CONFESSION ZERO

There are so many things that I didn't do, so, as an ironic twist, my undoing is what feels like an inability to do anything beyond my undoing. Thank goodness my head's flipped upside down, gives me a rather unusual perspective on the matters before us. (You mean before We? Who do you think you are now? Adam?) Aren't we all a collective Adam and Eve, metaphorically speaking? (Huh?) We have no more of a clue as to what we're meant to do than the story of the scantily clad ignoramuses gala acting in the garden. (Ha!) So sure, Adam makes as much sense as any other role I can imagine of Me. Surely Adam and Eve would have viewed the (H)eartH in a different light compared to we industrious parasitic present-dayers? (You're cracked, Scribbler!) You think that's cracked, get a load of this, now is the garden of Eden that we've hidden from ourselves by our virulent allowances. Now is the moment at hand. Now we have a choice to make,not unlike the fi

When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.”  ― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet Now. A hideousness is trying to slay our children, Inflame fear, crush our hearts and spirits. What horror rises of such horrid belief? Now. Imagine waking to a kindness so colossal That its head stands above us like a god, A god that we worshipped and prayed to, That we saw in the garish house of worship, Our approval, feverishly vowing to die for it. Now. God we gladly give ourselves to upon bent knees, Crying out to be spared any immense suffering. What wonder can near such conceivable certainty? Now. Love is wonder, peace is stillness, Forgiveness given, Laughte risen. Now. A hideousness is trying to slay our children, Inflame fear, crush our hearts and spirits. What horror rises of such horrid belief? Now. Imagine waking to a