The Devil you created.

You've created your own gods and devils. You have divided the land and exiled your brothers into the barren desert to be eaten by vultures. You have destroyed their cities and plundered their villages. You have killed their women and children in the name of your god. The day of Judgment is at hand. The blood of the slain cry's out from the ground. The oppressed have united against you. Action to reaction, the pendulum swings. You have cast the arch-angel from heaven, You have banished Adam from the garden. You exiled Hagar and Ishmael into the wasteland. You have claimed possession over that which you have no right to possess. You have dug your own grave, created your own devil, and made your bed in hell. They have established their own kingdom and created their own god. Their god as well requires blood for the remission of sins. Vengeance is the lords. They write their own book. They have their own commandments and prophecies...the red letter edition...the warrior prophets inscribe their letters with the blood of their oppressors. They spell RESTITUTION. You may run but you can't hide. Your sins will find you out. The law of restitution will not be thwarted by your false authorities. Justice will prevail and you will pay for your sins. You will reap what you have sown. God requires blood for the remission of sins. 

James Dean.

I wear my heart on my sleeve, just like James Dean...A box of lucky strikes and a book of matches. I wear my heart on my sleeve, just like James Dean...I ain't got nowhere else to put it. Maybe someday, someday I'll fly away, but today I think I'll stay underneath this golden sun. I'm gonna roam these streets with my guitar and my dirty knees cuz I still got a song to play.

Prayer to a Goddess.

Please allow me to Love you. I am willing and able. Everything that I have, I bring to your table. Please take my hand as I make my stand. For the right woman I'll be a good man. Love me True. Treat me right. I will worship you every day and night. My Goddess my queen of my life and my dreams, You are the one for whom my soul sings. You fill my heart with a burning desire. You are the spark that sets my soul on fire.

The moment is Now.

Pulling in...creating a space for myself...Solitude...Reflection...Taking time in the moment to remember the cycle of history that has led me to this very moment. This moment of NOW is a mark on the arc of a circle...I am suspended between the past and the future..HERE is the spot on the sphere. I am here and now. This is where the universe has led me and this is where I shall be until the cosmos urges me elsewhere. To BE in the present is to see the whole sphere...the entire circle represented in a micro-cosmical caricature which is this present moment of NOW. This moment contains both the past and the future in the present. The past does not exist as the past anymore. It has been encompassed in this moment. The remnants remain in a different form. The temple has been rebuilt from the ruins of the old. The future has not yet been written.