget,
like the elephant, I’ll never forget
the comfort of my dreams, my dreams
keep me dreaming, you
may have created the wind
with which my fire struggles to stay lit,
but I can close my eyes and
experience Nirvana.
(Image: Ashes and Snow)
This is my womb, cut off from the harsh criticism of peers,
my feet dug into the sand for the long rest.
But you wouldn’t let me rest.
You’d haunt me for the rest of my life. From one angle,
you are light and laughter. From another,
you are demonic insecurity.
How can I rest in peace without lying to myself?
I will scratch your back,
I will mark your papers,
I will clean your nails, but don’t rip my flesh with your sarcasm.
Please don’t interrupt my fantasy. When I sleep,
when I dream of all things good,
please let me dream.
From one angle, you are my teacher,
you are the teacher
of hundreds of hungry seekers. You’ve let many down,
but I sleep now, to dream, to forget,
to invent safety for my dreams.
You were larger than life for me,
a voice in the clouds, I strained
my neck to love you, you strangled me
with your closed-off love. I suffocated
under the weight of your unspoken dreams.
I cried silently, mostly while asleep,
for my self. I am silent today.
I make others cry for me.
I taunt, tease, rip their flesh
as you ripped mine. I feel my pain
when they cry. Tonight,
I’ll sleep and I’ll never forget,
like the elephant, I’ll never forget
the comfort of my dreams, my dreams
keep me dreaming, you
may have created the wind
with which my fire struggles to stay lit,
but I can close my eyes and
experience Nirvana.
(Image: Ashes and Snow)
Friday, November 13, 2009
Sarah Palin's Campaign Slogan
If y'all were dumb enough to vote for George Bush -- twice -- yer dumb enought to vote for me -- at least once.
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