To the one who rests by the door

You have no cause for worry, my dear friend. You know nothing of pain.
You wake up, and there is nothing that keeps you back.
Oh how I envy you, friend... how I wish we could change shoes.
Everything you need, is provided for you. You have no expectations at all.
You just are, and that's how we love you and always will.
Oh how I try to be you, friend..but I no I can never be.

If the world was like your kind, there would be no wars...except the ones that matter.
If the world was like your kind. there would be constant love and companionship.
I admire you, friend...you teach me more, than mere man could.

To all the things that keep me inactive

Why am I so scared of love? Is it a wild beast, that will devour me and spit me out?
Will there be no hope for me? And will I keep lying to myself, when it's before me?
I desire the touch, but I do not desire anything that comes in the form of emotion.

Why am I scared of freedom? Is it going to keep me accountable, and keep me straight?
Will there be no hope for me? And will I have to be held to this standard all of my life?
I desire the goods, but I do not desire anything that comes in the form of responsibility.

Let love and justice roll over me like a flowing river, overpowering me. Till I have nothing.
Let the desire of my heart jump out, like words on a page-that were previously unspoken.
Let the night be extinguished, with no recourse for why the luminous light has taken ahold.
Let nothing that is keeping me back, keep me back anymore.

This is a new page. And a new dawn, and a new life...I grasp things that I feared before.
And embrace the mess and the hurt that will undoubtedly will bruise my soul.

The camping trip

I looked left, and I looked right for a kerosene lighter, couldn't find one.
I did not understand, why one would exacerbate the importance of fire.
Fire is something that is important for life, and for freedom among those.
That follow the truth and follow the liberty and love among people.
Oh, but we do not have fire here, instantly I realize--the fire is among us all.

Boris hits a hole in one

Watch this drive, he says. As the ball goes into the temple of bin Laden.
                                   Ai, there is no one like you-- isn't there?
Watch this pitch, he says. As the ball goes into the glove of corporate America.
                                   Ai, what a strike out!--you play so fair!
Watch this shot, he says. As it goes into the heart of the ocean, spilling ooze.
                                   Ai, that was a perfect shot!--I do swear!
Watch this speech, he says. he clears his throat to speak. Nothing comes out.
                                   Uh oh, look at the damage....
                                                                          Boris....
                                                                      soiled his underwear.

Take care, you are going into a slippery hole.

Every man is chasing after some hole, no matter how virtuous he is.

To Deny that he does not follow the white rabbit, is a lie.

To surrender, to take charge is what will be considered ultimate bliss

To lay back and let it happen, peace he can never find.

Yes, it’s a slippery slope my friend, but you can find the footing.

Go in take charge, and take the loot and do all but destroy.

She doesn’t expect you to do anything but comfort her soothingly.

But you all know this hole game, is yet but  yes, a ploy.

A dream that will drive a man to madness…

Cause, a potential nine months of sadness…into eighteen!

Nightmare? Not always, but yes a hole dream. 

Go West Boris.

You must have amnesia, if you think that the world was better yesterday

Ten million people filled the capital mall, to pay a tribute to democracy

Go West Boris, Go back to your elitist cage.

You must be crazy, to want us turn back to where we lived in caves

I might be crazy, but I am not going to give my keys to any Pharisee

Go West Boris, Go back to your golfing days.

My friends, you must wake up before you realize that Boris, oh Boris.

Boris was put in by you and me. And now…well Obed, yes Obed…

Will continue this spree. Nothing ever changes for you and me. 

I always wanted to be a priest of the world

Disclaimer: A lot of poetry cannot be taken too literally. I for one, am very glad to be a Christian and do believe that the church can have positive effect on the world. But, there is a constant struggle that I do go through. It's the balance of how much of the world we can have... This is what this poem is essentially about. It's not about hating my parents faith or my faith, even.  I don't feel like I should apologize at all, but I just wanted to clear the air. 

I always wanted to be a priest of the world

Oh curse my red-neck roots, that curse my sheer desire

I do not want to be associated with vile theology and

Politicial movement associated with my name.

I want to lead a confessional, an open world where

People come to my side, and drink the communion

Wine of the Sabbath, freely till we are completely drunk

Blessing the body, of our freedom and liberating

The masses with sweet beautiful liturgies of Eliot,

Ginsberg, Auden, and Hardy- till we understand the scripture

Despite, the ignorance of my neighbors that do

not have a clue about what I am proposing they would

agree if they saw the truth, of the demon box they listen to.

I’d fill the fount, with Mountain Dew and wire the people

To understand where our consumerism came from,

maybe they’d understand it better instead of cursing it.

If only I could erase the roots, and be of all this noble stock

But, I come from this- so I might as well try to embrace and

do not take my oath of celibacy of religious  and conservative thought.