Bullets & love


god and the eff word in the same writing…

annie lebowitz


I had a debate about God today.

It was about god. Where is god. Where are we searching for that connectedness, and when we find it, what in the fuck are we supposed to do with it?

We agreed, the idea of a god, whatever that looks like, is within ourselves. Agreed.

The debate came in the aftermath of that finding…

Once we have “it”…

His thought was, you keep it, you nurture and develop. The best thinkers of all time are those who isolated and grew who they were.

My thought; what is the purpose of this growth and development. Do we not keep what we give away. Does “paying it forward” not only enhance the lives of others, but also keep our fire lit for the very thing that keeps our souls sane? We are wired for connection, if that connection can bring light, spread light into the lives of others, then DO SO. This dark world desparately needs to be illuminated. As he put it, if you are lit from within, there is no need to seek out and educate others. They should see it through your actions. Beautifully put I should add. People aren’t smart. A lot of people. They will see what you do, the light you have, and be unsure of how to create a path designed to get there.

I am not smart. I need a fucking map. Burning bushes right in front of me. Floodlights….and even then, I’ll still question and second guess. I want clarity. Step by step instructions. As this friend knows, his fire sparked my fire, through instruction, direction, guidance.

We agreed to disagree, though he made some very valid points. What if they don’t get it? What if they end up resenting you for being “wrong”?

And to that I say; who gives a fuck?

The journey is in the seeking. We don’t FIND God. We continuously search. Forever.




Glorious stylings of Nina Simone

No sign, just poetry

Rumi, frost, Dante, Shakespeare, where is he…
Complete works. Pablo neruda.
I crouch
I flip
One page is folded over, marking it’s spot.
It’s marking the sonnet. Our sonnet:

I love you the way certain dark things are to be loved.

My breath quickens. My knees hit the floor. My face begins to flush.

I’ve not read these words for months. Purposely. Trying to forget.

What does this mean?


This means nothing.
Another appreciated these words as I do, as we did. The stars have not aligned.

It’s simple a page.
Folded to mark the beautiful words.
Of a beautiful poet.


Happily ever…never


WWRD : What Would Rogers Do


I will go forth without fear.
I have a hunger for knowledge, growth and an eagerness to help people.
I have out fear before my desire to grow for a long time.

In this time:
My needs will be met.
I will have a roof over my head and food in my belly.
There will be struggle.
I will second guess myself.
I will WISH I had more.

My purpose on this planet was not to be the Starbucks customer of the month, or see the most concerts, or to eat out at fancy restaurants… I was put here to do good work, better work than what I’m doing now.

I’m capable of more.
My time on this planet is more valuable than what I’m giving.
Rather than slowly create a life of solitude and grief;

Extinguishing the fire of Wonder Woman

What happens when Wonder Woman’s fire goes out?
When all that she has fought for turns to ash.
When the heroes she held on pedestals become mere mortals traipsing amongst men.
When the love she had for good over evil becomes a blurred and fuzzy line.
When that line is a line that she stands on the right side of. And she stands there alone.
Is the battle still worth it? Do you suggest she rise each day with force and vigour attempting to conquer?

She’s tired now…
The fire is out.
It’s time to rest.

Fight your own fucking battle.



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