God

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 :)

are you there

Are you there?

By jfarrell

 

Are you there?

Really?

I hope so.

I think we all need saving;

I know I do.

 

If,

You’re there,

Please come soon.

 

Before North Korea strikes back,

They might really be that crazy;

Before ISIS strike again;

Before another bomb is dropped on another country.

 

Before the bailiffs come;

Before I lose my home;

Before I sleep on the streets.

 

If,

You’re there,

Please come soon.

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

i hope they are there, looking down, so loved HG Wells

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The Tree

As I walked down the road thinking,

How all hope had abandoned me...

I came up on a pitiful sight~

A bent, lonely and broken tree.

Tears fell from my eyes,

As I reflected on my life...

How much I felt like this tree~

Pitiful, broken and full of strife.

I sat down at the base,

Closed my eyes and begin to pray...

"Dear Lord, why did I give up.

And allow the strings of my heart to fray?"

He  answered with a whisper,

Like a soft and gentle wind...

You turned away from Me, my child~

But I promise this isn't the end."

He then went on to tell me,

To look at the top of the tree...

So I tilted my head skyward~

And saw two lovely green leaves!

Then God said "when you think you're alone

And feeling lonely broken and bent...

Look up to Me for reassuranc~

For My love is Heaven sent.

And like the two leaves,

That you now see...

I will ALWAYS be with you~

Especially when you're a broken and bent tree.

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The Arrival

The arrival


I see him laying there, roaring sound coming out of him, black smoke covering all of him, just like it was predicted by the priests in our tribe. He is bigger than I ever imagined he would be. His wings reflected the sun and blinded us all. His figure reflects light and blinds us all. However, I’m wondering why he decided to come down. Has he been listening to our prayers? Has our time on this world reached an end? What do the tattoos that spell “American Airlines” on his sides mean? It’s all so confusing, but there is no doubt: a God has landed on our sacred grounds.

The day the tribe had been waiting for is finally here. I thought he was smaller, but now that I can see him next to me, our God is bigger than anyone or anything here at the village. He seemed hurt, his wings seemed like they’ve been cut in half. Maybe he needs us to help him, I believe that after all he has done for us, this is our chance to do something for him. As our tribe leader, Rajiv approaches him and looks inside through the holes on his side. He says he saw dead people laying on his stomach. Maybe they were from other tribes, but they seemed too different and strange from all of us.

Rajiv continued trying to make contact with the God, but as he shouted and tried to talk to him, he responded with more black smoke and roaring metallic sounds coming from his wings. We think we might have angered our god. We begin to pray, but our chants seem futile and He does not respond. Rajiv is desperate, he send all of us women to dance and try to peace his anger, but nightfall is coming and our God has yet to respond. We hear another screeching sound. Rajiv interprets this as hunger from our God.

We don’t know what God’s are supposed to eat up amongst the clouds, so we first bring forth our best crops. We offer life from the ground, fruits, medicinal herbs and all kinds of crops. He remains unimpressed. Maybe what he needs is meat to take his strength back. So we fetch our best meat, we bring chicken, boars and even a goat. We offer them in his honor and proceed to cook our more delicious dishes. A feast worthy of a God. Nonetheless, we seem to bore him, and the fire that had once lived inside of our God is slowly dying. Finally, we realize it’s time for the ultimate gift.

Rajiv brings forth our strongest warrior. He, who volunteered himself in order to become a sacrifice for our divine being. The highest honor and biggest display of faith that a mortal can gain can only be received through voluntary sacrifice. We begin to paint all over his body, writing ancient passages and trying to copy the “American Airlines” tattoo from our god. At the same time, men prepare a wood statue to tie up the sacrifice. The time comes and Rajiv ties up the warrior. He chants a few passages, and finally set it all on fire. His death is slow and painful to watch, it takes until dawn for the fire to die.

 

In spite of our efforts the mighty God refused to respond. Some of his body was slowly being washed into the sea, back to a place we will never know. What else could we have done to please our God? Or maybe this was all just a test. We’ll keep trying to please him, but as humans nothing we can do that can compare to his grace. But day after day, we will wait for him to come back and respond. We can always try tomorrow. What a torment it is to live a mortal life, full of the unknown and at the mercy of others.

Noah My Hero

Algae lined port holes

Noah peeked out

a rooster yelled

the elephants were

getting uneasy

stomachs queasy

nerves shot

all vomited

rough seas

Noah prayed

and nobody

strayed

keep the animals

in line

aquaducts

and algae slime

barnacles and

sea urchins

dogs with

beards on chins

Noah saw a dove

it was God's love

dry land

and warm sand

a heart beat away

"All the creatures

praise the Lord"

(Psalm 150:6)

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Take My Soul, To Take Her To You

When last scythe swept your needs away

 

And i sat right there

 

Tears on eyes to play

 

Saw you caught up i don't know where

 

And the shock struck through

 

A sudden bolt to saddened bones

 

Eyewittness to something i hate to prove

 

To relay starless news, a thing i begged against to lose.

 

Wailings in my head

 

Seek mouth as a key

 

Voice hoarse with hope a burning thread

 

Still my sore-shot eyes plead to see

 

Clear pattern.

 

A quickling path i trail to gold

 

A learning i could soul-learn

 

A wanting sheep to be lulled

 

I need to know

 

I need to know

 

Cause these long years i haven't known

 

Here i am through vigil night body, tired thrown

 

Unfound

 

Unfound

 

Respeak all the sins away

 

Washed in the blood, enough to fill the bay

 

Why can't i pay?

 

The last roots grown so deep chokheld my heart's breath to pain

 

Hold me while i stay.

 

Hope to feel my feet unumb

 

Run aside

 

Hear my lover's steps, her voice become undumb

 

Let go of my deepest pride

 

Take me now i beg thee

 

Break me down till i see

 

Shake me from hell, i seek her to be freed

 

Take her now

 

Take her now

 

I kneel, knees to pound

 

Take her now

 

I am broken and fallen down

 

Please

 

Take her to shine

 

Please Please Please

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tags:

Long time

Been feeling pretty uninspired,

The irony my life has been spiraling,

Taking notes about my meditations and dreams,

Going back and forth with myself 'it isnt what it seems'

Even now, writing but not feeling the words,

'How do I feel, how do I feel'  no adjectives, no verbs, 

To describe my daily illusion, 

All the sick as fuck things ive been doing,

These thoughts and white bitches ive been consuming,

Jesus make me believe in you again,

I wanna believe my future could change if I could just see the light through you again,

These crystals around my neck are heavy but im not grounded,

Obsessing about all of the things around me,

Be mine, someone,

Ive lost my contentment,

If I dont feel another body against mine soon I might betray my commitments,

Light eyes give me hope,

I hope she never reads this,

Im an alien, on a terrace, just standing for what I believe in,

These silly words,

These silly words just giving you feeling,

I have none,

Empty but filled with so much expression,

The church would say your blessed and,

You are satan, for including your love for a woman within the same statement,

Im rambling now,

Lucifer the gardian angel of mine who wears a crown,

Send me down a blessing from the sky,

Perferrably a bitch with nice tits, pink lips, and a smile as sharp as a tooth pick,

Make her love me unconditionally even when im acting stupid,

Unconditionally even when im disillusioned...

Oh, and send me a bag of money.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Because its been a while...

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