"I'm a bastard if its true...
And I guess its true..."
I can remember sitting in the movies with you, holding your hand and sensing the overwhelming feeling of safety cascade over us. We were best friends, confidants, and allies, lonely and alone together. You were the only one at school that I trusted; the only person that I knew would understand. It was wonderful and I am thankful for every minute of it.
I still do miss it.
You wrote in my yearbook that I'm in your thoughts and prayers, in a good way, every day. You have not left mine either. I wish the best for you, I really do. I'm just terribly afraid that it will never come.
While I'm sure I don't know half of what your parents have done to you, I do know part and I am horrified at the small amount of knowledge that I possess. However, I feel as if your actions cannot be justified by what your parents have done to you. The way that you treat Cassie and Jennifer infuriates me. No one else is responsible for those actions but you; you cannot blame anyone else. You are responsible for your choices and as of yet, I am deeply disappointed in you. Cassie is a wonderful person, crazy yes, different yes, but she does not deserve to be treated like a servant or a passing acquaintance that you happen to spit on often. I am even more disgusted at the way you treat Jennifer. Do not use her as a pawn, do not give her means by which to assume your feelings. Make your intention clear; don't destroy another because of your angst.
Obviously, I believe you're gay. I believe that you have taken, as you call it, the harder road of self-abuse and detriment in order to try and please others that will never be appeased. They will only ask more, take more, consume more and more of you until there is nothing left. There must be some point in your life at which you say enough is enough. Someday, you must end this madness; you must stand up for yourself. You must choose between yourself and society. ‘ “All right then, I’ll go to hell.” ‘ Huck said this at a time when what he believed was right was thought by society to be a great evil. Times change, opinions too. People were using the Bible to justify slavery then and to exclude homosexuals now. I can’t say that I understand what you have gone through but I can say that in the circumstances that I can see why you would choose to act the way you did. It is in the past, it has been done but you can choose to change. Don’t let your life be dictated by others, don’t let them ruin you. I know you, I know who you were, I know the potential that you have. Don’t let them spoil you.
I love you. I always will. I don’t know that I can ever forgive you for what you have done; it still hurts to this day. I do respect myself enough to defend myself and I will not let you treat me the way you have again, or anyone else for that matter. I’m sorry that I didn’t speak sooner on Cassie and Jennifer’s behalf. Regardless, I am always here. If you ever regain your senses, if you ever want a hug, if you ever want help, if you ever just want me to listen, I am here.
Phoenix
RCW
A Phoenix in the dust
Rising up again
Its perpetual rebirth
Wearing itself thin
Its life a continuous process
Of lying and cheating friends
And upon each existence
It does it, again and again
The bastard of the Father
The Son and the Holy Ghost
Beaten, bruised and left alone
By those who should love the most
Led astray by the Truth
To lead those about him the same
Using lies, love and hate
To play its own sick game
This lying, this forgiveness,
This eternal love based in fear,
Beginning every morning,
Ending each night in tears
Waking to shake the ashes off
To ignore the voice within
Rising with no lesson learned
To begin, again, in sin.
I wrote this for you one day after English…… I’m not sure that it helps that I put it here but I thought you might enjoy it, that you might remember when we would speak to each other in riddles, using metaphor to enrich our conversation.
I would like to clarify that I do have a new understand of Christianity and that the third stanza refers to people who use Christianity to judge and persecute instead of for spiritual reasons. It really is meant for your parents. I truly respect true Christians or anyone who is true to their spirituality for that matter. It is those that abuse and misuse that I have trouble with.
So, yes, you are a bastard. You enrage me, you sadden me, you make me cry. I miss you. I miss what we had and though this is not some vain attempt to get it back, I still want you to know. You have treated me poorly and treated my friends the same. You are a bastard. Past tense- You have been a bastard. You make the choice now. You are responsible for your actions. Change if you want to, don’t if you don’t want to. Whatever you do, don’t listen to them. Listen to Josh.
Inside of Me
"She sings of song, of passion, of love, of laughter, of anger, of tears, of the pain, of hope, of the glory of the moon and the wind and the rain" Rachel Gaithers
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Sophia
by JAR
Sophia, sprawling in the dust,
feeds us half-truths,
promises what we want most.
Gnosis offers freedom
from fleshly bonds.
But without them, what are we?
Logos seems ice-cold,
like logic, at first glance,
but burns hotter than the sun.
I do not offer answers,
easy or other wise, nor
explanations.
For if it has been seen,
then there is no faith
required to believe it.
If Logos did not rescue Sophia,
then Gnosis lies,
and our flesh is not evil.
YHWH speaks.
**Sophia appears in apocraphal Jewish writings as the personification of wisdom as a divine feminine counterpart to YHWH, the Hebrew God. In Gnostic literature, she is described as being entrapped in the material (evil) earth by the Demi-urge (YHWH) and was rescued by the Logos, or Christ-spirit. Such views were rejected as heretical by orthodox Christianity.**
This was my initial reaction to Pheonix. The other is to the post itself.
From the Ashes
JAR
They say the Pheonix each day
rises to greet the sun
rises from its ashes
rises from a night of dissolute passion
rises from death.
Eternal cycle of death
and rebirth.
No downward gyre for this one
no end for the fire-born.
Should it curse its lot?
Should it rail at fate?
Should it turn from its Maker?
That is not for you or I to say.
We cannot question what we do
not understand and cannot fathom.
The mystery of life, the awesome
solitude of death, crime and
punishment on the divine stage:
these are not given to us to know.
Far up in Himnavaunt, God
contemplates what we cannot know.
He made the Pheonix, knew
what its road would lead to,
the mistakes that it would make.
God in solemn wisdom knew its fate,
yet made it all the same,
like man.
For what man is not a Pheonix?
Which of us is not a masochist?
Which of us does not flee the light
for dark deeds, then burn in our passion?
But the Pheonix, from its ashes,
from the dustbin, from the dungheap,
sees God. A fine sight there,
one might think, but God is always seen
at the bitter end, in the noose and the
hissing gas. We grow closest to God
when we need Him most.
So the Pheonix sees God?
Does it abhorr itself and repent?
Most likely; it is not a man.
The Pheonix dusts itself of,
rises once again.
Man stays in his ashes of his sin,
waiting for the axe to fall.
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