We need a new prophet to show us God after science
So many people now just can’t relate
To a ruler, a Lord, a man, a king
Something peering down from the heavens

We need a new concept
Because God is just Love
And Love is biological
It sustains our life on Earth

And the people need to see
How forgiveness is efficient
And kindness calms the masses
And how the meek and small win hearts

And why the way to Love is a path that is difficult to tread
And that the rewards are worth the discipline
‘Cause Inner peace brings health and life

And you’re punished not in brimstone
But in your minds and in your guts
And in the ways the world will treat you
When you choose to harm yourself

There are way too many empty seats
In churches ’round the country
We need language we relate to
So that all can sing to God

The silver fireworks finale inside me
Illuminating the need for receiving
And the fact that you get
Everything you ask for
And you must open up
Every square inch to
Receive, receive, receive
Until your cup runneth over

You can be a better person by not lying to yourself. There’s a reason that you’re cheating and good and bad do not exist. When you’re a child, lines are easy; necessary, enforceable. Find your power, test your knowledge, draw the boundaries of yourself. We hold to rules when we feel pain. Become rigid and untrusting. There is safety in the numbers of the minds that never grow. It can be hard to admit that what you like might make them angry. Run from anger, run from tears, run from all that hurt your child. But when it hurts too much to live in routines that feel like death, you’ll choose fire over emptiness and from ashes you will rise.

Red, black
Back up
What was that idea?
Flip it over, turn it sideways
Strip it naked
Turn on the bright lights
Is that still a good idea?
Watching it
Stick its head out
Breaking through the life/death shell
Will it make it in this world?
Will it fill a human need?

Too jacked up tonight

I’ve been feeding my dreams
And listening for my demons
The sideways whispers
That sound familiar,
Like a mother’s comforting
There, there
Don’t you go wrapping your heart around things that might make you cry if you don’t get them

I hear that garbage when you speak
And I want to steal it from the air
Before it reaches anyone else’s ears
Years wasted in: I can’t
Years wasted in: I’m small
Years wasted in: What would *they* think?
After all, dreams that come true are just guilty lucky accidents, right?

Who dares to grow when no one is applauding the millimeters?

Who dares to travel somewhere alone, no map, expecting wrong turns?

Might as well just hang out with all your friends in Miserytown.
Keep reading that yearbook: Don’t ever change!

Seething over my inability
To create something raw, unique
My poems ride on little pillows
Down the aisle
One by one

It’s about time
Some gunshots went off
And scared everyone out of their shells
It’s so much more fun
When you all come out to play

I’ve created the most alluring
Beautiful paradise
It’s projected into the heavens
Between you and me
And then I forgot to love
It’s not fishing
After all

Trust me
I’m still looking for that man that can keep up with me
He’s gotta be unstoppable
Never bored
Resting in each other’s arms
Lightening up at just the right times
Appreciating what’s in front of him
Staring him in the soul
Teasing him with my fingertips
Beckoning the real man to show up
Come on out
Let’s play

You’re peeking into
My many-petaled flower self
Enjoying my colors
Patterns
Aromas
The worst thing is to be boring
The bees tell the blooms

You want to topple my skyscrapers
Because I blew my breath across your sores
I’m a dark empty void inside
So crawl on in
And sit with yourself for a while

Who’s the next clown
To show up for this circus?
I can’t believe I was silent for nine years
I have so many goddamned things to say
You gave me a bullhorn
That was really stupid

Now we can just paint the planet
Black and blue
Over all the red we already splashed
And beat the hell out of anyone
Who can’t see us for who we are

Yes, it feels good
To engage in the rage today
This is not the time to be civil
In the aftershocks