The God Poem

I asked my God in times of doubt

Where are you and I am in trouble

He said I am inside your brain

Waiting for you to wake up and find

That Heaven and Hell are all inside you

Holy Ghost and Satan are right inside you

Sin and Virtue are choices for you

You will get what you choose

you will pay for what you give

you will pay for what you give

back to the universe

but when it is all done

and you are done with the logic and beliefs

I will be the one who hugs

you to sleep when you are alone

I am the voice in your head

When no one calls you on the phone

To remind you Son

You were loved when you were born

You will be missed

When you die

The ground beneath will soak

Tears when you cry

I am GOD and I exist

in a part of your brain

All you have to do

Is stop making excuses

And wake up

And smell whatever you choose



dreaming the American dream

I need a letter to get a visa in fact I need six

Then I need a lawyer and a job sponsor

Once I have the visa I can get a job

Once I have a job I can have a car

Once I have a car I can have credit history

Once I do that I can have a house

Once I have a house I can have a dog

And then I can talk to the dog

and tell him what it means to be

a dreamer dreaming the American dream

Once I have all that

I think I am going to only want more

Sin and Sex

when the lights go out there is no color to my skin

when the sheets are smooth there is no virtue no sin

if God did not want us to be tempted why did he give you breasts

if my eyes did not want you why do they finally fail these tests

when your light skin merges with my brown tone

when there is love au natural and no one on the phone

when there is no hypocrisy and no manipulation to get me in bed

I shall be forgiven for my sins but let me dance till I am dead

let me watch the children play and laugh at night

let me watch before the demons burn away my sight

let me sing and let me sigh for all the beauty around

I am a metaphorical Dick today but I hope you like my sound

You may be a metaphorical Pussy Cat when the lights mellow out

We play with metaphors honey when the mind is full of doubts

Someday we will meet in flesh  in face in time

Burn my visas and passports and commit fresh crimes

Till then it is you alone with your fingers and me with my hand

As we use them to type poetry and what else do you understand

For sex is a cliche and romance died on the beach

I have so many things to learn and you have many things to teach



we are the misfits and now you need us

we are the misfits the ones staring alone at the phone

the ones reading Wikipedia when the world was surfing porn

the ones celebrating art and beauty of God’s planet than his book

the ones walking with the heads down and our eyes averted

now you need us now you say you love us that you always did

to jailbreak your phones from the tyranny of corporations

to make your websites easier for single moms to get healthcare

to work uncomplainingly in your hotels and say How May I Help You

for if Angels can fall we were just misfits in the society we were born by accident

we chose the religion because our fathers threatened to take our supper away

we chose the faith to escape the fact that we dont really belong and will never will

we were broken in manifold ways but that is the only way we could learn to repair the world

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Dinner Out

Is it my sinful heart, or is it Satan at work again

Are there demonic forces, or is it just the super natural pain

Is it a restless heart, or is it a bipolar mind

Is it the guilt of a son I left behind

Do I love the instant and am I afraid of staying alone

I am the man with a machine gun for a computer phone

Do I need Annie Oakley who can cook dal

Or do I need a dog who can sit at my feet in fall

Am I wandering poet with a Jewish last name

Am I renegade pirate who is playing the spy game

In this moment of a death defying leap

Am I a Radio head singing Creep

Or am I just confused and hungry for love

A sign from heavens to part above

Some dinner would be nice and it would be awesome and swell

Dinner out with a twelve year scotch and I will tell