My Church Poem

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I stepped into church today,

and didn't burst into flames.

I held my breath as i crossed inside,

waited to be struck down by this God's fury,

but it was remarkably uneventful.

High ceilings,

rows of pews and piety,

people of faith,

believing blindly in an answer.

I turned backwards in my seat,

facing the other direction from the rest,

and wondered what it felt like to accept.

I tried singing their hymns,

amens in unison.

Broke bread and drank blood,

wearing my tie-dye t-shirt

under my church clothes,

silently rebelling,

my quiet pagan allegiance.

Last night i held my own worship,

among pine trees and starlight,

moon rising over our lake.

Took sacrament in shared laughter,

and campfire smoke.

Spirits whispering soft enchantments,

manifesting our desires.

Today we prayed together and i realized,

it's the same thing.

We use different names,

to make God feel like ours,

to bring salvation closer,

putting our faith into something,

anything to help us feel significant,

to justify our existence.

We can't accept that there's nothing,

such an empty actuality,

so we'll believe what they tell us,

or even in magic.

Nod our heads through the sermon,

and stand up and sing

hallelujah!

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Anthem

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All of humanity is seeking,

and sneaking, and speaking

in tongues.

We've all become numb

assuming things have to be

this way, well they don't...ok?

I'm sick and tired of fearing,

and hearing a note of apathy

in the anthem that you sing to me,

when clearly destiny is all that is free.

When we finally assume responsibility

and stop being victims of the system

that we created.

We made it, so we can change it.

If it does burn down,

in the aftermath of ash

upon the ground, truth will be found.

Let that song resound off the

purple mountains majesty,

from sea to shining sea,

drowning out the star spangled banner's

unholy clamor of glory in war,

when the only thing worth fighting

for is peace.

So the deceased can at least

be released from this life not in vain.

Can you hear the refrain of that melody?

The change starts with me and with you.

So do what you should, what you would

if you had no limits, because the

truth is we are limitless,

regardless of what you have been taught,

and brought up to believe.

Breathe....and reprieve the condemnation

of this "one nation under God",

because it's one world, and if there is a God,

his favors unfurled upon
the whole planets surface,

and without love we're worthless.

So love life and live,

and in doing so give something back.

The fact of our pack, is that we have the knack

to shake things up, and if you give a damn,

start shaking, and making a plan,

to bring down "the man", and replace his face

with the billions who stand in his place.

United, because divided, we are falling.

My voice in calling out a lyrical shout!

Joining with others in our new world song,

the volume is rising,

c'mon, sing along.

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Shining Star

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One shining star in a thousand,

brightly out does the rest.

All the others exclaim,

out of us all, you're the best.

It tells them no, you're all this way,

each as good as me.

It tells them all you need is love,

this they cannot see.

It talks of justice, truth and peace,

miracle they scream!

We will make all live your truth,

twisting up the dream.

One shining star in a thousand,

quietly goes to rest.

All the others weep and grieve,

because it left the nest.

But they have its word to change,

alter as they will.

Make a million more "believe",

if they have to kill.

But truth is always truth,

it is incarnate.

Truth is never evil,

and it is not ever hate.

Some will always have the dream,

buried deep inside,

but others lie to themselves,

throw love aside.

Others need to hide in guilt,

that they create.

Guilt is never truth,

truth is never hate.

One shining star in a thousand,

heaves a heavy sigh.

The others took his truth,

and created new lies.

But some will always strive

to know truth.

Some of us know we'll shine,

love will make us new.

One shining star in a thousand,

a legacy of love.

Its truth cannot be lost though,

it may be covered up.

Years have twisted up its word,

blurring its intent,

but basic truths are there,

though slightly bent.

Jesus, they made a mockery

of your honesty,

but some hear you calling

and hear your truth.

Not read from a book,

truth comes from in you.

One shining star in a thousand,

lives inside of souls,

knowing of your mysteries,

and all of your woes.

Listen to its voice inside you,

you will know truth.

Let it calm so it may teach,

let its love be you.

One shining star in a thousand,

lives inside my heart.

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Dance With Me

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Dance with me sweet thing,

shake it, you wont break it.

Your body flickers like the flame

of some wild crazy candle,

and we dance the night away.

Dance with me sweet thing,

dream it, you can be it.

Your body caresses me

like some soft summer breeze,

and we roll the night away.

Dance with me sweet thing,

be it, can you see it?

Your body has the fire

of a flowing red volcano,

and i dream the night away.

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