if the sky were just lower

My father told me that i could be a flower

blooming by a jungle stream

but i've since moved far to the desert

and there are needles where the flowers might have been

if the jungle were just closer, then my fight might not be over

its a shame

a hell of a shame

that i'm wilting, and there has been no rain

My father said that i might be an eagle

raised with turkeys and fed down on the ground

well i know that i've been bathing in the dust bowls

roaming the edges of this sun bleached desert town

if the sky were just lower, it'd be so much easier to shoulder

its a shame

a hell of a shame

that i still gobble, to the call of my name

My mother showed me how the glories bloom in morning

then planted seeds deep down into my hands

but now the trowel that she so wisely gave me

is buried and lost somewhere down underground

if the earth weren't so big, then i'd sift for miles and dig

its a shame, oh what a shame

its a shame, oh what a shame

its a shame, oh such a shame

i'm a shame a hell of a shame

i'm a shame

God in my conscious

I feel comfortable with God, with the concept of God. I don't know what God thinks of my actions. I constantly wonder. I try to ask. If God's will was synonymous with my conscious then it would make things easier. Instead, my conscious has been molded by my surroundings and my parents. Which I do not regret. It has proved invaluable to my well-being. God cannot be synonymous with my conscious, unless there is no absolute truth. Environs shape a person’s conscious, we can be convinced of any number of “truths.” To maintain an identity of an incorruptible truth, God cannot be born perfectly present in our conscious because we are corruptible.

So we seek to perfect our conscious and at the same time hone our self control to its influence. As if self-control isn’t enough of a challenge. What good are efforts of self-control based on a faulty conscious? How disappointing this could be.

How then do I connect with a God who is not inherently present in my mind? How do I know when I have? If I could stop being just an image of God, and partake in the mind of my creator. If I could rid myself of my own corruptible conscious, and comprehend God’s. If God has a perfect conscious, can I have it too? It must rid questions of right and wrong, religion, sexuality, war and justice. God’s conscious would be a powerfully uniting force, instead of the divisive moral and theological complication that theology has become.