Christianity

Mosaic

Folder: 
Psalms

Only You can pick up the pieces

Of my shattered past

And make something beautiful from it

Gathering the shards and placing them

Into an amazing and wondrous design

Like a stained glass window

Each piece meticulously positioned

Into a picture only the designer could see

 

When I give to You my best

I try so hard to make You proud

My feeble attempts

Like a bruised and broken flower

You hold it gently, press and mount it

Hanging it high for all to see

 

One day I pray that I can look back

And see my whole life laid before me

All the hurt and pain I experienced

Interwoven with the joy and happiness

A blanket that I can wrap my heart up with

And the knowledge that my life wasn't in vain

That I could see every stitch You made

How You carried me all the way

And brought me home to stay

Repetition

I did it again

It's a sin

Father forgive me

For I know what I do

I know what I choose

Time and time again

I choose Me over You

 

The first man condemned me

The last Man redeemed me

The inner man damns me

The new man reviles “Me”

 

I give up again

It's all I can do

 

So take “me” away

And fill me with You

For I know once I am more like You

I'll be the best Me I can be

Transcendence (And Body Politic)

 










Transcendence (And Body Politic)

 

 

 



Her guises were stripped off

Like paint;

 

I had wondered where she could 

have gotten to—to act like a saint

 

The earthquakes have multiple meanings, after all:

 

There are moments of truth. 

But our attitudes, in facing them, such are

several.

 

Why should we try to act on certain

situations, just to make us huge?

 

Her views of change mattered to

me, for lacking subterfuge

 

Tis so raw, so fresh, 

so debilitatingly godly

 

When fake media is stressed, let all

disdain blasphemy.

 

Are we just spirits in human bodies,—

in the physicality?—

 

 

For, when— it makes it clear,

our true selves gather up

a multitudes' spirituality!











Author's Notes/Comments: 

"Transcendence (And Body Politic)", w/c is also an affected poem, previously titled "Transcendence", is a repost from my Twitter platform (inevitably composed on April 29, 2017/at around "06:58"...based from deemed causes that were quirky & perhaps had sprung from thoughts of a possible love interest (rather assumptive & my motivations were unclear; thus, a type of a poem like this was done).  Also, I had edited this version (a little bit of the use of punctuation marks & the stanza/form, these minor tweaks).

 

 

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"God's Plan"

by Jeph Johnson


The concept of "God's plan" makes the idea of a "prayer-answering relationship with God" ridiculous.


Christians attach themselves to both ideas despite this irresolvable contradiction."

Author's Notes/Comments: 

2013 

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Christian "Sin" From a Former Christian/Current Atheist’s Viewpoint

by Jeph Johnson

 

1. What do you understand the Christian doctrine of sin to be?

 

The Christian doctrine of sin is that the creator God's will of what a human should be (as represented in the first man Adam) was not fulfilled precisely, due to the serpent in the garden of Eden tempting Adam to eat of the tree of knowledge and Adam giving in to that temptation. The effects of sin became twofold: a "spiritual" and a "physical" death. The spiritual death separated humans from the "perfect" God (who is "sinless"). The physical death separated humans from life. Jesus (the Son of God, and God incarnate) came to earth to live a sinless life as a man, and suffer and die for the sins of the rest of all humans. It is believed by Christians that due to this sacrifice, eternal life is granted to those who believe in him. Two problems I have is that the physical death that is supposedly "conquered" is still apparent: Christians die and are only "saved" from death in a mysterious "Heaven" that is promised but never shown. In regards to the "spiritual re-birth", Christians still sin, and acceptance of Jesus does not really help in that area either, as I personally am a much happier, nicer and well-liked person since abandoning Christianity.


2. Do you think the Christian doctrine of sin is in any way true? If so, explain. If not, what are your objections?

 

No, it is a made up doctrine intended on giving some explanation for evil in the world. We all do bad things. We all do good things. Morality is relative. Certain actions are just relatively wrong to more people than others.


3. Do you think that you sin?

 

I do bad things some times, yes.


4. If you do sin, why do you sin?

 

Because I want to. End of story. And even when I was a Christian, I thought it was a silly cop out to blame the "sin" I committed on Adam. The better explanation is that I sometimes choose to be selfish and put myself first. Christians actually NEVER take responsibility for their actions: Before they accept Christ it's "Adam's fault" and after they accept Christ it's "I'm not perfect, I'm just forgiven." When does a Bible believer ever need to take responsibility for their actions? Okay, I know "repentance" is preached, but is it really necessary? Shouldn't repentance occur because you want to be a good person, and not to "please God", appease for "Adam's sin" or "because Jesus had to die"?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

2012

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I Have Babygirl Issues

Folder: 
DaddyO's BDSM

by DaddyO

 

Women in Daddy/babygirl relationships often are accused of having "daddy issues."

 

Well, I will freely admit: I have babygirl issues!

 

For those who have wondered or who care, here is a little insight as to why...

 

My teens and early 20s were chock full of sexual exploration. The only problem, it was...

 

ALL IN MY IMAGINATION!

 

When I was growing up, I was a scared-as-hell little boy. My mom was one of the most open people I ever met. She practiced situational ethics to a T.

 

"Wanna get high? ...then I will get you some pot from your uncle and you will sit here in front of me and try it."

 

"Wanna have sex? ...save up enough money and we will get you a Prostitute (okay, it wasn't quite that drastic, but she did tell me about a juice bar that had strippers where I could go on my 18th birthday). 

 

Basically, Mom said I could do whatever I wanted. But here was the catch: I had to take responsibility for my actions. Do you hear that? I will say it once again, with the magnitude my Mom used to drill it into me with:

 

"YOU MUST TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR YOUR ACTIONS!!!"

 

Needless to say, I was scared-as-hell to even touch a girl.

 

Fatherhood at 15? No thanks!

 

Venereal disease? Nu uh. Not me!

 

I had an alcoholic friend who had to sneak his booze from his Dad's liquor cabinet.  I saw what a mess he was becoming and the addictive qualities right away. No way was I going to touch alcohol. The sips of beer my Dad gave me were sickening anyway.

 

Other friends were hooked on narcotics. I remember visiting a close friend (best friend at the time) in a drug treatment program. And was instructed to utilize "tough love" by disassociating myself from him if he relapsed. Well, he relapsed and our friendship ended. So trying drugs? No way!

 

I knew of sexually active teens who's moms were on the boards of the religious anti-sex education crusade. I saw their hypocrisy and was appalled.

 

So what does a young man do with his life after seeing all of that? What else- He joins the Christian church! ---and avoids it all even better!

 

In the Fall of 1988 I "saw the light" quite literally, by having a "born again" experience. Yes, the adrenalin and whatever other chemicals make a person light headed were flowing that night as I sat in a room next to a sexy Christian waitress and gave my life to Christ by saying a prayer of faith I didn't want to believe in. But the very fact that I felt guilty feelings when saying that prayer cemented the idea of a "God" into my psyche. Yes, the fact that I felt guilty NOT believing in God (while saying I did believe), was "proof" enough that God really did exist and it made it "true." I did not think past this concept for ten years, and a "Christian" young man was born.

 

My mid 20s through mid 30s I was trapped in the bonds of this organized religion ridiculousness, living "for Christ" a life of celibacy. Sure, I tried to court women, but how were you supposed to do such a thing when you were not allowed lustful thoughts? How was a man supposed to get close to a woman without being aroused (and thus "lusting")? If I followed the Christian way of courting, I would have had my first sexual encounter on my wedding night! And seriously, the ladies I was courting were either coming back into the fold/former "backsliders" who were very sexually experienced and thought I was crazy for being celibate, or women so prude they probably didn't even understand that sex was supposed to be fun.

 

Not a lot to choose from. And had I chose, I was supposed to ask a woman to marry me without even spending any intimate time with her. How fucked up is that?

 

Ultimately I did get sexual with some of the partners I encountered, but all sexual play was reserved for oral and manual stimulation. I seriously did my best to not lust- and this very well may be why I have such a difficult time now getting an erection. I figured if my cock wasn't hard, I wasn't lusting!

 

I delved into providing oral sex and like to say, "well, at least Jesus did taught me one thing- he made me good at cunnilingus."

 

So now I am an older atheist hedonist and have the freedom to explore. I finally have the balls to actually let loose and be free with my sexuality.

 

I long for what I missed out on when I was supposed to be experimenting and growing sexually with these teenagers and women in their early 20s, hence, my desire for the younger looking/acting females. Age play,; Daddy/babygirl;, it all coalesces for me. It makes more sense than anything else ever has.

 

So, yes, I do have babygirl issues. And am quite unashamed. Perhaps for the first time in my life.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

2011, 2017

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Requiescat in pace

Peace

The feeling of rest

After a hard day's work

The weightlessness of relaxation

Finally

 

Serenity

No reason to fear

No longer any worries

My mind is happily blank

White like new-fallen snow

While I sit by the fireplace

On a Christmas morning

 

Calm

For my spirit is calm

My soul no longer pains me

I'll soon fall asleep

To waking dreams

And an eternity

Of sunrises  

Barrels

Folder: 
Love

For at the bottom of my heart;

The dregs of my emotions lie

I'd given all to you

And you drank without satisfaction

I filled your glass over and over again

Yet you could not be content

 

I had nothing left to give

And then, like so many before

I was thrown aside

Cast out like a leper

But the thing about barrels

Is that they can be refilled

And someone wanted me to be filled

They poured their heart and soul into me

They completed me until I overflowed

They granted me a purpose, and a meaning

 

So now as I look upon you

Inebriated in your unfulfilled grief

Wasted in your past iniquity

I pity you

For we cannot be connoisseurs only

But we must be barrels as well

For we cannot drink alone

But must be drunken from again

Media

Folder: 
Light and Dark

Men of Iron, Men of Smoke

Red hands hidden in their cloak

Helter Skelter in their hearts

Silence people, so they start

End beginnings, death of life

Pleasured pain, calming strife

All their “truth,” is but lies

Hide the demons in their eyes

Propaganda lead the people

Separate the laws and steeple

All who speak against them die

Total darkness soon is nigh

All of those who live are dead

 

In a white world made of red