For the past few months I have felt something heavy upon me, a cloud above me, and my light somewhat dimmed. I could blame the weather (although it is becoming beautiful as of late). I could blame many things, people, places, events, but...
I choose to blame myself.

"Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!
The world is holy! The soul is holy! The skin is holy!
The nose is holy! The tongue and cock and hand
and asshole holy!
Everything is holy! everybody's holy! everywhere is
holy! everyday is in eternity! Everyman's an
angel!
The bum's as holy as the seraphim! the madman is

For those who think you are weak:
Tell them: "I am empowered!"

For those who think you are strong:
Tell them: "I am stronger than you know!"

For those who think you are inhuman:
Tell them: "I am more human than thou!"

If you think I am religious:
"I AM NOT!"
If you think I am a consumer:
"I choose not to be!"

I am.... I.
And that is all.

"Anarchism, really stands for the liberation of the human mind from the dominion of religion; the liberation of the human body from the dominion of property; liberation from the shackles and restraint of government."

-Emma Goldman

My Liberation from Religion -

Another word, I will fall.
Another word, I will be incomplete.

We seek the words of others, to carry us through the day.
I seek the word of my brothers, to make my life okay.
I long for the words of my children, to tell me that I am alright.
I beg for the thoughts of the others, to tell if I may or I might.

If this is the course of our nature
Let us bend, let us break, let us curse.

For the past few weeks, I have been anticipating the coming of Fall. The leaves are already turning to brilliant Yellows, and Light Greens. The air is cool, and not as stifling as the summer heat. My spirit has been begging for a Re-Awakening. As the changing of the seasons my soul is going through some enormous changes.

One shot fired through the empty room,
My spirit stays asleep.
My mouth begs for your open thoughts of doom
To trickle down the slippery slope.
Your "mind" tells you how,
"You" follow.
I wonder what difference it would make
In another life, if I was rich,
If I was strong,
If I thought like you, where would we be?
In the same empty room
With "priceless" things scattered abroad