dark poetry.....

what i'm into is not worrying about it.we live we die...what happens after that,happens.it's like physics,how an airplane flies-it flies for one set of reasons,natural laws,and natural laws make sense,everytime.doesn't matter if you don't belive in them,they still apply to you.same thing with the universe.how many major religions are there-3?10?and within the so called christian doctrine,how many contradictory paradigams are there?3?10?will the mormons who belive in the same jesus christ that the catholics belive in (and they do belive in the same jesus,b/c they agree there was only one jesus.)really be in a hevean of there own design?they both think so.will the child of catholic parents who forgot to spinkle holy water on his head really go to hell if he dies in an accident before they get around to it?you know how many really smart people buy into that crap?and who invented shit like purgatory and the pope anyhow?i mane ,try to find the pope in the bible-you can't.he's not there.purgatory either.somebody with a robe and an agenda made it all up.they're all cults,in my opinion.look up the definition of a cult and apply it to your favorite church....then again don't it'll make a cynic out of you..so what do i belive..?because it's al science-call it spirtual science if that makes it easy for you shallow,no difference-i belive there's one truth,and nobody really knows what it is.nobody's come back to set us straight.we're all grasping at smoke rings.desperate for hope,trying to make sense out of what is natually random freaking chaos,and some of us are ruining our lives in the process.abusing the party so to speak.do i belive there's more here then meets the eye,i do.while our experience is random,the physics of it all aren't remotely random.those physics had to have been created,which means there is a creator.that i belive.thats what turns physicists like stephen hawking and gary zukav into spiritualists who write best sellers about the soul...they've pulled back the covers and they can't explain what's there.which in zukav's case is interesting,because then he pretends to be explaining everything.i belive that this creator,cal her or him what you will,put us here to learn ,to experience the whole enchinlada if you can.and whatr you say you live for and what you say you stand for don't mean squat,because in the end it's all dust.the ceator and those natural laws of hers/his take over from there.a few hundred million peopl belive someone did comeback to set us straight,that it was all written down for us...so which part do you belive,and which part do you throw out?and who gets to assign meaning?and which messiah was the real deal,b/c they all have a few hundrend million fans.and where the book is concerned,is it all ,or is it nothing?can't have it both ways.if there can be only one truth,and in your heart belives one thing and mine belives another,then one of us by definition ,is wrong,and that same few hundrend million would tell that one of us is going to hell.and by the way,that all this is the mandate of the good lord that wrote it all down for us....

if there are five sense then i'm looking for a sixth,forever fleeing the changeable muse that wears horns about her naeck,and fingers all my senses as i sleep.behind closed eyes,a voice hisses out of the darkness.as i swirl about ,the room explodes into fireworks even a wizard would be proud of.then suddenly,i drop into a coldness-as it were,into an abyss of shadow,smelling of sulfur and ashes,unable to deliver the benediction.wrapped in black ,i pass beyond,falling slowly through shafts of dust,revolving without motion into a dark storm which all things form.knowing this space truly exists,only makes living harder,as no initiate is allowed to know its name .how many will herald the new age of waterbearers?we will inherit the mystic ice.it will replace our very blood as it melts into streams ,into rivers and everchanging oceans flowing through crystl veins.we will walk on water,wishing we can not.but this won't be the miracle.the miracle will be one of true proportions,not mere maxiums or minimums...nor bare essentials.everything will mean nothing once again.all new-born men of water must re-learn the ancient law!the law of individuality.what is there ,after all.but our own lives?except,perhaps,the collective primal screams which terrifies our inner ears,traveling light yrs. to orbit an undiscovered star still pulsing with the promise that the next destruction will not be by water,but by fire.........3663b.c...follow me..