well its a rainy ghosty night in provincetown
the bay is fogged over
a distant fishing ship is shining a beacon of light back and forth as it tries to dock
tourists are running by in the drizzle huddled under umbrellas
and everything is feeling
haunting and surreal
i love this feeling
it's an electric eerie
sensation that reminds me of
ghost stories around the camp fire
its nights like this
that i do my best writing
and im working on a very supernatural tale
at the moment
very supernatural
but what i wanted to rant about
i guess was while i'm in this supernatural
electic ghostly frame of mind
and having just really opened myself up
big time
in my last post on religioin
is how excited and how frightened i am with the world today
im excited that so many people around me
want peace
want children
want life
love animals
love nature
want the earth to survive and excell
want an end to terror
and dictatorships
im terrified that all around me
is more
and more
terror
and war
and suicide bombings
now another one in indonesia
and more soldiers being killed in iraq
and the vietman later days
deja vus is getting stronger and stronger
i know that in every generation in a time of war
and in a time of terror
people sit around as i am now
tonight in the ghost rain
and worry about us all
i wish i had more answers
i wish i had any answers
i only know
that killing innocent lives in the name of religion
is wrong
i only know that blindly following dictators and madmen
simply because you are too afraid to oppose them
is why those madmen are in power
i worry so much for israel
the last hurrah
the end of the journey
that salvation for so many who have been cast out
who have emerged from genocide
i worry that israel will one day
be no more
destroyed by greed
killed by fundamentalist fanatics
terrorists
madmen
dictators
i worry that one day
if i ever need a place to run too
when the shit hits the fan
that there won't be anywhere to go
i have seen the world trade center collapse right before me
on a crisp lovely sunny morning when all seemed right with the world
i have smelled the ashes of thousands of dead
watched mothers pushing their strollers and their babies wearing ventilation masks
i have held blank and ruined faces in my hands and tried to offer comfort
to a fireman, a cop, a construction worker, a janitor, a school teacher, an actor, a secutity guard who had been passing buckets filled with body parts from a steaming burning hole
i am not innocent anymore
i know you aren't either
i worry
on ghosty
rainy
surreal nights
i worry for us all
