cathedral TerraCotta stupid cathedral.. what does it mean anymore. who cares. stupid stained glass windows.. altar.. it means nothing. it was a way to control people and the way they lived their lives way back when. ..way back when humanity needed it. now, it means nothing. just like honesty means nothing. the church was an institution used to control behaviour. today, it's a relic of the past and so are its messages and ways of life. society today is too advanced in technology and science to accept something so... disprovable. something that happened more than 2000 years ago has to fall sometime. take ancient egypt, for example.. after 3000-some years, its decline turned into a dead stop. now, all that's left is the pyramids, physical representations of a way of life, a religion, a race. ..now the cathedrals...... 020626 ... past when an ideal lives and breathes, everything else wilts in her light. 080616 ... tourist The Summer Sunlight Filtered Green and Gold Slanting Diagoally Through The Cool Moist Air Falling Down From Lofty Branches Held High Overhead By The Massive Coloums Of Moss Encrusted Wood Rooted In The Ferny Earth Creating The Divine Grove Where Bird Song Dwells Amid The Sound Of The Rocky Stream Flowing To The Sea Beyond These Hills The Voice Of Creation Whispers And Murmers It's Incantation The Truth Is Here Eternal In Nature Everchanging Solitude Expansive Yet My Human Restlessness Pulls Me Out Again Into This Sharp Edged Space Of Contrived Routine I Have Been In The Presence Yet Cannot Remain My Life Entwined In The Mortal Game Of Security And Survival Love And Loss The Coastal Redwoods Are The Cathedrals I've Left Behind Many Miles And Many Years Ago 080617 ... past a place to hide, that vapory cathedral in the sky 080617 ... past take me in, whisk me away, fill me up, and leave me whole. breathe me out, send me away, drain me down, and leave me solid. find me there, standing still, blessed in the sky, your newest star. wish on me here, catastered, shivering alone, crumbing to shards. bury me alone, piece by piece, consciousness scattered, always in the morning breeze. take me up, new constellations in your sky, to wish on, a new idol in the fractured light. hold me close, in fleeting dreams, darkened nightmares, embraced in shattering screams. let me be, please and forever, never never never, mourn my passing night. cross your heart, before mine own, hold still in mine image, caught lost in your soul. 080617 ... now_now it's days_like_these, when your body feels like a cathedral, cavernous & echoing, that are the empty summer days. the days you pray for that hot overcast plaster sky to crawl & devour the taunting blue. the hardening ominous glow of the collapsing atmosphere. that covered, stifling hot. the disjointed nature of nature will swallow you whole. to fill from toe to tip with weather, with the something anything of hours passing. To be made of tin & hear the deafening din of your heart echo metalic through your too too hot vacant form. the creaking of joints. the delicate bend of oiled fingers gripping groping at the end of hours. at the summer comforter. the black streaks of oily eyes in a hammered face hot & worn bleeding down through the ghosting forms of rusted gears. wholey holy tin cathedral, cavity for the soul. 080619 ... past hollowed out from the empty spaces, just enough to fit me and my dreams, curled up together wishing for another human form. 080621 ... unhinged it is so rare that another human being is exactly what you need them to be and even more painful in the lacking. words ruin these things, the space that love makes. 080621 ... past we all need a place to disappear into when the times deem it appropriate 080622 what's it to you? who go blather from