Maybe I was meant to cry anyway
Maybe I was going to fall
in love anyway
Maybe I should stop being so dam
superstitious and reading so much
into things
Seeing the hand of god in everything

I’m sorry to say I hate this world
I hate it how it drags us away
from everything that truly matters
I hate it how we preach hate
And competitiveness and fear and
separation how I am part of this world
And we suffer
We suffer although we know what’s good for us
So let me believe in angels
Because we can be
I’ve seen it
I saw it today when I fed myself
I saw it when I implored
for patience at the man
kicking the back of my chair
in the middle of the sermon when I was trying to concentrate and have a fucking
spiritual experience,
patience
I hear it all the time
Mercy in Iraq, people being
unexplainably kind
They say we fight a war against terrorism but we don’t
We fight a war against ourselves
Against our fears, against our hate
Which wolf are we feeding today?
I hate this world that has so much food with so little nutritional content
I hate this world that force feeds us
information coming out of our ears
we are bloated and never satisfied
I hate this world that makes us obese and tired too young and too without noticing
That’s why I’m not of this world
I’m of a new earth I create
I’ve read in books, there’s others
There’s other too who are too sick
and tired to bother
To speak, to fight with arms
So we write, we write with our hearts and we let them bleed and fight the bloodiest battle
Until we all die
in the battlefield
Our words or bloodstains
Stain the ground you stand on
As prove we once lived
and died fighting and writing the story running through our
bloodstream.