THE APOSTLES CREED

by Susan at Suburban Guerrilla

I believe the Republican party is good for business,
and what's good for business is good for America.
I believe a rising tide lifts all boats.

I believe the free market is the source of all good,
I believe those who would restrain it in any way do the Devil's work.

I believe the Republican Party is God's Party.
I believe it is the bedrock of morality, stability and family values.

I believe the world is a better place when the Republicans
control the White House, both houses of Congress, and the press.

Forever and ever, amen.

Follow the yellow brick links at: The Apostles Creed

Alignment


Floating in the glow, he sees
Neither hand nor vein nor leaf
Nor the patternless pattern in all things
In the hour of the firefly there is no need


In the hour of alienation, he’s alienated even from himself
His humanity the shadows he takes for something else
Picasso broke it into pieces of perfect blue geometry
Hung it on the wall where Pollack threw his spaghetti
Searching for the connections, he chiseled away at essence
Some say randomness is all; humanity a lost canvas.

Neither hand nor vein nor leaf

In the hour of the firefly there is no hour at all
In the hourless hour he floats in the glow
There is a pattern, there is a leaf
Flight fire and he unseparated by belief;
Flying in the fire he floats on the glow
Til his mother calls him home
He eats til he’s sated; drinks til there is no thirst
Knows no separation til he learns the word for dusk.

Nor the patternless pattern in all things

In the hour of darkness, hours pose as real
Little hands scream out murderous and shrill
he huddles in the corner, closes all the doors
hides from the fear emerging from the woodwork
he huddles in the corner, closes all the doors
Learns of mountains and men and faith
And that what he believes will be his fate.
He huddles in the corner, closes all the doors
Til he learns that what he believes doesn’t matter.

In the hour of the firefly there is no need.

In the hour of the sun, he gives names to everything;
Constructs and destroys in his own image.
Falls in love with power and absolute science
Turns the jungle to concrete, roars from the skies
Til he realizes this too is one more lie.

Floating in the glow, he sees

In the hour of the moon, he seeks to parse the reflection from his true self
Tries to unpart the waters of the opposites, peer behind the veil
Tries to overcome instinct and find the one source
Til he realizes the very act of seeking is why he’s off course;

Neither hand nor vein nor leaf

In the hour of alignment, a leaf hangs like beauty in the wind
Against the tide of indifference, he stops dogpaddlin’
The leafy moon it flows like Time suspended in his veins
There is a pattern a hand a leaf
There is a patternless pattern in all things.

Nor the patternless pattern in all things

In the hour of the firefly there is no hour at all
In the hourless hour he floats in the glow
Floating in the glow, he sees
Neither hand nor vein nor leaf
Nor the patternless pattern in all things
In the hour of the firefly there is no need.

In the hour of the firefly there is no need.