God

Ramses II

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Logic of Truth:

Everything that is false is true,

everything that is true

is false

 

wrong is right and right is wrong,

up is down and down is up

 

Through the dialectic they pervert your

views, through logic they distort what

is true

 

This is the world we live in,

one where fact is opinion

 

Doubt leads to control,

and that leads to suffering

 

For it does not give

it takes

 

Only love can set you free from

this prison of a reality

 

In his name I pray, please illuminate the

way

 

Begone, Demon I release myself

from your service.

 

Go back to where ye came,

satan

 

I have been redeemed by him

who is true,

through the knowledge of infinity

I will spread his good news

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Isaiah 5: 20

Woe to those who call evil good and good evil, who put darkness for light and light for darkness, who put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter.

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3

 

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

 

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Mohammed let me down

Mohammed let me down

   By jfarrell

 

The eclipse…

There; so many infidels we could have slaughtered, like pigs;

But, Allah, didn’t speak to us;

I don’t understand;

 

Maybe,

Even mohammed fears god?

No order to attack?

C’mon, they are camped in fields in their droves;

No police; no concrete blocks;

One single truck…

Hundreds could be dead…

 

But,

No……

Maybe, even your mighty Mohammed fears god,

And his wrath;

Me? I’m an infidel, don’t even believe in god;

 

Sorry, with the eclipse;

You’re failure to act;

Either you’re a bunch of pussies;

Or your, personal, Allah’s full of shit.

 

And I’m easy to spot, if you wanna put a fatwah on me;

I wimp, cowardly looking westerner, wearing glasses;

My profile pic is me;

But blowing women and children up more your kinda thing

Coz that’s wot worthless cowards do;

Hurt those weaker.

 

C’mon, big man (hehehe “big man” hehe, wot a tosser);

Seriously; the eclipse; not one message from Allah?

That’s why you will lose :-)

You don’t really believe;

You’re just tourists. And ill-informed ones, at that.

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

yep, tourists

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Compass

Compass

  By jfarrell

 

I do envy those who believe in god;

Whoever your god happens to be;

I mean no disrespect;

I don’t need moral guidance;

Try to be nice to everyone works for me;

But,

When the world and everyone in it is against you,

Or so I feel,

“please, god, what am I spose to do?”

 

A faith,  a belief, a reliance;

A compass; point the way;

Set you back on your course;

Give you, give me a direction..

I do envy you.

 

And, whatever your compass is..

God, mindfulness meditation, getting drunk and having lotsa sex

(lucky bastards)

Use it.

Don’t end up lost, floundering like me.

 

I will get to somewhere better than I am now,

Believing in something watching over me, caring about me;

Might make the journey easier.

So, I envy you believers.

 

I can’t even read a map,

My skill as a compass… ?

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

show me the way to go home, i'm tired and i wanna go to bed

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Nothing, Like You

Nothing, Like You

By JFarrell

 

I am not the messiah

I am not a celebrity

Not wealthy, not important; I am

Nothing, like you

 

I am not particularly intelligent

Nor talented, special or anything other than average

I am a nobody; I am

Nothing, like you

 

I am a faceless, voiceless, meaningless statistic

A number on a piece of paper

It is cost effective to give me

Nothing, like you

 

Nothing; empty; space; absent; irrelevant;

Nothing; zero; zilch; sweet F. A.

I am absolutely

Nothing, just like You.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

just because i dream i exist, do i have to choose to believe i do? :-)

How to read The Bible

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.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

reading is good

I say, I say, about this book….

I say, I say, about this book….

By JFarrell

 

I say, I say, about this book…..

Look at that mountain,

Does it look like I write books?

 

Oh, please forgive me,

You probably do not recognise me,

It has been a long while.

I’m God, so pleased to make your acquaintance,

I designed this little paradise,

Quite a while a go.

 

Then got called out on a job;

After all, one has to pay one’s bills.

Forgot all about this place.

 

I was driving home listening to Radio 4’s Christian hour,

What a secret pleasure, rather like listening to Monty Python on acid;

Laughed so much, nearly rear-ended the police car in front of me.

But, about this book….

 

I do not write books,

I make mountains, and I create microscopic snowflakes,

Why the hell would I write a book?

 

Look around you,

Every mountain, flower, cloud, living creature, raindrop, snowflake and rainbow,

If you can’t see “I love you” written there,

LEARN TO READ!

 

I did not write this book.

MEN wrote this book.

 

 

Just a bit of fun :)

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

harmless bit of fun

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Did God make this world?

Did God make this world?

By JFarrell

 

( I heard in the news Stephen Fry in trouble over comments he made)

 

Let’s assume

For the sake of argument

God is real

God created this beautiful, amazing world

 

How can you blame him for the ugliness in it?

 

The death of a child from cancer

A school buried in a mud slide

People scarred by chemical weapons

People dying in vast numbers

 

Famine, drought, war

This is all men

With cancer, several years from now we’ll discover something we used to do

Created it

 

I don’t believe in god (I think)

These are not things sent by god to “test us”

This is us, it always has been

Stop blaming god

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

you have a mind, and it's better than mine :)