Whatever God you pray to (if you choose to pray)
whatever is your religious perception…
may that god bless everyone and everything in this world
with no exclusions….
and no exceptions
Whatever entity or God we pray to
whatever is our spiritual perception
May that entity or God teach us to love the entire world
Everything and everybody in it
With no exclusions…no exceptions.
Sittin’ here just getting’ high-
Sharing stories between us guys
Am I dreaming sweetly or in a nightmare?
Does it matter?
Do I care?
I don’t need redemption or anything else-
I just want to learn to love myself!
Escaping reality & conquering fears
have dulled some neuroses over the years
so much to give...so much to feel
No more eluding, I’m choosing to heal!
Come take a trip with me to a place we’ve never been
where we’ll create a world of holiness mixed with sin
Love and Hate, Peace and War – they all will be a part-
No exclusions or divisions is how it all will start
We’ll be crazily informed with our freedoms all intact
The government can kiss my ass-
There’ll be nothing that we lack!
It’s there for the taking so don’t be confused-
Join me on my journey, to hell with being abused!
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I don’t need redemption or anything else-
I just want to learn to love myself!
so much to give...so much to feel
No more eluding, I’m choosing to heal!
Kim Hilliker, 9/18/21
Jumping to conclusions
Reinforces your illusions
That the way things are
Are how they shouldn’t be.
To avoid any confusions
Or suspicions of delusions
Some investigation
Seems to be the key.
Then you’ll find, to the exclusions
Of some paranoid collusions,
That the things you thought
Are not exactly true…
So be sure that such inclusions
Happen fast before seclusions
Are the punishments
That wait in store for you.
from "To My Wife":
So love by love we come at last,
As through the exclusions of a rhyme,
Or the exactions of a past,
To the simplicity of time,
The antiquity of grace, where yet
We live in terror and delight
With love as quiet as regret
And love like anger in the night.
----- J. V. Cunningham
We meet infrequently --
sometimes every other week --
because we have in common
a curious thing: we write.
But, more than that, we think.
We feel; we do not judge
for condemnation, but
as a process of selection.
We speak as though
we understand that flash
of insight that can end
our speech in sudden chill
and labored breath --
a sporadic thrill we value
for its rarity when seeing,
or producing, something worthy
but not wordy.
Peering in the windows,
Of those lives I barely see,
Except when tokens are procured,
For rides, intermittently,
They look at me, I look back,
Nothing severed or taken,
My pith, unimpaired,
And by them, unmistaken,
Do they think that my life,
Should be transformed to theirs,
With foreign exclusions,
And tainted, quaint stares,
Their subtle indifference,
No case dares to appeal,
Embodies the essence,
Of a world they call real,
So they ask with green eyes,
Should I now switch with you,
Would that make my self-worth,
Somehow, progressively true,
I glance, to respond,
That neither is needed,
Because as tolerance failed,
Manipulation succeeded,
We both yearn to validate,
Our courses of being,
Amidst choices of learning,
And preferred ways of seeing,
For now, the windows are closed,
The Santa Anas, they're blowing,
And those lives which premiered,
Have no interest in showing,
We will then pause to wonder,
If the sill might be locked,
Therefore sealed from exposure,
And no chance to be mocked.
(12/30/01)
Her tiny hand in mine.
So precious, so innocent, so true.
Sacrifices I make – by choice or force….but ultimately for her sake.
Sometimes I cry, sometimes I laugh.
Loneliness, exclusions – mine to embrace.
To face, to accept.
With patience – I’ll learn to fly.
Again.
Break free of broken promises.
Take off the too big shoes.
Smile at adversity – win.
If only, in the end, to lose.