Nominally Better Than an Animal

“Now when he was in Jerusalem at the Passover Feast, many believed in his name when they saw the signs that he was doing. 24 But Jesus on his part did not entrust himself to them, because he knew all people 25 and needed no one to bear witness about man, for he himself knew what was in man.” – John 2:23-25
Because Jesus was well aware that we all, men (all people translated to today’s cultural norms of who is considered a person with full rights), are simple. We run to at the simplest signs of magic, value and treasure (I would say for NY it’s the allure of success, either embodied in someone (people we want to attach ourselves to), or a thing (affluence/cost signaling), etc, and run from when we no longer see the signs. As Niccolo Machiavelli noted too in The Prince (I love this book, because as ruthless as the writer seems, he’s just calling it out: the worst or more accurately, the raw in human nature).
(undeveloped thought: I see this all the time person to person, person to goods, person to business opportunity. We are no better than animals, some parts. At least cattle, wolves.. stick to the herd and follow through.)
We do it all in varying degrees. Even those enlightened to the fact and striving with earnestness not to.
(second undeveloped thought: We also profit from it. Every brand, company, human working in professional context really. We need people to run to us, when we hold up carrots and perceived "treasures")
Ah, the unending fallability of man.



I see you

Want to tell you

It’s okay

But actually

You know I don’t know

Who am I to say if it will all be okay, in the way you want it to be


I just want everything for you to be


is all I really mean to say.

Their eyes trail slowly down the length of this body

They see in

the delicacy

the raw

the void

the power

the weakness

the depth



#astanleyknife #slashes #luciofontana #human

If you were to cut my natural emotions open

You’d probably see something akin to an ocean the likes of something you see in stories of shipwrecks and storms.

Wild, stormy, deep– so good deep, but also really cray cray volatile deep


When something good enters my life

That violent hum in me turns into a gentle stream with the occasional sound of tiny rocks dropping.


That’s when I register something is good for me.

I feel the change in my being, quite radically, and naturally.

It happens with certain activities, and with certain people.


Seeing art

Listening to beautiful music


Dear acquaintances

This person that makes me laugh & smile so much.


Some call this security. Some call it love. I call it something closer to peace.


I think equal to love I seek peace.

For me, they go hand in hand.


And so I keep these close.


There is restlessness in everyone, I’m coming to find.

Don’t we all yearn to rid ourselves of it entirely?


When in Jesus this ocean in me goes completely still.


I’m beginning to understand.


Saturday, February 9, 2019


Qualifiers and sorrys

I utter them as buffers to lighten the weight of the gravity of what I say

And sometimes I hesitate at words

I want to say

because I’m afraid you might walk away

but I tread onwards

carefully          carefully

to say what I mean to say

hoping you’ll be the one to stay.