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Dying Religions
These fairytales of life we buy like shattered bits of humble pie,
They convolute and twist our minds far into a world where the true dream is denied,
We hold them high above what's real,
The wheel of life and what we feel gets wasted
In the dream beyond the chasms we create...far from love, and it's chasteness.
The dream is now, the only one, the stories we weaved,
Withered and dying in the gutters of the fold,
The time arrives for every man to unravel his mess within,
And let go the fairytales of old,
...allow this future to unfold.
7:59 PM 4/20/2013 ©
interesting thoughts...ima
interesting thoughts...ima have to read this again tomorrow after sleep
wow... you have a LOT of
wow... you have a LOT of skill in writting!!! very very impressive... altho i am very religious hahaha
Thank you. Religious is ok! I
Thank you. Religious is ok! I am religious too. My religion is love. Peace.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Religious Focus On Power
...when the calling is to attend to the spirit - to prepare it for another kind of journey - I too am religious, I wear it under my collar and on the edge of my pockets - but sometimes...the discussion becomes a question of devils or angels. The world's religions are beautiful, then humans start interpreting the passages of holy text to suit their ends. Hmmmmmm... ~~A~~