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BAPTIST MINISTER'S DAUGHTER

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 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

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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

28th Day Sober

28th Day Sober

By JFarrell

 

 

(“All the people in the world, they have the chance to change things;

But they must think and work and dream,

And break some rules, to change things.

They must change.”   John M Watts of Fischer Z)

 

 

I am still sober on the 28th day,

But with the London Bridge attack, last night,

Forgive my lack of jubilance.

 

I have had to be determined to get to this place; sober,

And I have new determination

To learn Arabic, to destroy this ideology, with poetry.

 

You can’t fight lies with lies;

You can’t fight hate with hate;

So truth and love are the only weapons we have.

 

And WORDS.

And it is words that started this mess,

Since the beginning of time.

 

No god has ever asked MAN to war, fight or hate;

No god ever wrote a book:

Gods make mountains, rain, love.

 

MEN write “these are the words of god”

MEN who want power speak “in the name of god”;

And, please notice I said “MEN” - this is not my hidden sexism poking through;

MEN cause this.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

we can change if for the better

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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The Art Of Dying Peacefully, With No Pain

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I looked at the leaves as they burned

 

And i knew i couldn't steal their souls away

 

I couldn't hurt them

 

They had lost the only thing in their life

 

The only thing to give them life

 

It had disposed them 

 

Cursing them to aimless floating

 

Aimless lying

 

They had become invincible

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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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