In Three Months' Time
When morning comes and my slumber is ended, I will never think of you again.
With nights gone by and dreams left floating, you have been driven from my mind;
And I am glad you have left me to face the real world on my own now.
For dreaming of what can be and how life should be different lends me to insanity,
And insanity may be a friend to some, but it is my dearest enemy.
My wits must be kept for three months time as I try my patience mightily.
And when the three months are gone and the celebration ends, I can rest.
For the best will be there and the best will be to come, and in the best I will bask.
But my patience is tried, and trying leads to countless dying, I've died to many times to count.
So I deny my flesh and deny my soul, and fear a time when I have neither.
But for three months I will hold strong, no matter the opposition.
And in three months' time I will be a new man and nothing will be able to kill me further.
I was inspired on Monday, March 10, 2003
The Race
(This is kinda old, but I'm not sure it's mine. Help me out if you can.)
Between the lines is another world. Everything's different there, everything's better there. Sometimes its nice to be between the lines, but it's also nice to be here. Nothing hurts there. Nothing brings you to your knees in prayer. Nothing makes you feel alive. You're never angry for what you don't have, but you're also never grateful for what's right in front of you. Everything you ever wanted you can have there. But then you won't want it. What's want when you already have? Emotion is dead. Why be happy when you can have anything? You won't be happy that you're there. After all, you won't remember what it's like to be anywhere else. Everything falls away, but when you return you're left with a hollow, meaningless feeling of joy. Between the lines is another world. Everything's different ther, everything's better there.
I was inspired on Tuesday, March 04, 2003
The Evolutionist's Creed
I believe in The Big Bang, the god of Something from Nothing,
Maker of the Universe and everything in it.
And Natural Selection, his Son, our humanistic religion;
who was conceived by Charles Darwin,
born of
The Origin of Species,
based on Chance as our designer,
overcame Entropy to create order from chaos,
reformed as the Theory of Evolution,
taught in our nation's schools as fact,
argued, upheld, and now required as study,
spouted as the Truth to millions,
and will come back in The End to bite us in the butt.
I believe in the Holy Fossil,
the holy scientific community;
the communion of transitional species,
the sanctity of theories,
the futility of life,
and the cessation of being after death.
AMEN.
I was inspired on Tuesday, March 04, 2003
