Jesus is an icon
not a person
soiled underwear is soiled underwear
logic is a dream
dreams are built, not grown
if you stand on truth
will those standing on belief see lies?
if your regard is for beginnings
will those who wait at their ends
see only the finish?
i combine red and blue
but i do not paint purple
drive for black and white
but i do not smoke gray
the tune of reality
is that you can persuade me to anything
ANYTHING!
but if a boat doesn’t hold water it sinks
end of sentence
period
there is not room for stupidity
when stupid gets you killed
the ship sits alone in a bottle
the bottle floats alone at sea
the world isn’t what we decide it to
be
god is greater
because the dream was always more
and that comes with optimizing less
the judgment is this:
to decry that which you follow
in a different suit
is more saturated of wrong
than that which you decry
to pretend open-mindedness, only to be more closed on an open road
is to elicit pity from me
to make way for the blind
but 7 came and went
it’s all FOLLOW
can’t you see what i am doing is staking the paths?
only when you know what IS
can you find what IS NOT
creation doesn’t mean backing, creatively
it means fronting
yourself
with what is new —————— the waking careless…
from both sides
the strongest stands are those that are shared
but the bravest stands
are those accomplished,
alone
and with God, if you believe in one.
sometimes the only combatant for arrogance
is imagination.
sometimes the only way to make a point
is to be one
Jesus is an icon
Me ———— i don’t swear to the hopes of man
You ————– be what you will. but do not look here for a mirror. my own sees the sky. and the cell you placed ME.
to think
to be what nobody else could reserve
one so foolish as to have no fear
one so dead there is no deference to alive
one who was created to discern that creation
and move the opposite
for the only way you get a compass is consistency
the difference of where we point is how the roads tangle … and remain
i understand what it takes to jump on that boat
but knew it was sinking the moment i saw the fliers on the board
at the university computer lab
you cannot decry something
you follow in a different suit
the only way to about
is to change the unchangeable
to say fuck you to the right people dressed in pink
and to say hello
to those who keep it on their tongue
Jesus is an icon
i carry my own weight … barefoot ………
and, generally ……….forgiven
for the most part
tied to my own knowledge
of the strength in a bent knee
and the weakness in my own soul
and burned by the only passion that is worth our time
to seek the result of your indecisions
to say i’m sorry
but this
THIS
is where reality
doesn’t
budge.
this is where the compass becomes the scale
and the gold
is indigo plaster
THIS
is where we dig the line … and
hold
so i cannot embrace a faith that says we dig no lines
life is more important than death
and always will
bailing a boat
is more important than building new ships
therefore you are more important than me
and i am never more important
than God
and the point is to exist …..
multiplying … well, that’s optional
but forever goes on
with or without us
what else to have you see …………..
there IS such a thing as spirit
sometimes the deadpan are more wise
if you listen to the words, can you read the face?
if you hold the face, can you hear the message?
the wrong thing is not seeing me as false
the wrong thing is believing you needed to find someone true
where is the belief that you are original?
where do you find the difference in your own concerns?
i do not match a pattern
because the twists and turns
throw off those inclined to ride
and the ones who walk beside you
realize you are going
where they have already been
i guess that’s enough fucked up “cryptology”
remember i give a damn
because it’s part of me
not because it’s something i wished to appear
Jesus is an icon.
what are you?
