religion

to come to know another (a breakaway discovered among groups of birds)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

to come to know another

(a breakaway discovered

among groups of birds)

 

 



 

 

to come to know me is
to deep dive to me

 

 

to not resent
the unanticipated
cavernous dark
sides or hues

 

 

what an awful
surprise that would
be if you had
that false image
before you love

 

 

an idea far-flung
gets into your
morality,
then let birds
fly away




forgetting everything
in their flight—

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cold Rage

Scream, scream, screaming:

 

Help those drowning 

 

all around

 

and they look to their coffers,

and the piles fill into the coffins--

 

The tide is coming in and the flood

is just getting worse:

there's a rage building in the dead,

and we'll speak for them. 

 

Wretched bodies flung into a funeral pyre,

and the silence is deafening upon the pile,

and we see our love burned to ashes,

and we see their hands deep in pockets.

 

Cold hard cash for the winners and 

death sentences for everyone else. 

 

There's a cold rage building in the dead

and we'll speak for them. 

 

The march of the dead is coming and 

pitchforks are on our side this time.

 

Too big to fail too big to fall to big to take on

too big for their own good too big so

 

let's build ourselves and let them know

 

we're too big to ignore.

 

There's a cold rage building in the dead and

it just keeps growing and

we'll speak for them. 

 

If we're face down, six feet under, it doesn't matter

if their cash piles grow and grow

in the face of God they pray, bow, and pretend

it's fine as long as they say sorry

 

and it won't be. 

 

A cold rage is building in the dead,

am ember burning

threatening to blow it apart

and it just keeps growing

and

 

we'll speak for the dead. 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

There's a cold rage building in the dead. 

the carpenter

 

the carpenter

 

cuts the wood

 

with a blade clean

 

sharp straight and

 

true muscles con-

 

tract     with measured

 

constraint this will

 

be his life’s work

 

this labour of

 

l o v e      every-

 

thing his hand touches    be-comes    a crucifix of sorts    built with blood and sweat and

 

tears    he loves to work and so he works with love      he has a good eye for beauty they

 

say    the elegant simple beauty of a carpenter    who himself is weighed and measured

 

cut and sanded   patiently fashioned   the secrets of the trade   not the son but the father

 

suspended on a

 

crucifix of our de-

 

sign he trades his

 

labour for a loaf of

 

bread how he misses

 

home still hammer

 

and nail and clamp

 

and glue the wine

 

of life his blood

 

that flows he is

 

building the king-

 

dom of heaven un-

 

awares hammer in

 

hand he is con-

 

structing a dream

 

yet all he knows is

 

that he is working

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

For Krysztof

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Subject No. 7

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Subject No. 7

 

 

Still, there's time and room

for my religious studies—

Metaphysical








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BAPTIST MINISTER'S DAUGHTER

She was handing me 

a flask filled w/ J.D.

as raindrops bounced off

my rain poncho

& ran down my face.

And she smiled 

as I shivered at the burn.

 

I crack a few jokes

to hear her Southern laugh

as I feel the rain

as it patters off the ground

and it’s just 3:00am

and the band is still playing.

 

My feet are sinking

in the mud

and my knees 

are turning to butter.

She wants to smoke a joint

and produces a joint.

She offers me psilocybin

should I be so inclined.

 

I suspect she wants

to get me wasted

to take advantage of me.

 

But in the spirit 

of the moment

I had to take that chance.

There is something magical

and truly special

about being corrupted

by a Baptist minister’s daughter.

 

 

 

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Insomnia

Folder: 
Just For Fun

With night comes thoughts into my mind

Philosophically broad and deep

Why do I sit here counting fireflies

When I should be fast asleep?

 

What if Atlas shrugged

And Prometheus lied?

Enkidu lived

And Gilgamesh died?

Horus instead had been fried?

Anubis a coward who'd always hide?

 

What if we're all dead inside

And stay that way because of pride?

 

What is the difference between apples and oranges?

Why are patients so afraid of syringes?

Why must something go up, and then down

Why do the wealthy always seem to frown?

 

What I'm trying to say

I must protest

Whilst I stutter

And give it my best

That life is all-in-all a test

To live or die beyond our rest

 

Rest, rest, I wish I could

And if I could, I surely would

Some peace and quiet, I must confess

Would surely give this brain a rest

People Taker

 

          Pontif                         Pond scum

          Perpetual                   Ponzi scheme

          Posturing                   Position

          Pose and          Pilfer!

 

    Pius                                Poindexter

     Glimmering      coin           Polisher

    Defector           and           Selector

 

          Skeletor           Sinew

          Peal Off           Removal

          Usable for       Perusal

          As       per       Unusual

          Skewed           Renewal

 

          Fat          Dripping

          Meat            Eater

                                          Pain 

                                                    Maker

 

         Self           Server

         Book          Pusher

                                         People 

                                                     Taker

 
Author's Notes/Comments: 

A free verse inspired by the bad parts of organized religion and politics. 

Destroying statues, burning books

Destroying statues, burning books

   By jfarrell

 

Sorry,

Statues, paintings, art

I feel ill equipped to comment on

My idea of art was 2000AD.

 

Burning books….

Books I love, books I know;

Some books scare me; yes ban it; burn it;

Some books shame me; yes, ban it, burn it.

 

But I saw pictures of Mosil, after ISIS;

Like Dresden, after England’s Royal Air Force;

Like Pompei, after the eruption;

Is ‘Holocaust of Art’, ‘Holocaust of History’ the right way?

 

I have never read, and never will, wotever Hitler’s book was;

But I instinctively want it burned;

Though no personal connection,

I can give you 6 million and more reasons why.

 

But, I don’t study hate, or politics/religion;

Maybe, if I were clever enough,

Reading this ‘material’ really would help

In resolving all the world’s hate, and achieving Utopia.

 

A great coldplay song….

“i’m gonna buy this place and burn it down”

There really are some places, some people,

I wanna burn.

 

But, if we burn our past,

Our history;

How can we learn from it?

And what might it teach us, if we didn’t burn it?

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

great line from Sting - "History, will teach us nothing."

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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