Pyre of Golgotha

Blood red flames fly through the sky;
Regurgitated remains return to the sea.
Sand and grit collude in the air
As bones rain down on the beachhead.

This beach turned Golgotha
Shrieks, wails, and moans.
Muscles quiver and quake as
The wind blows through the bones.

Fleeting lull
Swiftly wrecked.
The wind goes unheard.
Whine of the missiles,
Screams of mechanical birds
Drown out melancholy cries
From each body that dies.

Sullen fingers splay sunken in sand
Scratching for solidity in a slippery land.
Purchase gained through agonizing depravity;
Pulled to position to peer over the precipice.

A scattered wasteland of blood and gore,
As I drag my belly over glass.
Beyond mere physical pain now
That I have witnessed this death en masse.



I never knew stone could bleed
Nor that seas could cry.
Trees scream their protest
and sand is silent in reply.



Eruptions reign the horizon.
Carnage ne'er ceases--only calms.
Shoulders slump in supreme defeat.
Which bastion do I abandon?

A neuron fires with ultimate reason.
A capillary bursts with fiery passion.
Feelings flare; Thoughts thunder;
Trying to sate their personal hunger.

My head--so rational.
My heart--so full.
The answers forever unfound.
Veins pulse blood
While an axon's thunder crack sounds.
The clash of necessity and desire,
As moths dance 'round the Pyre.

Miniature meteors spiral from the flame.
White wings singing through air
Turned brown by the time they touch the ground.
Victims of passion with no cogent care.

The wolf slowly emerges from the shadows
Inspecting burnt pilots without shedding tears.
Watching the moths from the bowels of Golgotha,
The stars in his eyes betray yearning and fear.



I watch from the precipice; helpless,
No finale in sight through the haze.
Transfixed by the carnage; confused,
Life draining away as I gaze.

The Hardest Test to Pass

The hardest test to pass is not taking oneself so seriously. The best way to know whether you do this is to look at how many times in the past week that you have been able to laugh at yourself. It is harder to do than it sounds.

I just sent out an email as a job application to a company and forgot to change the company's name in the body of the introduction email; Two or three lines of stock that I wrote to save time when sending my resume out. So I sent company B a cover letter addressed to Company A. It made me wonder how many times companies receive this kind of error and what emotion is felt when they see it. For a split second, I was actually embarrassed at the error.

Then I just started laughing hysterically at how I was embarrassed for even a split second at such a minute error. Do I look stupid to this company? Sure, but what does that really matter? I quickly found my simple error to be darkly comedic. At least I was able to pass the test this time, at least, for once.

I Like Poetry

I Like Coffee,
I like Beer.
I like Free,
I like Fear.

I like Ireland,
I like China.
I like White Sand,
I like Regina (Spektor).

I like Frisbees,
I like Writing.
I like Memories,
I like Biting.

I like Reading,
I like Books.
I like Meaning,
I like Looks.

I like Music,
I like Card Games.
I like Frantic,
I like Nicknames.

I like Crosswords,
I like Vocabulary.
I like Leopards,
I like Cherry.

I like Friends,
I like Family.
I like Loose Ends,
I like Giggly.

I like Baseball,
I like Women.
I like the Wall,
I like Jasmine.

I like Pinot Noir,
I like Peace.
I like War,
I like Release!

I like Lifting,
I like Skipping Stones.
I like Drifting,
I like Gripping Waffle Cones.

I like Absurdity,
I like Poses.
I like Spontaneity,
I like Roses.

I like Outside,
I like Gripping.
I like Inside,
I like Tripping.

I like Laughing,
I like Comedy.
I like Scoffing,
I like Rowdy!

I like Crying,
I like Sadness.
I like Flying,
I like Madness.

My Emotions are Idiots

I want to stand out. I want to be different. I want to be abnormal. I want to be an outlier.

My emotions, however, fight against this. They tell me to conform. They tell me to fit in. Don't go against the grain. Don't rock the boat. Go with the flow.

It may also have been nurtured by a seeming governmental mandate that is backed by the whole of society and its mores to have everyone conform to the status quo. Most people who know me usually don't use the word "normal" to describe me, so I usually overcome this stupid penchant of my emotions.

It would be quite nice though to not even have to fight the battle to overcome the stupidity of my emotions.

Hole in My Soul

Tell me how it feels to be the one who turns the knife inside of me

Jesus and the One Night Stand

What do missionaries have in common with the silver-tongued asshole at the end of the bar?

They have an instinctual and finely honed sense to identify, corner, and pick off the weakest of the herd.

A religious conversion requires change in one's life and for change to occur, the person must want something different and be unhappy with their current situation. Jesus came for the poor and the meek, because they are vulnerable and in a position to be taken advantage of. When someone is in dire straits, whether it be temporary or permanent, religious missionaries swoop in and take advantage of the situation to give the person an option that is different than what they are going through, hope. False hope, but hope nonetheless. Missionaries don't exactly flock to the rich countries full of happy people, they go to the poor, run-down countries with people who are desperate for anything different than what they see.

The pick-up artist is the same way. Most don't go for the girl that every guy in the bar is drooling over. They go for the cute looking girl that no one else is looking at. They pick the girl with no self-esteem, the desperate one. They isolate her and give her an option other than being alone.

What is the common link between Missionaries and Players? They live their lives looking for the weakest of the herd to manipulate.

Close Calls

Have you ever wondered how many times in your life that you escaped death by a fraction of a millimeter? How many times a simple decision like deciding to go to a different restaurant as you are walking out the door has resulted in your life continuing along its course instead of ending in a car accident on the way to the restaurant you had thought of going to? How many mundane decisions in your life may actually have been a critical life-saving decision? How many times your heart continued to beat strictly as a result of a decision to bend down and pick up that dime on the sidewalk? Have you ever wondered how many times in your life you have narrowly escaped the end of your life?