“Creed” on the World By Steve Turner

We believe in Marxfreudanddarwin

We believe everything is OK

as long as you don’t hurt anyone

to the best of your definition of hurt,

and to the best of your knowledge.

We believe in sex before, during, and

after marriage.

We believe in the therapy of sin.

We believe that adultery is fun.

We believe that sodomy’s OK.

We believe that taboos are taboo.

We believe that everything’s getting better

despite evidence to the contrary.

The evidence must be investigated

And you can prove anything with evidence.

We believe there’s something in horoscopes

UFO’s and bent spoons.

Jesus was a good man just like Buddha,

Mohammed, and ourselves.

He was a good moral teacher though we think

His good morals were bad.

We believe that all religions are basically the same-

at least the one that we read was.

They all believe in love and goodness.

They only differ on matters of creation,

sin, heaven, hell, God, and salvation.

We believe that after death comes the Nothing

Because when you ask the dead what happens

they say nothing.

If death is not the end, if the dead have lied, then its

compulsory heaven for all

excepting perhaps

Hitler, Stalin, and Genghis Kahn

We believe in Masters and Johnson

What’s selected is average.

What’s average is normal.

What’s normal is good.

We believe in total disarmament.

We believe there are direct links between warfare and


Americans should beat their guns into tractors .

And the Russians would be sure to follow.

We believe that man is essentially good.

It’s only his behavior that lets him down.

This is the fault of society.

Society is the fault of conditions.

Conditions are the fault of society.

We believe that each man must find the truth that

is right for him.

Reality will adapt accordingly.

The universe will readjust.

History will alter.

We believe that there is no absolute truth

excepting the truth

that there is no absolute truth.

We believe in the rejection of creeds,

And the flowering of individual thought.

If chance be

the Father of all flesh,

disaster is his rainbow in the sky

and when you hear

State of Emergency!

Sniper Kills Ten!

Troops on Rampage!

Whites go Looting!

Bomb Blasts School!

It is but the sound of man

worshipping his maker.

breaking through the dark

the leaves fell silent over the crisp fall air,
when a song sprang in the fashion of spring
captivating the heart of this life, this love. 
a hum spoke into a secret place
speaking a little story breaking through the heart
breaking life and making new the heart. 

Summer Lightning


The rain came across the sky
as summer lightening struck across
purple, red, orange light.
There laid a pause within the stillness
before each raindrop fell upon my face.
In that moment,
I turned to face above
my heart stood still clenched
as its eyes unraveled the hues of love
streaming from the corners of the sun.
in the silent - before the thunder,
I lost my breath.

What’s for lunch

Traffic accident
Road to Chipotle is blocked
Asian bistro time

Haiku time

Blossoms budding bright -
a street lies silently still
resounding beauty.

Morning, Morning Go Away

The stars lean on your laugh
for by dawn when light is near
the fading night is a broken crutch.
No escape in sight
they draw nearer still
to the life in your smile
away from morning’s light. 

Trapped Fireflies.

Fireflies flying in a jar are bright.
But since I placed them there
twelve years ago, they are now
nestled at the floor lifeless.
Brittle wings infused with decay
part nothing but the trapped stale air.
Yet when my eyes flutter 
on nights, the crescent moon
unsheathes her pale kiss,
and life finds itself in the fireflies’ wings.
They breathe again
if just for a waning moment.

Walking Back to Home.

Tall tales - I remember those from before
when I was younger and more fortunate.
Now the creaking of new thoughts on old ones
just paint in moving shades of gray and black
echoes of shades strolling through corridors.
The wallpaper reminds me of home.

Absent Reflection

The mirror blank -
my face is absent
from the reflection.
My eyes blank -
my soul is absent
from my reflection.

Pitter patter spatter -
what’s the matter,
It is a surprise to me
how foolish rhymes
can so easily ease.