There once was a lad named Jake.

When he walked, the world would quake.

He couldn’t win a race.

He wanted to go to outer space.

But every rocket he got on would break.


Human Beings

Nothing is perfect.

Nothing is great.

Nothing is real.

We are just animals.

The worse kind.

Not cute.

Not sweet.

But insane Humans.

We have never

Been and never

Will be perfect.

God made us that way.

What is perfect?

Not us.

The closest we have

Is fiction novels.

Perfect is nothing

More than beautiful

Lies from a


What is Religion?

The belief in perfect.

Doesn’t matter

What you believe in.

Catholic, Christian,

Muslim, Jewish, Hindus,

Taoist, Polytheistic, Buddhist,

Wiccan, Islamic, etc.

No matter what

Their books say,

They all worship

The idea of perfection.

A perfect God.

A perfect afterlife.

A perfect hell.

Perfect, perfect, perfect!

I love God.

That is true.

I don’t insult him.

And I actually try to meet his expectations.

But I don’t

Know what I am.

 Am I Christian? I believe

In Jesus Christ.

Am I Buddhist?

I believe in reincarnation.

Am I Taoist?

I believe in equal balance.

Am I Wiccan?

I believe in harmony

With nature and

Using its healing powers.

What am I?

In God’s eyes?

In everyone’s eyes?

Not perfect.

I don’t believe in

Romance. I don’t

Believe humans can

Ever be perfect in love.

There is no perfect

Belief because

No one follows

The rules of God.

The bible says

God can be persuaded

By a mere man that

Destroying a town of sinners is wrong.

God is vengeful and

Jealous, but this man

Can question him?

In the bible it is ok?

It says two sisters

Spelt with their holy

Father to help him

Forget the recent death of their mother.


Lying to save your life.

Sacrificing children and animals.

Is commended in the Bible!

It says nothing about

Gay marriage and relationships being

A sin and that only

A Man and Woman can love each other.

Killing in the

Name of God and

Your beliefs is

Not in it either.

So why are humans

Saying it’s there?

They must be lying,

Cause I cannot find it.

I’m not here to diss God

Or his words, but to

Say that everything going on today,

Is confusing me even more about Perfection.


Thoughts of the Bored





They say draw.

Draw what?

They say write.

Write what?

There are no thoughts…

There are no feelings…

There are no words…

…To express.

I am bored.

Bored I am.

I Think, I Yearn, I Implore

To do.

I am tired.

I am not.

I am hungry.

I am not.

These are just

Physical means to pass time.

There is no joy.

There is no thing.


My heart is the –

Weeping river –

Traveling through rapids

And the harsh life –

Until it reaches –

The waterfall of death.

My love for you

Is the high tide

On a rocky beach

Which is not strong enough

To erode away the assuming –

And cold boulders surrounding

Your heart.

My life is not an open book,

But loose pages

Scattered across

The four corners of your world.

Some are near…

But others are out of grasp.