As I've traveled through my own dilemmas of spirituality, I've changed a lot. I have navigated through deconstructing my Christian faith, picked up the ashes that I was left in, and reconstructed into something that I honestly wouldn't have seen two or three years ago. With everything that's changed in my life and in my … Continue reading What’s Next for Me?
Life is short, and suffering is inevitable. Life is suffering and suffering is short. For so long I've held suffering in the palm of my hand, and for that I now understand. Life is short and but a small vapor. With a gust of wind it comes and goes. Vapor makes its way back to … Continue reading A Poem: To The Bottom of The Ocean
I've been wanting to write for a while now about where I am at in my life and where I am at spiritually. It's been some time now since I have released anything, and I've been pretty intentional with it. Any time I start to write on a topic, I can't help but see the … Continue reading Where Am I Now?
Oh, Ego, how do you do? Don't you know I'm tired of you? As the light of the sun penetrates the horizon, I find an esoteric connection and you leave. Oh, True Self, how do you do? Don't you know that I'm fond of you? As the birds gossip and dance with wonder in the … Continue reading A Poem: Ego
This story is as vulnerable as my wife and I can possibly be. She and I spent several months discussing how this should be approached, and we decided it would be best to co-write this together. This will be a two-part article, one about my experience and one about hers. I have no intentions to … Continue reading “Why I Left My Church”: PT. 1 (Justin)
I'm not conceited or consumed with myself. I just have a lot going on in my head. I write a lot about myself because these are things I would have never said. Sometimes I'm infatuated with the idea of infinity and others I'm not, but I can't seem to get past the nots and that's … Continue reading A Poem: Enthralled
I've been told that I'm offensive for telling the truth. I'm sorry that reality bothers you. I can't write one damn poem without it being sad, but I'm sure everyone is okay with that. People love how crude my honesty is until it exposes the darkness that they posses. I confess, most often you posses … Continue reading A Poem: Offense