Christianity
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Within All
For C.N. — I’m not exactly sure what you’re going through, but I wanted to share a few words with you. How do they keep at it like this? All that jabbering, When just breathing the humid air feels like drowning. There are so many good things in life I’ve overlooked. There are times when Continue reading
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Of Chickens & Eggs
Until recently, it never occurred to me that believers believed that religion came first. Well, that’s worded incorrectly. What I mean is, I recently discovered that believers believe that science “copies” from religion. “One of the main concerns,” states my friend, the Lizard King, “is how we arrived at this place? Science attempts to explain Continue reading
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“I Believe”
We have these books in the department, a nonfiction series entitled You Wouldn’t Want to. The titles vary from being sick or living during a certain points in history. I can’t help but to think that, somewhere along the line, the company will publish one called You Wouldn’t Want to be a Homosexual in 21st Century Continue reading
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Knowledge de luxe
Let’s blame it on my co-worker. After all, he is the one that shared the link with me. Go ahead, read it. Then you’ll wonder how much Joan Osbourne really knew. Assuming you’ve already read the piece, I’ll carry on. A few years ago, around the time Joey passed away, I had a sick revelation Continue reading
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What if I told you my life is a mess
I couldn’t quote from the Bible if I wanted to. It’s just not that important to me. Life without religion is the same with it. Pointless with the exception for the purpose you make for yourself. And without what I tried to build, what purpose have I left? She knew the quotes by heart, Continue reading
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And the god looked upon its people and spoke
With a voice lacking compassion. Benevolence is overrated. The bombers flew over the holy land. Just a child, looking up at the oblivion, damnation profession. Confessional, the pews are empty as her porcelain stained tears spilled. Rosary. Jesus Mary Child. Grown up, her words echo the silence. Forty five minutes and seventy-nine months. People think Continue reading
Chapin City Blues 