Zombie Lost

Poor and uncared for, lost and broke. The spiral wind winds around the lies and falsities.
Who listens to the poor? Who judges the lies?
We fall as one while the groups fight over our corpses.
We are the zombies of the nation.
Voting for what their told in church. Ignoring their own situation.
Discovering the lost days of a nation, we find the nation gave into its religion and gave up on its morals.

Abyss Is Near

Here's what I don't understand about Christians voting Republican.

The right wants you to believe that you shouldn't help the poor, which goes against the teachings of Jesus Christ.
They want you to think that every life is sacred, men have no place deciding what a women does.
The belief that voting for a Republican will somehow change the world, when sorry, we're behind the rest of the world in Education, Gay rights, Healthcare and the way we treat our elderly, because of the choices of a certain Republican President.
There is no place in civilized society for the things the right is saying.
When we stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back.
We are on the footsteps of our abyss. This country is heading for a cliff financially, educationally, morally. That last part, morally is what grabs me.
When we look at our fellow Americans do we see them or their religion, political affiliation or their monetary situation?
Following the right leads us to the slaughter. Do you want to be the sacrificial lamb? DO you really believe your guns will be taken away. Sorry, not going to happen. IF you believe that, you're not worth saving.
The corpses of Americans will litter the streets of its cities if we have a new revolution, and it's coming. If you don't believe it's coming, you're lost.
At no time in human history has there ever been such a difference in the classes and the poor, downtrodden and meek not stood up and started to fight back.
Occupy is the first step toward those who can't speak for themselves will be helped.
Welcome to the revolution!

Dead Society

Cacophony of crows overhead. Buzzards circling the corpse of a dead society. One filled with hate for things others don't have, through no fault of their own.

Cascading rapids of loss sliding through cracks of lasting pain. Filling in for the gradual pain they feel for one another.

The lost group of Americans, the poor, the hungry, the feeble masses. Forgotten in the realms of life. Their only want, to be recognized for who they are. The lost of America, the forgotten of time and remnants of a dead society.

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Lost Dreams Of The American Poor

New days, old way.
We're finding life to be enough about the crazy stared and driven ways.
Faith and politics is driving the argument.
Who are they to take the front, guiding the guillotine on the throats of the poor.
Hated, rated and influenced by the rich.
The poor gather in their holes, hiding, squirming and hoping.
Hoping to get another chance at another life.
Hiding to keep the lives they've lost out of the spotlight.
Squirming to stay afloat, while watching the boat sink.
Watching their lives stink, jaded, glazed over for that promotion.
Annoying the hell out of the right, the listening of the fallacies, the false hopes, the new dopes,
the craziness of the fallen trope, the new found hope of the lost and dying poor.
Lying to them, telling them they'll be fine.
Vote for the crazy man who's going to take away your gun, when you should be worrying about the crazy man that's going to take away your healthcare, your money and the livelihood you have left.
The hope that you're not falling off a cliff, the scattered, tattered and lost dreams of the poor in America.

Who am I, really?

Let's start introduction for this blog, but first this blog is mainly somewhere to vent my personal feelings. Either in prose or comments.

I've been writing for the last twenty years, it's only in the last six years I've taken my writing seriously and began to focus my energies toward it.

I've written two books, one a horror novel set in Las Vegas. The other is Y/A-Science fiction that is along the lines of Dune, John Carter of Mars and Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe in one book.

The Y/A-Sci/Fi book is my most recent.

I have short stories that are sitting in my hard drive, too many to count actually and I'm finding that my writing is my best form of working out my personal demons with my childhood and growing up with divorced parents.

I've thought about doing a political or rant blog for a while. My only reasons for not doing it is my schedule.

So, here is what I'm going to do with What Not? I will write one post a week, it may come out of left field, it may be poetry, but it will have me in it.

My other blog is more about writing and my feelings about writing. What Not? is about truth. Who am I and why am I writing. This feels more like something I should do to clear my head and get it back on my projects.

I will post probably on Thursday, since that is the only day available on my writing and day job schedule.

I hope you follow along and will enjoy reading my posts.

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Leaving The LDS Church Isn't Easy

I've been fighting with myself about writing this post for a while. But after today, it has to be written.

“Feature image courtesy of Seantoyer via Creative Commons”

My wife was raised in a mostly LDS household, her father went on a mission, her mother was raised in the Mormon colonies in Juarez. Her mom is a Romney, yes she's related to Mitt Romney.

My father-in-law left the church when my wife was little girl. My wife was baptized in the church when she was eight, much to father-in-laws disappointment.

My wife went through a change in her beliefs, like I did, when she was younger. Mostly guided by her fathers issues with the church and not his lack of faith in Christianity.

When I met my wife I was an atheist and nothing else. The reason for this is because of my being raised non-Mormon in Utah. Something  I wouldn't wish on anyone. I couldn't do scouts or any number of other things young boys do, because of being non-Mormon.

Recently my wife had been trying to resign from the church and have her name taken off the records, something that no other church does. Her reasons for this are her non-belief in the teachings of Joseph Smith and The Book of Mormon and her lack of belief in Christianity as a whole.

A few months ago she started the process of doing this. She contacted the LDS church headquarters in Salt Lake City with a letter. This is something that must be done in order to "leave" the church.

After sending the letter she did not receive a response from the church for three weeks, and only then it was to acknowledge that they'd received her letter. It took a few more weeks to have the Bishop of the Ward, that we'd never been to, to show up at our house and ask my wife if this is what she'd wanted to do.

Today, this all changed she received a letter from the Home Teachers. The Bishop told her she would not receive any further contact from the church, but yet she receives this letter.

This is not my usual type of post, but I want people to know that you can't just stop going to an LDS church once your name is on their records.

We had missionaries, home teachers and others come to our house after we moved to Las Vegas. How they found my wife is beyond our understanding, and why they keep harassing her is irritating.

I hope this helps someone who is going through the same thing she is.

Here is a place you can look for help leaving the LDS church.

Ex-Mormon.org 

Could Be

Finding, delivering and chasing the rabbit until you consume it. We find ourselves trapped in a never ending game of who's better, who's lost and who isn't here.

Stop playing games and start following names. Learn who you are, stop who you aren't and begin to find what you could be.