The Cosmic Patriot

Little girls, this seems to say /
Never stop upon the way /
Never trust a stranger friend /
No-one knows where it may end /
As you’re pretty, so be wise /
Wolves may lurk in every guise /
Now as then, ’tis simple truth /
Sweetest tongue has sharpest tooth.

Please don’t flow so fast
You little mountain din
I’ll bottle piano sounds from you

“You want to sanctify marriage? You want to honor your God and the universal love you believe he represents? Then spread happiness. This tiny, symbolic, semantical grain of happiness. Share it with all those who seek it. Quote me anything from your religious leader or book of choice telling you to stand against this. And then tell me how you can believe both that statement and another statement, another one which reads only ‘do unto others as you would have them do unto you.’

You are asked now, by your country, and perhaps by your creator, to stand on one side or another. You are asked now to stand, not on a question of politics, not on a question of religion, not on a question of gay or straight. You are asked now to stand, on a question of love. All you need do is stand, and let the tiny ember of love meet its own fate.

You don’t have to help it, you don’t have it applaud it, you don’t have to fight for it. Just don’t put it out. Just don’t extinguish it. Because while it may at first look like that love is between two people you don’t know and you don’t understand and maybe you don’t even want to know. It is, in fact, the ember of your love, for your fellow person just because this is the only world we have. And the other guy counts, too.”

“If there is anyone out there who still doubts that America is a place where all things are possible; who still wonders if the dream of our founders is alive in our time; who still questions the power of our democracy, tonight is your answer.”
President Elect, Barack Obama. 4 November 2008. 

I’m so proud of you, America. Thank the sweet Lord;
I don’t have to marry an Englishman for alternate citizenship, now.
I am truly joyful and, for the first time in my twenty-three years,
proud to be an American.

The shiny, blackest crow
Flew in to say ‘hello.’
Though much to her surprise
He had two miles for eyes.
She understood his words.
That crow was very pleased.
He gave to her his wings,
And now she is free.

In the morning, through the window shade,
when the light pressed up against your shoulder blade,
I could see what you were reading.

If I ever have a little boy, I will name him Sufjan.

I don’t know what the title of this post means.

Should it have to mean anything at all?
Probably not. Why am I writing this, then?

Dude.