Monday, July 4, 2011

precariously hanging

We've had some fun
and laughed together...
but what if i told you
i don't believe in God
nope,...not at all
We've cried together
shit, you've even used my shoulder
for hugs
but what if i told you i
don't believe in pretend medicine
packaged in the alternative

We've discussed in length
about all our angst for the people
that drive us nuts
But what if you knew
or i told you
i support people equally
wholeheartedly
gays, bisexuals - anyone really
should be the same as me
by
law

You and I we've shared some secrets
things only you and i will know
But what if i told you that spirituality
means nothing
and the energy you speak of, does not exist
so no, i don't believe in faith, ghosts
or make believe
There are times when i reflect
great stories, bonding over common
occurrences in birth
but you never knew
and what if you did
i don't support spiritual feminism
because it undermines women's intelligence
and credibility?

What if i spread the word
shared on Internet spaces
to the world about my distaste
of things like anti-vax communicators
chiropractors pretending to
be doctors
and people who think they know
a lot because "it makes sense"
to them
feels good to them
like a shot of morphine to
accept nonsense blaming gov't
or big establishment
all the while forgetting
you are accepting
tales from the small who's now larger
than life
all the while
not realizing -  it's growth and greed
as though they're preaching
is scripture
or prescription
what would you do if you knew
about me.

i quietly sit with my
mouth sewn shut
when you tell me how ancient
wisdom helps you every day
should i quietly keep my opinions
in a safe
to save the friendship we have
today
why is it that if our friendship hangs
so precariously in on
this cliff
so that i may still call us friends
would you still like me the way
i am - if you knew?

Books to Read

  • Demon Haunted World - Carl Sagan
  • Bearing Witness