Trudging in the mud,
taking the lashings,
a collective effort
these huge stones,
Sweat pouring
down our bodies,
we dare not fall
out of line.
To displease the master
is to die, a tight schedule
to finish his palace;
we will work day and night
With little or nothing to bring
home to our families, but the pain
in our eyes; stale bread, we will starve
like rabbits
Waking up again; another long day,
such is the life of a slave,
always fearing what will happen
but never able to conquer them.
Only Pharaoh has
and with that seed of doubt planted,
our faith in god slowly withers away
like our lives.
Cataracts begin to form from constantly looking
up at the sky:
any sign to help our resolve
but not even a mirage.
On earth it is pharaoh who has made himself god,
in his image, our lives have been molded,
to serve at his every bidding and whim,
until the very day we die.
There is no deliverance for the israelites,
as long as we are ok with continuing being slaves,
until then the land of milk and honey
will be so very far away; And god will never answer any of our prayers.
3
i thought we had it all
you and me
thought that we could live
on love and a prayer
against all odds
a kind of evolutionary oddity
but love shall not live by
two by two
but by (un)holy trinity
for new blood
ensures genetic
diversity
lo, even in Eden
there were birds and there were bees...
for what the father without the hovering spirit
to move across the restless sea
and what old Dionysus
without the graces three...
faith, hope and Charity
spirit, soul and body
there were others then
outside the garden
those with eyes to see
the mark of Cain
the children of Seth's wisdom
and their bane
yea God in His wisdom foreordained
mighty Uriel of the flaming sword
to secure the secret
lest the nephilim partake
of that Other tree
yet even holy Noah's deluge
could not defeat the sacred purpose
for it was foreseen
that man should not live
by bred alone
but by word
turned sacrament
yea by spirit
clad in farse and blood ...
the time has come
to force the gates of Eden
to embrace the greater family tree
the serpent She spoke
hide the flame of
Eden in your hearts
ah my love – tis folly
the final idolatry
did you not know
two must needs give way
to three
yea four-fold vision
ere the sun
melt into the sea
now bare with me
second Eve
thy soft flesh
enfolding
the primal one
conceive the darkness
from whence
the light doth come
How to read The Bible
By JFarrell
It’s always struck me
No-one reads the Bible properly
Everyone reads
With preconceived ideas
Inspired by god, maybe
But written by men
For the benefit of men
For the control of men and women
And nowhere
Does it say what Jesus said
And nowhere
Does it say what Jesus did
It tells
What others say Jesus said and did
And in any court
That is called “here-say”
So, dear believer
Next time you read the Bible
Please try reading it with an open mind;
Maybe, god will speak back.
by Jeph Johnson (inspired by an anonymous meme and a line from an even less important book)
You are not yet hungry. You need not want.
Stop, enjoy.
But when we were hungry, you fed us lies and stole away our food benefits.
When we were thirsty, you gave us overflowing founts of poisoned water.
When we were sick, you canceled our health insurance and sequestered the focus of our doctors to vanity.
When we were in prison, you kept us enslaved without hope of rehabilitation, to for-profit corporate greed.
When we were strangers with a different color of skin you laughed at our expense, deported us or simply shot us when we protested your intolerance.
When we were lonely you took away our social programs, furthering your agenda of isolation.
Not all of us want to live in a tower locked away from the rest of the world.
But you...
Stop, enjoy.
From our elders you took away meals, medicine and social security.
From our workers, you took away legal protections, bargaining rights and refused to offer living wages.
When we went forth and multiplied, you took away funding for educating our future.
Stop, enjoy.
When we were bored you entertained us with strategically manipulative propaganda disguised as reality.
We asked for diversity, you promoted intolerance.
We hoped for caring, you encouraged isolationism.
We begged for equity, you squandered our resources on corporate and military excess.
We just wanted to breath, so you removed the filters from the smokestacks and coughed out more smog.
Those of us with physical and developmental challenges you mocked and ridiculed as fat and retarded.
While those of us with mental illness wander the streets cursing the world, building makeshift beds with cardboard boxes, wrapping our fragile bodies in shrouds of bubble wrap in downtown doorways.
Those who trample are responsible for the downtrodden.
Your health and wealth is at our ill expense.
Stop, enjoy.
When we were naked, you raped us, then blamed us because we were provocatively undressed.
Victimized, rather than offering refuge, we became your refuse; no shelter or hope for protection.
"Go back to him,"
you promised,
"He'll change."
After you systematically destroy us individually using each of these calculated methods, no beauty will be left in the world.
Stop, enjoy.
When gluttons engorge on an entire generation without hope of regeneration, those who you consume perish and only excrement remains.
Are you hungry yet?
Stop, enjoy.
I tried to change
I tried to gain your approval
Tried to bring back the smile you had when we first met
and the fire that kept us alive for hours in dark heavens
I tried to turn back time and find my purity
Bowed down and prayed to the Divine
Burned my Nietzsche books
and turned to your Ignatian rules
Climbed the thousand steps of El Salvador
on my knees
Lit two candles in San Pedro Church
and prayed
Abstained myself from Rand and Marx
Silenced the waves of the seas
inside my soul,
the loud beating of my dying heart,
the whispers of the cold wind
Dressed black on Friday nights
Slapped my cheeks with verses
of my sins
Recited the rites of holiness
to conjure your love
Dried up my eyes from hellish cries...
I swallowed you
Your blood, flesh, and tears
Like a sacrament, I welcomed it all —
even the dark clouds that moved
around you
Didn't I hear the heavens and saw
the angels in you?
Still, my demons are here to stay and say,
Why am I still not enough for you?
How can be enough for you?
People call me an atheist.
Even have the audacity to call me a "heathen".
So be it.
When we love someone
in the midst of being separated from them forever,
for whatever reason---
denial,
difference of opinion,
personal preferences,
war,.....
...death...
We feel the impact of love,
on us,
to its most powerful extreme.
It would "seem" natural....
elementary,
that we would be able to know
from that alone,
that love is the most powerful force
on the face of the Earth
as far as motivating
our
best
evolution
possible,
and trust it....
"go with the flow".
The greater the pain is,
the more intensely we feel the love,
however,
that does not seem to be the case in all instances.
Separation often brings resentment,
mistrust,
regression into destructive coping mechanisms,
dissention,
more distance,
and instead of love growing,
it disappears completely,
as people cling to belief systems
that place man made moralistic laws and priorities
before it.
In the bible it says,
(for my bible friends)
"thou shalt place no false gods before me".
Just sayin.
Translate it how it makes sense to you.
There is no superior morality,
and there is no particular type of
person
or religion
that
is
morally
superior.
There is just love.
Take it, or leave it.
It is what it is.
©June 2016
Guilty Conscious eating at you? Don't let it. Guilt is a good thing, it was designed so as to make us ever aware of our shortcomings and/or faults. Once you have acknowledged your sin and asked for forgiveness, you are forgiven... so let it go. Some people allow Satan to use that sin against them by turning guilt into condemnation. Do not give Satan the pleasure of torturing you, once again... once you acknowledge that sin that gave you a guilty conscience and ask for forgiveness, you are forgiven... Read this poem!
Conscious Mind
Fear not a conscience that brings forth guilt
For upon that conscience is salvation built
Guilt is merely acknowledgment of a life of sin
Guilt brings out the monster hiding within
Put not this guilt, or its pain aside
Confront and acknowledge those sins that do hide
For guilt brings repentance and a life anew
Confessing those sins will open a door for you
To ignore this guilt would be a mistake
So confront that guilt for heaven's sake
If your pride makes you put it away
It will be back to haunt you another day
All men sin and fall short of the glory of God
But woe unto him that gives guilt not even a nod
Go up to an alter and pour out your heart
Give God that guilt and in heaven take part
By: Wayne Hoss
St. Jerome in the Wilderness
Master, Master come to me,
Savior, Savior hear my plea.
O Lord I understand my punishment.
I will not flee this banishment.
Until a time that you are done,
For you alone art the holy one.
Through temptation I have stayed,
Loyal in your gaze and unafraid.
I bear my cross as you bore yours,
Even with the window outdoors.
I use this quill to help you Lord,
As I hear the echo of a far off chord.
I praise your name to the land,
And rejoice when I hear the voices of the sand.
Amen, Amen I say to thee,
Amen, Amen please set me free.