*People are born only at the moment they come to terms with spiritual liberty.
-Jean Sulivan


*The Christian world seems to have patiently accomplished the feat of transforming the most scathing part of its message, Paul's song of liberation, into an object of sickly hymns and mental illusions, a refuge for misfits, leaving atheism to rediscover the explosion of liberty at the heart of life.
-Jean Sulivan




in my head was a single conversation
robed like royalty in an amalgam of antagonism
it said
there's too little blood feeding dead trees

neath the brains of the dead
lay the blood of the slaughtered

as enemies
they won't kiss
but their bodies bleed

i hear them drowning in whispers
like soldiers drugging themselves for bravery
churning and chugging out the drama of war

they drag us to death
as if we needed the ride

who will stop them once the engines roar
once reason knows marijuana as fuel for the road?

even our leaders sleep upon peace

why fear?
we'll love them with might
digging them from their privileged graves
piling their bones upon the festive fire

joy will fill our hearts
and we'll wonder why we waited so long