June 25, 2016 · 12:42 pm

PRETZELS & CHOCOLATE
(rented room, cigarettes)
I am eating pretzels
and they are hard
but splinter into salty crumbs
with the merest bite
they only satisfy
part of my tongue
(rented room, cigarettes)
so I pick up the chocolate
greedy for it to melt
against my palate
sucking the firm square
feeling it mold to me
the way I imagine
my body molds to yours
(rented room, cigarettes)
retaining the character of sweetness
to complement the salt
to balance my mouth
I am eating chocolate
thinking of us
together
(rented room, cigarettes)

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June 25, 2016 · 12:29 pm
We wept. Thinking of flying. And beauty. True poem, this.
June 25, 2016 · 12:28 pm
Dude! Everything on this list is stuff EVERYBODY should be doing. Isn’t “bipolar” a slur for “very passionate?” Why does being more sensitive, more passionate, have to be a “disease?” Shouldn’t society be adjusting to our biological evolution? Not the other way round, with drugs & shock treatments & chemical lobotomy.
June 24, 2016 · 10:31 am
Dr. Arfa Masihuddin

It was raining heavily.
A beautiful sunset melting into the darkness of the night against the backdrop of tired birds flying back to their intricate nests, had perfectly completed the painting of her imagination. And the melodious reminder of life that was hitting the wooden roof of her cottage was tranquilizing her soul. She was at peace.
Glancing down at the book in her lap, she thoughtfully sipped on her tea. It was deliciously warm in her big, yellow mug. Smiling at her eccentricity, she read the inscription on the ceramic :
“When I was a child, I saw God, I saw angels;
I watched the mysteries of the higher and lower worlds. I thought all men saw the same.
At last I realized that they did not see.…
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June 8, 2016 · 5:14 pm
“When people are terrorized, the smartest parts of our brain tend to shut down,” says Dr. Bruce Perry, Senior Fellow of the ChildTrauma Academy. 
April 21, 2016 · 9:09 am
A Lawyer's Prayers
Trading floor at Chicago Board of Trade (PD)
Jewelers, the shopping channels on cable television, and the Commodity Exchanges worldwide all identify gold and silver as “precious” metals. The Apostle Peter, however, had a different understanding.
“Knowing that you were ransomed…not with perishable things such as silver or gold, but with the precious blood of Christ…” (1 Pet. 1: 18).
Lord Jesus, the world can weigh heavily on us. Others may fail to see the value of our work or fail to see us at all. Our dreams may shatter, and our hearts break. Satan stands ready at moment’s notice to whisper in our ear that we are worthless, our efforts useless. But those are lies.
You made us in Your image, Lord. Our worth is measured not by our accomplishments, but rather by Your great love for us…Your willingness to die in our place, the ransom for…
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April 21, 2016 · 9:07 am
An abuse survivor’s views on child abuse, its aftermath, and abuse-related issues
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March 21, 2016 · 10:17 am
How Art Thou Received? (a prayer for refugees)
Imagine: suddenly, without warning (because that is how war arrives) you are a war refugee! Simply running away from being murdered. And how are you received when you can finally stop running, when you are out of range of the guns, the bombs, the blood? No countries to take you. No one to feed you. You are a skeletal pawn in a skeletal game.
Embalmed corpses declare war on the living and fight for their “territory” against other embalmed corpses using armies of young people; embalmed corpses feeding on fresh, young blood.
I know something is very wrong, somewhere. It must be addressed, and addressed properly. Our prayer, our incantation, our spell to heal, must be more powerfully crafted, more distilled, more essential, than was the horrid spell we are trying to break: a tradition of might over right, strong but wrong, a spell of ignorance which has caused so much harm, and is trying to do more… powered by the love of power, the love of control over people.
The scarred parts of the heart can be replenished; the broken parts, glued; the weak parts, strengthened; the fear assuaged, the pain relieved. But the desire to change, to truly alchemize oneself, spin that straw into gold… the gold of the sun… the silver of the stars… the red planet… the North Star… primal navigation by looking not at the ground, but by looking up, to the sky… that kind of desire doesn’t visit often.
If you want to know where you are going, be sure your map is accurate, or at least doesn’t kill you. Migrating birds know this. Power & Liberation. Slave & free. Joy & Suffering. High & low.
Craving slaves, some are trying to roll us back to serfdom, only they can use our own science & technology to rape us! Serfdom: tied by birth to land. You are a pawn, a source of income; in thrall to your Lord and Master. Freeing serfs is always a struggle. Brute force arm-wrestles the human race, and brute force often pins people to the mat, but… you cannot keep people down for long. The oppressed will continue to spring up and defend their inalienable human rights. All people are created equal: including our ancestors, who existed long before the self-anointed first “private property” owners. Human beings are endowed by their creator with certain inalienable rights, yes? The earth cannot belong to any one of us. Period. We own this planet. All of us.
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