Now

Right now... has passed.

The past... is right now. 

Am I on the way

Or am I running in place?

My world spins constantly...

Tomorrow speeding towards me.

There now went

And fell off the cliff of another moment

A moment spent creating another spent moment.

Was that tomorrow...

Or is it yesterday?

Feels the same either way.

What does it mean

To always be between?

Remember when tomorrow was a mystery?

Yesterday so easy to see.

Was it real as it is going to be

Or fantasy disguised in reality?

Stuck on repeat

Now doesn't breathe.

Now doesn't sleep.

Inhale draped in exhale.

Waking and falling.

Now is everywhere.

Right here and over there.

Knows the forgotten.

Resurrects the rotten.

Now is unbeatable.

Albeit unwinnable.

Now is King.

Now is Queen.

Now is nothing.

Now is everything.

Now is who.

Now is what.

Now is where.

Now is when.

Now is how.

Now is why.

Now is forever

And can never die.

God Man God woMAN

Wait

I figured it out 

God cannot be a woman

 

If God created everything

And man was created in God's image 

Then all of creation is simply god staring at a reflection of himself

In a mirror that he made

A reflection he created out of pure conscious astoundment

At his own prowess and sheer genius

Oh yes

God doesnt just spend time looking at himself

To make himself more beautiful and correct his imperfections

Because he is infinitely perfect in every way imaginable fathomable and possible

Singularly capable of outshining all of creation

He is the definition of absolute perfection

And I am his imperfect reflection-

God's only imperfection.

I am that feeling you get when your husband's beautiful ex girlfriend walks in the room

I am the acidic disgust your intestines must process when your girlfriend squirms as The Rock take his shirt off on the big screen.

Distorting God's reflection gives him that vibe you get when the dentist points a drill at your gums

And he says .... Don't.... move...

God is everything right about Game of Thrones Seasons 1-5

I am everything wrong with 6, 7, and 8.

So if God is George R.R. Martin 

Then I am Dan and Dave???

HOW CAN GOD BE A WOMAN??

If God were a woman she would dress us up like her little dolls and brush our perfectly sewn in hair til IT shined specifically like the Pacific perfectly reflecting the sunshine.

When I said IT I didnt mean the clown but clowns also wear makeup to hide their frowns

If God were a woman she would be so insecure about her reflection that she too would never stop looking at herself but also check her 'friends'' reflections at the same time.

If God were a woman she would never see perfection in any of her creation but she would always see that tiny piece of lint in dire need of removal.

Yes if God were a woman she would nit pick EVERY situation.

She would be everything right about Sex and the City 

And everything wrong with Mean Girls.

If God were a woman she would see her children as her only perfect reflection and profusely inject her insecurity into our genetic identity.

And I know what you are thinking.

All of this sounds exactly like reality.

Everybody is stuck on themselves and God is simply an abstract concept we cant explain, quantify, or qualify no matter how hard we try so we just bump into his or her eternal reflections til we die.

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Conscious War

To be at war means to not be at peace. 

Therefore when I am not at peace with myself then I am at war with myself. 

Fighting battles on multiple fronts. Facing invasions launched from the base of others' expectations. Seeking shelter from a rain of fire pouring down on my self inflicted conflagrations. 

The images of the damage I see to my bloodline expose the poor defense I put up against my beloved pride and arrogance. 

An army of me's battling for the moment. For a spotlight and planting for future consciously fueled photosynthesis fertilizing my path with improvised implosive devices.

I could mount a response but I would rather mount a dragon.

I could aim tanks at my anxiety but I would rather have a tank of gas so I could fly over it.

Part of me revels in misery and the other part revels in toxic inhumanity.

Inner savagery and warfare began to define me before 3.

Such a small piece of space the religious mind can be.

NO to the North...NO to the South...NO to the East...NO to the West.

NO from Here to There.

NO from Yesterday to Tomorrow.

From Tomorrow to Forever NO is the only boundary I see.

NO Hope.

NO Science.

NO History.

NO Connection.

NO Peace.

NO Love.

NO Planet.

I was alone to me and my own crafts.  I drafted a Constitution of Confusion and The Hall of Regret is my Smithsonian Institution.

The dust never gets time to truly settle before the sirens are going off again and my mind says run but my heart says stand and I am once again ripped down the middle with each of them holding one hand looking into my eyes with one question pouring from THEIR eyes... 

Which way do we go?

The only way I know to go...

NO

#Quorizma