Found Art Tuesday: Present

The past and the future are one and the same
To believe otherwise is a short-sighted game
       Outside of uncertainty
       Right now is eternity
The light of a pure and perpetual flame

The case of Joseph Frederick

You've probably heard all about this case by now. Of course, anything having to do with "bong hits" that makes it all the way to the Supreme Court is bound to make some headlines. And so that the breath of history does not exhale too quickly, I've written this limerick to help us retain it in our collective short-term memory banks.
(Also, stay tuned for my series on the Seven Deadly Sins, coming soon.)

Joe Frederick's a student who does as he pleases
He one time put forth an unorthodox thesis
       The principal frowned
       But Joe held his ground
His 14-foot banner read "Bong Hits 4 Jesus"

Transcendence

or, How God grew tired of me and my flippancy

"Also Sprach the Lord"
Last night I saw God and He spoke to me thus:
"Why must you people all make such a fuss?
       You pray for your nation,
       But I am Creation!"
So therefore we're equal, and He's just like us

"In the Belly of the Whale"
A metaphor helps with the truth to unveil
See for yourself what's inside of a whale
       A dark hollow place
       With some hard facts to face
Without inner wisdom you're certain to fail

"Look and See"
It's no easy order obtaining the truth
Dredging through Daniel, Elijah and Ruth
       If you see it inside
       They'll charge you with pride
Or question their creed and they call you uncouth

Found Art Tuesday

Happy Father's Day
Actually, everyday is father's day in this house. But alas, I'm not the father, only the son, on a perpetual quest for his spiritual father. My biological father lives here, where we're able to provide for his basic needs.

Under the general heading of administative malarky, please allow to mention that my computer has been encountering severe technical hurdles this month. You should, therefore, a) forgive me for not updating the blog and the links as much or as often as I would like, and b) express your sincere gratitude for my even updating it at all. Thank you, and please pardon the interruption. We now return to our regular programming.

"Father"
I once had a teacher, role model and guide
The world I'd ask, and he'd duly provide
       Taking my hand
       So I might understand
That now is my chance to be there at his side

Survival of the wettest

Thanks for all your support everyone, but after withdrawing into my shell in typical Cancerian fashion, I've now returned to the land of the living. And truth be told, I probably wasn't quite as bad as I made it out to sound. And, in fact, it wasn't even really a migraine, just a tedious headache that lasted about a week and was accompanied by several sticky nights of profuse perspiration. Whatever it was, I have no idea, but I'm over it now, so let's all crack open a box of hemp granola and drench it with calcium fortified rice non-dairy beverage. Woo-hoo!

While I was in my cave, I did have a chance to consider our place in the universe. And wouldn't you know it, I made no major breakthroughs, just some Limericks. If Noah ever collected any literary specimens, I hope this pair of Limericks would be invited to board his ark, hand-in-hand.

"The Jurassic Age"
This orb was long ruled by reptillian giants
Who preyed on the weak with audacious defiance
       And nearly forever
       Though not very clever
A lesson therein from the pages of science

"The Human Scourge"
Mankind is in need of a better direction
Consuming and killing with savage perfection
       Where lies the answer
       To this bipedal cancer?
What can be done to contain the infection?

Found Art Tuesday

This week's theme is light. I spent the day searching for a glimmer of hope at the bottom of a dark pit. Hopefully your day has been a whole lot better than mine.

"Light"
The sky knows no bounds to the ashy-crowned lark
The grass never browns when you walk through the park
       But their joy has no place
       Until sorrow they taste
You can't see the light till you stand in the dark

"Migraine Melancholia"
The morsels of time drag out longer and longer
With my corpulent head throbbing stronger and stronger
       My mind in a flurry
       My vision all blurry
What used to be right's looking wronger and wronger

Wake up and live some more

"Free Will"
There once was a question of fate
Do we choose it, or simply just wait?
            It's more than a ride
            No, you must decide
Fetch your fortune before it's too late

"Existential Bliss"
We live in a world so absurd
There's no meaning — or hadn't you heard?
            But it's cause to rejoice
            For your life is your choice
There's no reason to follow the herd

Wake Up and Live

This is a call to action for the townfolk of Slo County. But it's more than just a call to action, it's a Limerick.
Actually it's less than a call to action, it's a Limerick. Just a Limerick. Just a friendly, harmless, not-particularly-philosophical Limerick, never intending to do anyone any harm.
Wouldn't want to cause any trouble in Paradise, after all.

"Rebel!"
There once was a town so complacent
With sewers and strip malls adjacent
       All shallow and smiling
       So rarely reviling
Their souls remained sheltered and nascent

Praise the Lard!

"The Bored Player"
Oh bother, these hands uneven,
how many seem the same?
My Sunday duds, my king of clubs,
inert as a pair of sevens.
Give it away and pay me bread.
And forget about bets, as we forget our senses.
Feed us hot wings and libation,
when the liver is in peril,
four steins of Kings Cobra, in an hour,
in a story, for empty endeavors.
      --Amen