Our Honest Jesters

Why do we hunt for truth

for those who were once our jesters?

There is more comedy in truth than comedy now

and we are but only in the first throws

of the labels in this century’s era.

Comic overthrough

and a degeneration of a mass produced culture

full of plastic and dead beauty.

Need not sacrifice joy in the revolution

but expand it

and find it one day sustainable.

10/18/15

Dare I say What God is?  or Losing My Religion (Millenial Remix)

Dare I say what god is?
Well as a poet and a self-inclined philosopher, of course I do.
I believe in god, but as a concept. There has never been any society or culture since the beginning of humankind that did not have a word and concept for what is god.  
With that said, you may ask if I believe in a physical god, or even an afterlife?
No, but I wouldn’t spurn someone’s belief in either as long as they live as a good person and use their belief to better themselves and not oppress other’s individuality.
And with that said, further I must decree I am neither atheist nor christian, I do not feel the depth of my beliefs can be summed up in one simple label of any kind. And here is the other thing, I am not the only one who is this way.  
Millennials are the least religious generation alive today, and the reason is as I stated above. What is one label, one trivial definition for meaning, life, or god, to anyone but the shallow?  
The answer is nothing, it is nothing to people like me, nothing.

Trash of the Gods.  Chapter 6. Junior Year, a chunk of life in 300 words or less.

Junior year I didn’t see much of Robert, I still hung out with Steve and the guys but Robert was rarely around, he had some girl friend junior year, Vicky, and he still had the heroine.
I still didn’t know about the heroine yet, but every time I did see Robert, his arms and legs were bruised. I would later realize these were track marks. Either I was in denial or really ignorant of the reality of the situation, or maybe I was too fucked up, in any case I just had no idea Robert really needed help.
 Some of the time, on days we’d actually see him, he’d be light hearted and warm, and I just thought he was super stoned.  
On other days he would just be out right vicious. It was as if he had to either fight someone or break something, he just lashed out at everyone like he had to destroy for the sake of destroying.
And he started to bully his friends, especially me.
That would be his days going through withdrawal.
And while all that went on; 
I was high and drunk most of the year.
I almost failed physics.
I got into a fight with a fat racist kid who was obsessed with Glenn Beck.
I almost dated a blonde republican girl who tried to get me clean. I didn’t get clean. She went back to her boyfriend. He looked very smug at me as he walked to her car one day.
That’s all I can remember from junior year.