Oregon 4

Chemical machines
These bodies make us blind
Religare rights
Ligaments hold entwined
Born again alive
Re-live we never died
Blood inside these pains
Vane mortality lied
Bounce off of each other
Scared children they all ran
Interactive cells
Atom name of first man
Assembly line adds guns
Equal moving parts
They are on the run
Tattoos onto our hearts
Rise above the lies
Science fiction eyes
We prepare for war
But what are we fighting for?

We are more than men
Or so we’ve been told
We line up to begin
Paid for scars in gold
By another name
A rose we give powers
Cannot be the same
Their god is not ours
Rise above the lies
Science fiction eyes
We prepare for war
But what are we fighting for?

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Not an Attack on Religion

I think disagreement is a healthy part of discovery. We can’t grow our perspectives without allowing them to be malleable. And I believe we can stagnate if we aren’t growing. But arguing is counterproductive to growth. Arguing inspires us to dig in and refuse to bend. Ironically, being presented with contrary perspectives may often lead to greater investment in our own beliefs. In spite the fact that I try to remain open-minded, there is one “truth” I hold above all others. I believe love is the greatest force in my life. When a religion identifies love as a desirable trait, I find value in it. At the same time, when religious perspectives are used to inspire fear and division, I do not find value in these aspects of it. At the very heart of many religious perspectives is the idea that there are a select few who earn God’s favor. In many incarnations of religions, those who don’t gain God’s favor are condemned to an eternity of suffering. This idea seems, to borrow a word from religion, “blasphemous”. That is not to say that God takes offense to anything we choose to do. I believe we are perfectly as we are and that no higher power could expect anything more. But rather it is to say that God loves everyone and, as the creator of all laws, is bound by no law to punish or allow punishment to fall on anyone. We are created logical beings. This world teaches us to expect cause and effect relationships. Therefore, to deny our powers of logic is to deny our nature. Ideas of Hell are illogical to me. Of course I understand my perspective is not absolute. I don’t have a perfect understanding of everything and think it wise not to claim with absolute certainty that I know anything. But I feel compelled to try to make the world a better place. And I believe ideas of Hell, punishment for those who don’t adhere to a specific set of beliefs or behaviors, work to promote fear and division. I’m not speaking from a place of absolute perspective because I don’t feel confident enough in any human’s ability to know anything about their world. But I am trying to encourage an open conversation. This makes sense to me. What makes sense to you? Can we discuss it without arguing about it?

Terrorists

You inspire terror
But you’re no terrorists
Head above the law
Money over fists
The hill is a stage
Fingers spell out foe
Players in our house
On must go the show
Our brothers and sisters
Keep us in our place
Rodents steal our cheese
Lies propel the race
Body pile
All the while
Suit turns into suite
Plastic dreams
Pseudo seams
Rules help them to cheat
Break apart the bread
Stories help us sleep
Auction off our trust
No one’s now to keep
Now we dig trenches
Insulate our cells
Feed our dimentia
Fear inside us swells
Empty headed pins
Perspectives won’t shift
TV makes us laugh
This pain is a gift
Something’s wrong nerves scream
We pray, lust, and hide
Sketches of rivals
Recognize – divide
Body pile
All the while
Suit turns into suite
Plastic dreams
Pseudo seams
Rules help them to cheat

The Natural State of Things

You scream when I try to pet you, because it hurts to feel love
And I whisper to you I know how it feels
This life is a gift
On those days when love feels like a splinter imbedded in the skin
And pain seems the natural state of things
We could strive for enjoyment
But such an effort feels unnatural
In such a state, taking this gift for granted seems the only reasonable course
So tired
But this body heals itself
I don’t know I could ever feel whole
But I will continue to fill the hole
Understanding the right chemicals will soon inspire a sence of invincibility
So feel gratitude for this pain
It is pain that will soon contrast such great pleasure
So alive
I don’t know I could ever feel whole
But I will continue to fill the hole