Misunderstanding Guaranteed


One hand open and the other closed in a fist,

Offensively prepared in order to defend.

Straightened out after almost dying,

But why does it have to be that mortality is the only reason to try and make sense?


I’m amazed at what my eyes have seen,

But all the more amazed at how limited I am in perspective and insight.

My trust is much like when I try to hold your hand,

Strained at best; painful and unsure, uneasily making an effort for something desired and also frightening.

Cold winds have become a pleasure in this life with almost constant muscle pain;

While the stiffness is enhanced, it reminds me of the privilege is to be alive.

Humanity is a strange activity more often than not,

The closer you come to dying;

You may end up feeling more alive.


Walking a sidewalk is more akin to swimming in a sea of misinterpretation,

Surrounded by floundering intentions and emotions.

Masked attendants stand at corners waiting to cross the street,

When they can’t even understand how to interact with another human being.

Any questions?

Don’t expect an answer.




Morning Oration

No matter how it is presented,

Or how it is supposedly justified,

Hypocrisy is one of the ugliest human traits.


So, what do you do when you’re the hypocrite?

The filth and poison being released into the world,

Is a burden you’re responsible for creating.

I knew most any trust I’d even imagined to possessing had been broken,

But I didn’t intend to forget what trust was altogether.

Unfortunately, I believe it happened because it just made things easier.


When the face you hate seeing most is your own,

You look only when required;

And make haste otherwise.

I’ve really done it this time,

And this is the oddity of mistakes.

Whence you’ve recognized you’ve lost your way,

It doesn’t always mean you need to discover a new path.

You may have run out of all resources possible to have and need to rest,

You may backtrack and seemingly digress;

But never, should you ever, give up and surrender.


I want to desire to trust others again,

But I believe must learn how to trust myself first.

How and why should I expect to trust people I’m around occasionally,

If I can’t be bothered to trust the person I am and will be for all time?



“I’m Christian”

What do you mean when you say, “I’m Christian”?

Does that mean you go to church every sunday?

Does it mean you go on Easter and Christmas and give money if you have change in your pocket?

Do you even know God?

Do you want to?

Unfortunately the answers to most of these questions in respect to the Christian majority,

Are quite blurry and varied it seems.

Do we really want God to be known for making nothing but ignorant people except for when it comes to schemes?

Schemes on how to start a cult, judge all of mankind, and starting multi-million dollar brands all in the name of God?

Because if this really is what it means to be a “Christian”,

Count me out.

You may ask what God I mean,

And I’ll kindly tell you that I mean the only one that actually exists.

The one who with many names, three persons who are all united as one, and the one who is the main focus of probably one of the most scrutinized yet demanded books worldwide.

The one they call Yahweh,YHWH, or Elohim.

A Savior, A Martyr, A Father, A Friend, A King.

A Creator, Sustainer, Innovator, Inventor, Doctor, etc. .

That is who I mean,

And no he’s not distant.

He’s here with me,

Even as I write this for your eyes to see.

From Attila to Zadok,

Benedetto to Yael;

He is the holy designer of all people and things!

I’m not concerned with religion, ritual, denomination, pastor, or priest,

Confession, rosaries, beads, books, theologies, or doctrines.

My main concern is the person, God.

Knowing who He is and being interested in knowing him the way I would my other friends.

To those who have been hurt by “christians” or “church people”,

Please accept my apology if you would.

We still can’t seem to figure out who our neighbor is,

So we do a lame job at loving our neighbor as ourself.

To those offended, questioning, or pushed away simply because you had a different view;

Accept my apology, to you I make this plea.

Christian or not, if we can’t see eye to eye instantly

we often shoot words without thinking.

Lastly, to all the “christians”:

Check out Matthew 16:24-25,

And talk to the God you “believe” in about what your like inside and out.

But don’t forget, God does respond.

So remember to pause, be silent for a bit, wait patiently, and listen.


 “And a lawyer stood up and put Him to the test, saying, “Teacher, what shall I do to inherit eternal life?” 26 And He said to him, “What is written in the Law? How does it read to you?” 27 And he answered, “You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your strength, and with all your mind; and your neighbor as yourself.” 28 And He said to him, “You have answered correctly; do this and you will live.” 29 But wishing to justify himself, he said to Jesus, “And who is my neighbor?”

The Good Samaritan(30-37)

30 Jesus replied and said, “A man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, and fell among robbers, and they stripped him and beat him, and went away leaving him half dead. 31 And by chance a priest was going down on that road, and when he saw him, he passed by on the other side. 32 Likewise a Levite also, when he came to the place and saw him, passed by on the other side. 33 But a Samaritan, who was on a journey, came upon him; and when he saw him, he felt compassion, 34 and came to him and bandaged up his wounds, pouring oil and wine on them; and he put him on his own beast, and brought him to an inn and took care of him. 35 On the next day he took out two denarii and gave them to the innkeeper and said, ‘Take care of him; and whatever more you spend, when I return I will repay you.’ 36 Which of these three do you think proved to be a neighbor to the man who fell into the robbers’hands?” 37 And he said, “The one who showed mercy toward him.” Then Jesus said to him,“Go and do the same.” Luke 10:25-37 NASB