The Established Order

I heard the voices again

before it had been a whisper

but tonight they shouted at me

but I was not scared in the least

I came back at them with prayerful thoughts

Thoughts of protection because I am protected

Thoughts of being more than a conqueror

I already won the battle

so I was spitting in the face of evil with love

and it was rather simple

and I was not scared.

Heaven is not a hospital

even if they pray that you sleep peacefully,

even if they feed you food you like,

even if they prescribe the right dose of medicine,

it is still not home.

Heaven is not a hospital

even if the lights on the ceiling are blue with clouds,

even if you make friends with the other inmates,

even if its not a jail cell,

it is definitely not home.

Heaven is not a hospital

even if there is access to the outside,

even if the sun is allowed to shine,

even if you can walk around the tiny square courtyard,

you just want to be home.

Heaven is not a hospital.

A hospital is more like a haunted hotel.

You reside in your small space and scurry back more and more often.

The “friends” you create are crazier than you,

and their medication is way higher

I was diagnosed with paradoxia

a paradox of thought

a contradiction

and an understatement

and I had a bracelet

they even gave me personalized jewelery

but jewels are never enough.

Heaven is not a hospital,

but there may be a little Heaven inside of you.

Lord, I pray for the sluts

I pray for the lax bros

I pray for the frat boys and their fuck buddies

I pray for the kid who will become an alcoholic

and the already wasted party goer surrounded by empty bottles

and that lonely stoner, the one guy looking to escape reality

and that chick who always looks so depressed

and the other girl who tried to commit suicide but got scared

Lord, I pray for the hipsters and the wrist cutters and the abused mama down the street

I pray for all those art freaks

I pray for the sex addicts, and really all those lusty teenagers

Lord, I pray for the math nerds

and those ugly girls who see bitterness in the mirror

I pray for the fat girl who hates herself but loves food more

I pray for that too skinny boy who feels like such a wimp all the time

and the bullied nobodies who cant speak but want to be heard

I pray for the lesbians, Lord, because you love them too

I thank you and pray blessing on that flamboyant gay guy that struts down the street

because he is beautiful to me.

They all are. And they are beautiful to you.

Time is love not money.

Time is patience and not a deadline.

Time is forgiving and not a broken heart.

Time is thankful and not “Mom, Im starving”.

Time is a lunchdate not waiting in the cafeteria lunch line, tray in hand.

Time is helpful not a stressor.

Time is plenty and not never enough.

I wish Time was still kept with a sundial

and

Lateness wasn’t a thing

and

To be tardy was of no importance if you were using Time justly.

Slowness was once a virtue

and

High speed will always be a crime.