The Obligatory COVID-19 Blog Post or Mah Mah Mah my Corona!

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Being a person who identifies as a writer I felt it would be prudent to write something about this sheltering in place and the slow melting of liberties previously believed to have been given to us by God. Though it seems that was all lip service and it is the government that gives them too us. The Gov giveth and taketh away. I am not going to do that. I will not sit and pound …

What is Crossfit?

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Recently it has come to the attention of humanity that sitting around eating the most decadent of snack cakes, packaged in cellophane while guzzling the equivalent of liquid bread may not be good for you. In fact, the pancreas was recently removed from the medical books because doctors were pretty sure no one had any interest in using it the right way. This positioned the pancreas to become the favorite organ of muscle-bound hipsters with …

Creative Lament

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I have drawn, painted, and wrote in some form or fashion since I could hold a pencil or other marking implement. If you have read more than three posts on this site then you probably already know that my interests are scattered to the point that it makes it hard to be good at anything. I like my creativity like I like my beer. Never the same thing twice. Two themes have stuck with me …

The Darkest Side of Kanye West’s Album; Jesus Is King

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Image By Kanye West is a Christian. Let it sink in.1 I have often said that when it comes to humanity the most beautiful things start with a confession of how dark we are inside. My gut reaction to the news of Kanye West’s faith was immediate skepticism. That sentence does not do justice to how ugly that is. We believe as Christians that when someone accepts Christ2, they are a new creation, the old …

In All Things Charity

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I have been caught up just like a lot of people in the swirling miasma1 of blatnant, nuanced yet undefined corruption that is the world at large. It is like humidity that sticks to the skin. You can not see it but you can feel it and you can not get away from it. The wicked prosper and their most profitable venture is tearing each other apart. This leaves me not knowing who to root …

Click and Whir

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The old fan clicks and whirs. I need to repair it. I click and whir when I think, about everything that needs replacing. The broken things and the whirring fan fall away sometimes, and I get to see the threads back to you.

Next To The Purple Wood

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To the liquor store we went.The lightest of blues and yellows mingled.in the sky casting its purple hue.The atmosphere mingling all fall colors.With that purple ethereal nostalgia, a road traveled often.I lost my purpose for the trip.Like a soldier forgetting the mission.Dad listened to music about pimps.I did to, it hung in my brain.Next to the image of the purple wood.

Schrodinger’s Spiritual Mind

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Schrodinger’s spiritual mind both alive and dead.A swelling desire to dwell on the eternal.The carnal inspiration of the darker thoughts.loneliness and anger war against the lovely and pure.Staring into a sunrise over mountains while counting my sins and offenses. A swelling din of joy growing at the sight, the sound of the beloved.Into the fog of melancholy nihilism, fatalistic grind, the rut.Rise above I tell myself, breath in the fog its good for the lungs.See …

A Second Chance at Coffee

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One slip, one unfinshed task, one meInsufficent quantum mental nodesOrganic processor ran hot Stuck looping unreasonable expectationsImterstellar contium terminated by “oops”I forgot my laptop Late to work already after Raked over the coals of joyful inadequacyThe seams; can’t you see them they loosen, bust into spaceAnd I am undone in the few miles it takes to go and return.While I am there getting what I forgotI fill my cup again A second chance at coffee.

A Hard Peace

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A toddler’s demanding cry.A teen’s frustrating whine.A child’s roll of the eye.A coworker’s biting reply.A spouse’s sharp decry. My heart is hard.My eyes are blind.Under all human action,A desperate link.Be it hurt, truth, madness or sin,True evil, virtue or a deafening inner dinThe man with empathy, wisdom and love combined,There in his heart grows the peacemaker’s vine A toddler’s demanding cry.The confusion of youth and dependence imbibe. A teen’s frustrating whine.The scaffolding is set build …