Trash the Earth Day (Poem)

It’s the day after Xmas Time to throw out your crap All your boxes and wrappings and dining room scraps Oh what a holiday X marks the spot with a question mark… You cut down that tree Dragged it in your house Odorned it with glee Watched it die on out Now it’s time to face facts Cuz it’s the end of days There is no better definition of idolatry Look it up It’s in the Books But you should know cuz you’re nothing but a gang of crooks You stole from God Now it’s time to pay Every imposter will get eXacted by The WAY

Moment of Silence (Poem)

Can you spare a moment of silence? On this deceptively blasphemous day As you carry on in merriment amidst a world of suffering A day to observe the alleged birth of our Lord Matter fact, the birth of The WORD The WORD that has neither feet nor hands nay is a part of this world The WORD of the secret WAY things are The WAY neither seen nor heard The WAY of the winds and the waters and dirt And the fire that cleanses the Earth What do gifts have to do with the way things are? What does greed have to do with God? Who are you to say who is naughty or nice? Who can stand err the Mighty ROD? Turn your laughter into tears And your joy into sorrow And pour out your lecherous cup Neither you nor I nor the kings of the world can rival the God of Love You reap what you sow And you’ll get what you earn In the coming of our vengeful King So do as you will All bets you cant even spare A moment of silence for the still sick and suffering

Crisis actors, inflatable snowmen and the vagina in the sky

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, hell is what we make it and happiness belongs to all who choose to own it. But what goes for reality? Is it something we choose, create, behold? Does it come in a box tied with a bow? If we reject it will it simply go away?