some thoughts

Sometimes I wonder what infinite is,

And why I ever limited myself.

My friends are not friends,

I don’t care for them a bit.

I want to succeed, I want to prevail,

In my way and in my fashion.

I fear I am wrong,

My conscience eats me,

But when will I be free?

I don’t care for social progress,

I don’t care for the glory,

I care for being me,

Satisfying my spirit,

Satisfying my vanities,

And being the expression God intended me to be.

I want to be free.



I debated posting this poem for a very long time. The reason is because I felt it was very harsh. I felt it would give off the wrong message and that it would confuse people about what I believe. But after consulting a few of my friends who encouraged me to post it, I went ahead and did. This poem is dedicated to Omar Khayyam, a great Persian polymath, philosopher, and poet. Below is a painting of him sipping wine, something he wrote about and truly enjoyed doing.

Who appointed you as holy arbiter,
You foolish men who lie on oath,
Preaching of God and all His glory,
I pray He make you choke!

All your words and false messages,
They only but show your truest color,
Only God is great, Only God is perfect,
There is no room for any other.

Go to church and bow on your knees,
And pray that a better you is born,
By day you will have cured a disease,
By night you will have turned to porn.

I’ll drink my wine and alcohol,
I’ll dance and sing and laugh and crawl,
Drunk off my ass, but always sincere,
For I, like Adam, took the fall.