A notebook bulletin board
tacked on when randomly bored
applied thoughts in a scribblebook
open for the world to look who passes by
so fast to see like a needle in a haystack we
safely stash those innermost secrets thought to be
at least you see languishing up and into pristine
blossoms for you to pick and sniff and hope
they don't make you sick.


states of being

If absolute power corrupts absolutely,
then I know the real nature of God.

The Devil is God, only fallen. Corrupted.
This shows how God has no power.

Perhaps herein lies the secret of his inviolable status.
If power corrupts, then by definition the one who would be God
must abandon all power.

Perhaps in so doing, He achieves Mastery.
While those who seek power, must Fall.

By letting go, God achieves becoming one with the universe.

We are given a choice.
We, too, may let go, and become one with him.
The ultimate surrender.

Therefore, god and the devil are not seperate beings, rather,
they are seperate states of being: the states of the heavenly
(or divine) and that of the hellish (or damned).

To be damned is to have been sent on a path
from which there is no recourse.
The pursuit of power, or riches (merely power in another guise)
is just such a course.

This is why it says Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter Here
upon the gates of hell.


  1. brilliant. 'specially when you read it.

  2. did i mention i agree? how did you get it my head? and how did you put it so perfectly? imperfect i'm perfect esque

  3. The maatic balance at work in ever line of this poem...brilliant stuff shaun

    1. Thanks for the observation and sweet comment Streetscribe