When encountered with the question, "Do you believe in God", I pretty much knew that no answer that I gave would be acceptable.  For the believers, the very fact that I question such a thing would be a subtle slap in the face of what is true.  For the non-believers, the fact that I didn't dismiss such a thing was akin to a crutch to living and a short-cut to thinking.  For those in-between those bounds, well, perhaps I was thinking too much about all that and not living all this.

For the record, my answer is a steadfast, "Yes."  Symbolically, "God" is a higher power.  I believe in a higher power and am pretty sure it isn't us or I.

Last night, I had dreams of tornados...

This past weekend, I learned to think with emotions... rather than my brain.  The appropriate next step would be to think with my soul... but I'm not there quite yet.

I don't give a flying rat's beady ass what anybody says or projects, this weekend was an element I've been missing from my life for way too long.  I got to see blood, not the horror kind.  I got to see folks who were born unto this earth kind of like I was, and I missed them.  They are family.

While you won't find me smiling to show my shining cuspids to the stars, you will find something in any picture that is taken... which is very consistent.  You don't need to see the smile to understand that the soul is happy.

About those tornados, their winds grew great... the destruction was to date... and dreams are dreams until it becomes too late.

Poets die when questioning anything becomes taboo.  I like to question everything.  Just in case...

Color me taboo:)

Take me home...