Hamsters on Wheels

All we are is a bunch of hamsters on our own personal wheels.  It is like the rat race, only eternal and without any real movement.  We end up going nowhere, all the while telling ourselves, “someday I will get there.”  The ones that see the irony and its depressive nature are the ones that get told that there is something wrong with them because they shatter the false dream of progress that the rest of us hold dear to while running on our wheels going nowhere.  And, those who get off their wheels are considered absolutely out of their minds, but they in fact are the visionaries, the ones who are truly liberated, the ones trying to figure a way out of their very cages.  Thus, these ones are considered dangerous when in fact they are closer to the truth; however, truth by its very nature is often considered dangerous even while liberating in nature.  These ones have put the illusion of life and “progress” behind themselves, while everyone else calls their running on their wheels and never getting anywhere progress.  The saddest part about this is that there is no way outside the cages of life except through death and danger.  Even if one of us hamsters managed to get out of the “cage”, what he or she would find is endless chances at self-destruction and nothing but confusion.  So keep running on your wheels; at least, you will have direction and a false sense of progress and peace.


The End? of the Jesus’ story

In the end, the cross became a stepping stone, as well as a rolling one.  As death became life, life became free.


When the stone was rolled from the tomb that Sunday after the execution exactly three days later, one could, if one looked in the right place, indeed find a snake, orange-yellow with black diamonds tattooed on its back, crushed by said stone.  Its tongue no longer flicked in and out of its poison mouth but was, instead, still and silent.


That is where she found it when she came to the place where death still ruled in her heart.

That is why she did not even see the man sitting in the tomb at first; and why, even when he registered, she recognized him, wrongly, as the caretaker.

When the scene, reflected on several times, finally hit home and made sense, a smile filled her face.  She put her hands on her hips and shifted her weight a couple of times.

She said, “You sonuvabitch!  You did it, didn’t you?”

The man in the tomb wore an enlightened and pained expression turned pleased.  He shrugged and looked away.

Welcome to the human family!

The future is technically a non-event not worth worrying about.  That probably sounds very strange but once you grasp the truth behind it, you will be much less stressed.  Likewise, the past is a non-event in that you cannot change it; you can only change how you interpret it.  The present or current moment is a bridge between these two time periods typified by non-events.  This current moment is, then, an illusion that holds onto its relevancy by its very salient and present nature; however, we know cognitively that it will, in fact, ebb back into the past of non-events and flow into the future of non-events.  Thus, human existence has always been (past) and will always be (future) a battle to hold onto current forms of meaning without going backwards or forwards in fits of irrelevancy.  This, of course, is impossible and we are left with irrational and ultimately irrelevant hope for meaning in a meaningless string of events that do not matter…

Fire in the sauce and the honeycombed trouble

Hold me accountable

I’m cooking with fire

And I do not care what goes into the sauce

Scold me; call me unforgivable

I look at you and see a liar

Alarms should tell you the heat behind the sauce

When I burn you up,

I burn me up

I burn us up

And I do not care

Hold me accountable

And what I have cooked I will share…


Darkness hiding in the very light

Pockets of it everywhere

What do I do with it?

Embrace it?

Fight it?

Resist it with self-control?


Someday I know it will consume me

As it does us all on our deathbeds

That light is merely a handmaiden

A wet nurse in disguise

As darkness gives birth to the light

And we die…


Violent angst

Twilight and dank

Moist downpour

Hoisted sails in a slave’s city

Fallowed heaven’s fields

Cowards tip the scales

Town that only wants more


Soup of the day and a six-inch

Pizza makers sift hay with shanks

Jail or prison or penitentiary

Hail all hell sent bats

Kentucky fried baseballs

The colonel sat fatly on ice crystals

Pooping pencil shavings

After his hair falls out involuntarily

He’ll be saving plenty of money.



A slim bubble of hunger

My insides turned into pudding or the wanting thereof

Prim dystopian fantasies

Death comes to children too

Only more innocently and mercifully

Days cut short

Timothy Little is testimony thereto

But his shaved head

His hair cut short

Says help me with money

Give or you’ll never forgive yourself

Honeycombs in his bowl

He wishes he could use it on his head

Or on the beard he will never get to



Troubled troublesome youth

Stemming from standards of abuse

Military ire irate

Choosing the gun over fish bait

Caught in a cycle of sonorous discord

World of rifles and fjords

Roaring rivers of men

Caught in that current again

Mankind jumps from the ledge

I was just trimming the hedge


They all jump off to their deaths



The game of good and evil

We ate from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil; however, we, as finite beings, cannot fully appreciate the universal dynamics of the balance between good and bad.  We are confined to the self and cannot really experience anything outside of that prison, which is why, in freeing us, that freedom to believe in God is a gift of liberty from that same Creator.


In other words, if something bad happens to me that benefits my neighbor, is it then ultimately good or bad?  This is an example that oftentimes we cannot see past the effects on ourselves to the greater good that may be being in done in God’s name for our neighbor.


Thus, the balance between good and evil is often looked at by us humans as zero sum games wherein there is a winner and a loser.  However, this is not always true (in fact, it almost never is, for the sake of mere logic).  We have to be smart enough and wise enough to realize that fact.  God is working in everything for the greatest glory (another word for good) that can befall our partnership with him as a species, not as individuals.  We just need to trust that that is the truth and remember never to give the devil his due because everything is God’s doing.  Submit to His Will!


The Wilderness and the Snake

He had already fallen.  It had been years but he was still getting used to slithering in the dust.  Dust was what God had made man from.  And, man was the whole reason he had to eat dust for the rest of his lengthy existence.  Thus, it was ironic that he spent the rest of eternity being one with the thing he hated most.  He guessed it was a rather bitter type of poetic justice that only God would enjoy.


He was pondering this once again, years later, when he came across one of these creatures known as man in the wilderness.  He knew right away that this man was different; he was trouble.  Satan decided to take out his frustration of slithering through dust on this man-creature by asking him a set of questions, just to see what he was about.


First, he showed the man a mustard tree and an axe with which to cut it down.  He said to him who he knew as Jesus, “Look, Jesus, the axe is poised at the root of the tree – cut it down!”  But Jesus surprised him by saying, “I came to save, not to condemn!”  He surprised him even further by lifting the axe and using it on the serpent, cutting him in two.  The serpent anticipated this though and was a step ahead of him, so he became two serpents.  Laughter erupted hissingly from the two snakes.   Jesus grimaced and realized how worthy a foe that Satan was.  As he looked on forlornly, feeling quite alone and afraid in the wilderness, Satan regathered himself by eating his other half and becoming an even longer serpent.  Then Satan decided on another trick even as Jesus’ true identity and purpose began to dawn on him.

“Jesus, if you are truly here to save mankind, then first, save yourself!”  As soon as the serpent said this, Jesus began to feel faint.  Suddenly, he found himself holding his immaculate heart, which glowed royal golden red, in his holy hands.  Quickly and manually, with just a trace of doubt showing on his otherwise perfect face put his heart back in his chest and said to the serpent firmly, “My heart is always in the right place, if I worry about my sheep first.  I will have no reason to worry about myself as my Father in heaven will take care of me.  My heart will be in His capable hands.”

The serpent ran away quickly.  Jesus had surprised him so much with this last comment that it was not until later that he realized that Jesus had, for a moment, given him back his legs.  He marveled at Jesus’ power and put plans in motion to crush him…

Lord of the Dance

He knew that they would kill him viciously.  They knew he would die a terrible death.  They all danced together anyway, the way he, one day, every day, all day, danced with the snake.  It was beautiful music, too, but sad in rhythm, as if it knew all that would eventually transpire.  It was as if all creation seemed to know the terrible purpose that would befall him and his body and blood.  Those that would have him killed one day in the future, who would scream for the destruction of that body and the letting of that blood, would one day look back through history and thank him and sing his praises, even as they danced.  But, he would have to die first; for now, they danced together…

Maker, not made

If, dear reader, you would be good enough to allow me too, I would like to wax poetic in a Christian sense.


When something gets made, we say that the thing that is made is great and lose sight of the one who made it lots of times.  However, the one who made it put in the hard work and is the great thing, not the thing that he made.  We need to remember that.  We are the made thing; we are the creation.  We are great but we are great because we are products of the workmanship of the maker, the Creator.  We need to remember that and point to the Father any time someone points to us.  Any time we are revered we must give that glory we have received and place it where it belongs, with the maker, with the Creator, with the Father.  He is the amazing maker, the workman, and He is unspoken because He is holy.  We must speak for Him.

At one point, He explicitly made Himself known by taking human likeness in the form of Jesus the Christ.  He came to earth in that vessel by way of a virgin.  Then, he destroyed the old creation in His death on the cross.  We are baptized into that destruction and have become improved creatures by way of His resurrection.  We remain improved creatures by keeping the commandment to love, and by giving back to God what He has first given us, our lives and our entire selves within that life.  Thus, we become living sacrifices even like our Father when He took the form of the Son, Jesus, and when He was resurrected into an improved situation into which we have been baptized.  So, honor what God has done for you and love your neighbor as yourself.  That is all God asks for in return after giving us new life.