Laughing your pee out in church.

Laughing like women who are about to pee... An overwhelming expression of pure glee.

Now I'm reminded of a story by Jessy, full of laughter and just a bit messy.

J: I was in a packed church in South America, Andrew, I know you don't remember my friend's name, so let's call her Erica. There we were, nervous by the altar, the priest asked us to sing, but we started to falter. I hit that first piano key, and the noise was like an amplified bee. In a moment of laughter, I kept playing and clenched my lips, but then I felt a trickle down by my hips. I started to pee and I couldn't stop, I pretended to cry because the bench was sopped! Erica had been laugh-crying too, I made eye contact with her and admitted the truth. "Erica, I peed." She burst with emotion as if she were touched by God! The congregation swarmed us and started to prod. Everyone wanted a piece of divinity, but their lasting touches only tickled me! The noise around us covered what was now pure laughter, we escaped from the doors shortly thereafter. We made it out with our souls in tact, I just wish we could say the same for our urinary tracts!

If only

And if only I could control my heart, bend my will past free will's start. Then maybe you'd know the pain of choice and the taxation of an honest voice.

I know not why I write or do. But my foresight tends to follow through. I am cursed with knowledge that comes regardless. And it matters not whether I profess.

I'm really tired of the tiredness, wearily wired... I must confess.

Sometimes I know I am prophetic, but these projections are oft pathetic.

Wisdom

Knowledge is power?

Well, wisdom is peace.

A world without war

can be won without grief.

Evil

When I seek a prize I truly can't stop,

And I'm depressed to keep on seeking.

What's a farmer to do when tending crops?

Especially if the yields seem to be peeking?

Rain and sunshine make plants grow...

With a fuck ton of dirt.

And I've repressed when I'm depressed

To maintain a sense of worth.

Don't get me wrong, I'm happy.

But I set my targets high.

And don't look at me like I'm sappy

if I want to scrape the sky.

And here I am lying, hearing

Sweating in the sun.

But are your actions endearing?

Or do you commit them just for fun?

Liar.

I search for a peace: tranquility,
at an ultimatum with civility.
How can I just watch and wonder?
It pisses me off to ponder.

It's terribly tiring, managing an honest throne.
A crisp lie must feel nice, a small bribe from the soul.
A man is only as good as his word, and I must keep my own.
There are other ways to lie: being fair is foul.
To a truth teller, deceit's transparent, now the seeds are sown.
Your blood is gaul! Your eyes are dry! Your milk is sour...
Liar! Witch! Most foul of beasts! Your corpse shall soon be thrown!
Time is ticking ere hell takes you, to the victor goes the spoils.

Lightwalker

Up where you walk where all is clouded

Works of fire explode through the sky

And beneath, where we watch, is crowded

Like little dots scuttling below

And in light, you're floating shrouded

By and and by, by and by.

May your shoes never be eroded,

As you walk with light in tow.