my 3hour rant.

I'm not here to claim or collect. im not here to criticize or correct but with all due respect, i'd rather take the risk of these so called side effects.

such promises;
"How To Be A Better You!"
"Live The Life of Your Dreams-Now!"
"How To Win Your Friends Over!"
since when was this a game?

idealism;
"Purity For The Young Woman"
"Devotions for Resisting Temptation"
it's too bad temptation is a tantalizing game that i love to play.

& the prophecies;
"The Beginning Of The End"
"The Fury Of Armageddon"
resound & regurgitate from the bindings of such writings.

their words dripping & diminishing underneath the magnifying glass of a reality that offers more than meets the eye. there is more value to desire, dishonesty, gluttony, indulgence & envy than what's visible to the eye. you gotta get down real deep into your sin. you've got to dig through it. you've got to really get messy in it. you've got to throw your hands up confessing you're in over your head. i find greater value in the stars, sin, and sex than any threat on my existence eternity this, eternity that sneering from billboards & elevators & pamphlets.

salvation came to me on horseback. an archer from a distant land. he aims his arrows at the sun. his knowledge comes with no demands. these promises; are empty to me. idealism; makes no sense to me. prophecies; make good bedtime stories to give your children nightmares. but maybe i was never scared. maybe i was fascinated. maybe i wished the world would end. right here, right now, this second & watch my body dissipatewith a simple trumpet call.

maybe i wanted to see the locusts. maybe i wanted to feel the earth shake me to my feet. maybe i wanted the adventure, the adrenaline & the aftershock. now I just read the newspaper and drink coffee while pondering the deeper meaning of all this. with all due respect, I don't think I should stay much longer.

i'm not feeling me right now. sunrise feels strange when I’m not waking to it, when twilight was ten hours ago or more and time blurs together, diluting the moment where night becomes day, like i’m bent over at an awkward angle twisting upward to look at the sky; the sun’s not revolving, it’s bobbing methodically like a giant cosmic yo-yo.