Jesus in a Blender

Met Jesus in a blender
Urging me to kill
The blender hasn’t worked for years
The voices haunt me still

They chase me when I’m sleeping
They yell when I’m awake
Seems angrily they’re pleading
For my life to take

God’s angels now they whisper
Reminders of my strife
They beg of me to end it all
To end my tragic life

The whispers shake the silence
Their touch – an icy chill
Escaping from their presence
Makes them seem more real

Sanity left me stranded
Cold, confused, alone
And Jesus now is screaming
In such a hateful tone

How do I escape this Hell?
They tell me I must die
You tell me death is not the way
They tell me that you lie

Maybe I should listen
Perhaps they know what’s best
If I close my eyes in death tonight
I’ll finally get some rest

Lack of Communication

constant Lamentation for this
risky Operation in which
limited Visualization of
an Exception
hastens Segregation and
leads to Agitation and
unresolved Contemplation of
the Renovation in which
Innovation and
Fascination
with Isolation
turns Conversation into
Extinction as
Graduation from
our Revolution
steers any Association of
time with Compassion
toward Elimination and leads
to Temptation in which
the Internalization of
our Medication fails
yet requires no Elaboration

The Soul Anemic

Subscribe to Grand Delusions
Tartuffe among us stands
Concealed in vast illusions
The blood upon his hands

Sanctimonious principate
Self-righteous to the core
Saturn’s rings will dissipate
Before I drink the lies you pour

Look down upon your brother
Diagnose him as all wrong
And as his flame you smother
That prescription proves too strong

A dissembler hides within our ranks
Lifestyle counterfeit
And washed ashore along the banks
Blood from throats he slit

Now floating by - the corpse of man
You helped lay to rest
No option but to end his span
Quiets torment in his chest

To live a life so free from sin
Must prove no easy task
While true life lies deep within
Beneath your pristine mask

As you’ve judged me, so I’ll judge you
By Grace I wish you well
If the grace you extend were the Grace you were due
You would surely burn in Hell

WHO CARES?

Just wondering.

"Hey, you lost a button!"

We all have fears as children. For most, it is the monster in the closet or under the bed. Others may fear storms or ghosts.

As a child, I always had a fear of my belly button coming unbuttoned - I would be left standing over a large pile of guts and organs with an overwhelming sense of doom and panic. I would be left to think, "OK? Now what?"

Official Seal

Fun for the entire family - and it beats the heck out of studying!
Make your own seal and be official.

true AND false

I close my eyes, only for a moment, and the moment's gone
All my dreams, pass before my eyes, a curiosity
Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind.
Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do, crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see

Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind

[Now] Don't hang on, nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky
It slips away, and all your money won't another minute buy.

Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind, everything is dust in the wind.

-Kansas