Presumptions

Lost to far in my head to fathom
Somewhere between a ditch and a chasm
Digging up playthings and putting them down
Order them up from the underground
and exercise the presumptions

The words of black and red
The sinner out of my head
The crusty flesh is bread
The wine is better in bed

A daydream snatched into the dark of night
What once was natural expelled from light
Instinct plus enlightenment the devil strikes
Hide your desire
Or be lured you to the fire
Pray to the spire
The Devil's a liar
Gods empire
will save you
I mean enslave you
I mean uh, praise you
You found the answer in Christ
all your lusty thoughts could never suffice
against the power of almighty poltergeist
I mean the son of god
The lamb for the slaughter
Is never good enough for the lamb of the fodder
I mean the father, shit, why can't I get this right
Inexorably driven by my appetite
If it feels good, it's right
Good night

Myism rules

Most people are elitists
For the ones who claim they aren't, that's just an opinion
(or a deception)

Elitism is the idea that you and "your people" know best, are best
Or maybe it's just you.
Whether you label yourself an elitist or hang the name on "others", you are an elitist.
no one is one with humankind, reptilekind, Plantkind, nothingkind just one.
we are all just beings.
surviving
fighting for time and space
you can convince yourself otherwise
Pray, meditate all you want
Ultimately, if you think you are not an elitist, and other people are. . .
You are in effect putting yourself above them
Or beside them, away from them
It is human nature to segregate (especially when times get tough)
but whatever you're opinion
consider your ethics before you spout your elitism
Or consider your elitism before you spout your ethics
HUBRIS KILLS

Bored

Living in a box is boring
Sometimes I'd rather be out whoring
But that's why I'm here
Trapped by the fear
It's darkness the light is abhorring
Half full or empty and pouring
Like shedding a tear
Or drinking a beer
I'd rather be digging than soaring

Life yields myth for enduring
Life on the edge is alluring
Time wasted is lost
Lost in singular thought
With a fork to demand
And a pat for a friend
It's a game
Already lost

The Destination

Random mind seeks random time
Posted and delivered
Slipping through a portal
I'm here near a river
and trees to the sky
where I'll be destined to fly
if I can just keep my feet walking
stop thinking and start talking
stop roaming and start shopping
find a door and start knocking
and quit my balking