After All

One man's holy
Is another man's demon
One man's belief
Is another man's excuse to hate

One man's lesson
Is another man's joke
One time down
Teaches some men to never fall
Again
Some live their lives dusting themselves off
Again and again

One man's dream
Is another man's pyre
As their fears dishonor other's dreams in fire
Burning away the evidence, the structure
But never the reality that a dream once lived

A man, a woman... must own their own holy,
their own lessons, their own dreams
They are ours alone
To own.....
after all

We, alone, are the ones
to tend
such things...
 
Ours
After all

Holy Crap

Holy crap

We've gone in a hand basket

all the way to Hell

again

 

We know the way by heart

now

Holy crap, though....it takes

a lot of gas!

And with prices still high

 

Holy crap

 

Idols and idealistic

insanities

Sending us plummeting

like a bomb

Blowing a hole deep enough

to climb down to Hell

again

 

Holy crap

 

If we don't get it together,

people

We may as well stay down there

A one way ticket to

pitch forks and visceral

perforations

 

Talk about global warming

Talk about climate change

 

Holy crap

 

 

Precarious Pulpit

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Holier than I
is you...
you say?
     Up there on your
                 precarious pulpit

Your actions speak in
fluid movements, soft
and sweet, full of
love
While mine are rough
and misaligned....
wrong?

Interesting, this concept
that keeps a person
chained
and tightly bound

I offer that superlatives
are lies
There is no holier
There is no best or worst
There is no way to
compare the
actions of
others

Just you, me, her
him
Just choices
We all are who we are
or who we are not

One thing I will never
be is you
or him
or her
or anyone other than
me
I am just fine with....
me

I know no superlatives

So, if you need to be holier than
someone
You will need to find
someone else
to play
with