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I pray for the non-believers of truth who instead uphold the lies of religion
I am. I am not. I am.
I am non-religious, yet I am a spiritual being.
I think of heaven and hell in proverbial, metaphorical ways,
but beyond the metaphors and similes,
how can I believe in a blissful heavenly existence
if there is to be eternal suffering for some.
I will not condone such suffering,
nor do I believe in the possibility of an eternal state of suffering,
therefore a wicked, righteous, hateful heaven does not exist for me.
I believe that all energy is equal; there is not a hierarchy of energy.
When energy is released from a mortal coil which can feel pain, suffering and bliss
via nerve-endings coursing with electrical currents,
the energy does not feel pain and suffering, does not feel bliss;
does not feel emotions in a way that our finite minds can properly conceptualize.
A God which has transcended ego
does not seek worship to validate its existence,
nor does such a God impose fear as part of a test
where the outcome of the grading could lead to eternal suffering:
to use fear like a predator freezes its prey
in the headlights of schizophrenic delusions.
Energy is eternal, therefore a part of you is already eternal.
Eternity is far beyond the constructs of a static, unchanging state.
There is no eternal destination,
because eternity does not have a destination at all --
there is always only the eternal journey within a constant of change
far greater than "good" and "evil", of "heaven" and "hell".
Fairy tales are a wonderful tool to use to plant morals
within the fertile soil of the imagination.
In every person's life, there should come a time when it is understood
how the lead-role-devil in a fairy tale can be as benevolent as the "good" guy.
And vice versa.
Cast aside your fears,
cast aside the fairy tale fears designed by mankind.
Blind faith in a fairy tale is a coping mechanism of denial.
In such a state, one denies coming face-to-face with the ultimate fear
of mortal death and the unknown.
One must purely face fear to shed the tyranny of fear.
I do not judge the non-believers of absolute truth,
who instead hold onto religious lies that are merely painkillers masking the sickness.
Instead I pray for the ignorant non-believing upholders of petty religion,
for they are victims of plastic prophets seeking the plastic profits
of false control and power.
I pray that one day, we as a species, break-free from the shackles of religion,
so that we can collectively stop denying ourselves the face of God deep within
and without.
Until humanity releases itself from religion's stranglehold,
we will continue to choke ourselves, each other, and all surrounding life,
impeding the growth of our true spiritual potential.
I do enjoy fairy tales; enjoy the metaphors held within fairy tales.
For what is a fairy tale without metaphors?
04.12.2013
*Depending on certain definitions, secularism isn't the key either, unless
a benevolent humanist moral code replaces the separation of Church and State.
Just as with religions, there isn't a consensus on the definition of secularism,
because secularism is a mutable, constantly changing concept.
One of the main core objectives of secularism is to further separate the Church
and State, because the merging of religion and politics is detrimental to the
well-being of all life on the planet, especially when a biased religious slant is
used by a political tyrant to justify war and foreign diplomacy under the guise of:
"I am doing the will of God." -- also, when biased, wrongly interpreted religious
slants are injected into Capitalism, the "We have a God-given dominion over all
the plants and animals, which is why it is perfectly fine that I am cutting down the
entire forest," this also obviously has disastrous results for life on the planet.
When enough people believe in a dogma-induced armageddon, it can be
projected into reality as a self-prophecy. If people believe that speeding-up this "armaggedon", is actually part of their salvation, then the proverbial shite truly
does hit the fan. Not all of us want to see the destruction of humanity and the
planet, especially if we view every particle as being sacred.
I felt like posting this prose even though it probably won't receive many comments,
especially since many members of this poetry site are heavily influenced by religion.
Any input is welcome, whether positive or negative. Discussions and/or rants from
the over-zealous religious right, are also most welcome.
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THE LAST DAYS
The days seem to go by so fast. there is a void in the air, the birds have lost their vibrant beat, the ocean has lost its luster, the soil feels solid and dry.
My soul feels as if it has left my body before my death, my dreams haunt my day, the tears stain my steps, my doctor says that it is depression, I say that it is reality, I am intoxicated by society,I am numb by perscriptions.
Why do I feel so isolated within myself? is there no one in my painfully tight shoes? can anyone understand my pain? can anyone melt in my sorrows? why am I this way? why is the world so cruel? why can't I be normal?
Wait! I am normal, what am I saying, I know now, the veil has been lifted, humanity is my enemy, the sins that drip from their sweat, the dread that follows their shadows, their souls of black, their intentions of greed pull a shade across their eyes.
They are destined for doom, they will not be saved, they will not find salvation, they belittle me, they curse me, they shame me, but they are right about one thing, I am different, unlike them, I will be saved in the last days.
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A Grace Sent From Heaven
~A Grace From Heaven.~
That July 7 2007 was supposed to be my Birthday
But it turned out to be a tragic sinister day.
That same moment my son was supposed to come in a joyful way
But it turned out to be a devastation day.
I Prayed
What was supposed to be our celebration day
turned out to be our darkest Friday.
What was supposed to be an unforgettable day
turned out to be a wishful forgettable Tuesday.
Obscure Days
What was supposed to be our family reunion day
turned out to be the birth of a hideous cancerous malady
that destroyed all of my sons upcoming healthy days.
That Monday instead became a wounded bleeding today
having to listen to what the doctor had to say.
It turned out to be 5 months chemo therapy of shadowy days.
Grace From Heaven
My sons soul awakened his spirit one night on his hospital bed
sleeping felt a hand pat on his shoulders
heard a voice,my son you will not die have faith
your soul will awaken and you will be cured.
Today 5 Years Later
Mother & son are miraculously extremely happy
out of the hospital he was flying away
no more chemo therapy & cancer out of his way.
Celebrating my sons healing soul will last Today
Tomorrow And All His Upcoming Days.
Thank You Lord.
Therese Bacha
5/8/2013
Contest for PD......A Grace Sent From Heaven. (Win No.7)
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Moments In Time
The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare
You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark
The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy
You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark.
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I Do Believe
"I Do Believe"
The purpose of LIFE is to {Living In Faith Ever}
to enrich God within us
to an optimum level
so that We as Humans
can be guided by God
to fuel out brothers and sisters
with the same driving force
to connect with the living God,
to His existence and
to See the Invisible,
Believe the Incredible, and
to Receive the Impossible
to our everlasting journey
to Heaven.
Rev. Samuel Mack
Copyright 2013
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War Mentality
They come from a different era
where patriotism is a just cause
they would fight for the true blue
never mind who was right or wrong
they stood staunch and egos proud
their chest out, backs straight and chins up
they come from an old style of thinking
I fight today as my father and grandfather did too.
fighting for an eye for an eye tooth for a tooth
I will die to serve my country even if its a lie
if you try to invade our land
we will come and conquer you
we are defenders of the truth
but the old timers forget
and the young ones have a narrow point of view
there was a time when the immigrants were Irish, Italians and jews
racism was rampant and that hasn't changed
Christians today still preach
'Jesus is savior they say repent your evil ways
pushing their rhetoric just like the roman empire did
amazingly America seems to be doing the same
history seems to repeat itself time and time again
war, religion, oil and what we perceive as freedom
we invade again and again and call it defending democracy
yet the intelligence comes from spies and other governments
because they have shared interests in different types of policy
they all carefully choose their words
because one slip of the lip could trigger war as it has happened before
todays war on terrorism is a campaign designed to instill pain
and un-trust to drain our resources from us
And our leader claimed up front this is not a religious war
yet he paraphrases from the bible we'll get those evil doers
you see bush fooled our religious leaders too.
he used their belief in Jesus he tricked 'em all just to get their vote
he claims he's a born again Christian and this Christians embraced him holly
but then one day bush spoke to Jesus and asked what to do with Iraq
Jesus responded Invade that country
Now dont get me wrong Jesus was not about war
he taught of peace, love and compassion
however his message has been twisted and turned over time
and history shows the hands of Christian religious leaders are always bloody
because they twist the truth to control dictatorship is always the goal
Bush had been plaining war before a judge handed him the seat
on his first day he signed a bill into law prevent any criminal charges against him
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Not Easily Broken
People's, people-of a *modest degree*. Forgive me if something about this poem
is offensive to anyone, my apology to the psyche of your mind that's trying to hide old
wounds, wounds of envy, and transguility. Over and over the year's following the same
old trend of religious prosterity and made up rule's, has gotten us nowhere. Nowhere
but deeper and deeper in a state of implicable confusion that have given us the illusion
of a subject that very rareily is ever spoken. "Not easily Broken. "Who do they they're
fooling". For the truth of some religious fanantic's is that paying your tithe's and trust-
ing good peoples(?) exspecially if they're white or are above the norm of simplicity, put
ting down the minoritie's is the only way to Heaven.
Let his word be spoken, "Not Easily Broken", the problem with dealing with the trend
of acceptence, life and everyday occurence's, is that some-not all, folk's have not com-
pletely come to grip that we live in perilous times, times of same-sex marriages, pastors
of large churche's being caught with the infidelity of the prosterity of lust and the immor-
turity of a fallen yoken. Who thus thou think they're fool'nn, who thus think for the achie-
ver's, the believers that hear the word of God, an aunascity of authencity and natur-
al ability.(Are you following me) Jesus is diplicted as some hippee-looking white dude and
for centurie's and long year's gone by, this has been the trend. The truth was and still is
hardly ever spoken, that he's Emanuel (God of all) so whether you're White, Latino, Indian,
Afro-American, (LOVE) is the token. "Not Easily Broken".
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The Lovers Dance
It was their night they shone bright as they danced their sweet dance
Two lovers embraced in their world of romance.
They laughed and they cried as their eyes locked in stare
It was their world for this moment as if no one was there.
And their steps they so flawlessly glided in tune,
To a melody that touched everyone in that room.
Their passion brought envy to onlookers there,
Who secretly questioned their own love affair.
But as the night closed and came to an end
The lovers were blind to what lie round the bend.
The house and the cars and the jobs that went bad
The kids drove them crazy and their savings were drab.
So they fought to hold on to the things in their life,
That caused them so much of their pain and their strife.
They fought with each other like enemies do,
And dismissed in their life everything that was true.
So when sickness and hardships and troubles occurred,
Their vows to commit seemed truly absurd.
Their home and their kids would now take a backseat,
For their moral obligation they chose not to meet.
So I Ask …
What happened to that dance they danced so well?
With passion and truth everyone could tell.
What happened to their dance where they held so tight?
What happened to the wonder of their glorious night?
What happened to the words that charmed their ears?
With a passionate rhythm that brought them to tears.
What happened to those vows that poured from their heart?
The “I love you forever and till death do us part”.
For these aren’t just words we borrow for the day,
From another who tells us this is what we must say.
We say them cause it’s what we feel true in our heart,
It’s a God given blessing we commit from the start.
But these words are now lost as they fall on deaf ears,
Since the pain and the struggles they’ve created these years.
So the lesson here learned dear people of odd,
Is that love is so fragile but made strong with our God.
So stop fighting for power and money or need,
For all of this nonsense is only our greed.
Keep God in your life and he’ll walk you through,
When heartache and pain and losses ensue.
For why commit vows in the eyes of our God,
And not call on him when life gets too hard?
For the truth of our vows we are all meant to see,
is that marriage is not, made of two, but of three
If reading these words ring some truth in your heart,
Decide that today you will make a new start.
Go hug your spouse and say something kind
Don’t let the small stuff cloud up your mind.
We’re all just lost souls who are trying to cope
If not there for each other then where is the hope?
You see, the anger, the fight
that in us abide, Is only the insecure child inside.
So rise up above all this fear and this pain,
And see all the beauty that there is to gain.
By trusting in God and his will for you
Together forever he’ll see you both through.
For life is too short for our miserly ways
cheap on our love hence dreading our days.
He made us to love in all that we do
To wake up each morning and start us a new.
So pray for your spouse, ask God to be kind
To the person you prayed in the beginning to find.
They’re still the same person you loved from the start
But life and it’s troubles have hardened their heart.
You vowed that you’d love them in sickness and health
Now is your chance to show God what you felt.
So rise up my friend, don’t say that you’re through
For what if your loving God gave up on you?
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Gods and Pinnacles
Over the houses of living beings
Places of Gods
Pinnacles of
Churches
Mosques
And temples
Colossal and magnificent
Glorious scare in the air
Those Gods never expected
Birds that fly in sky
Sometimes perch on that
And have a rest
Being a God of God
Without any care
Invaded investors
Build their glorious tombs
Exceeding the pinnacles
Gods and agents are silent
They want them
To scare the bellow and to follow
For the splendid survival
Udaya R. Tennakoon
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A Stranger After Dark
I was sitting on the back porch ‘bout an hour after dark
When I couldn’t help but notice a tiny pulsing spark.
I thought it was a firefly – It had that kind of glow
But I’d never seen the likes of it – what it was I didn’t know
It flittered to and fro just like a firefly does
I went into the backyard to determine what it was.
Just as I approached the place I thought that it might be
It flew right up and landed very close to me.
Soon I realized it was no ordinary find.
What happened next you won’t believe – it nearly blew my mind.
A Lilliputian creature stepped from this tiny craft
Right then and there I was aware of questions I should ask.
He must have been aware of the fear he’d caused in me.
I could see my hands were shakin’ -- never thought I’d be set free.
His tiny voice became quite clear and in a most convincing tone
He said, “My friend, be not afraid – I‘m here all alone.”
He appeared to be confused a bit and why, I’ll never know
But the fear that he had fostered was about to let me go.
He began to tell his story; I let out a sigh
I knew I’d better listen to this little guy.
Now, he was small in stature; ‘bout a half inch, nothin’ more –
Why, I believe that he could pass through the space beneath the door. .
He then began to tell me – It must sound like a dream.
He was here because of some wayward sunbeam.
“I race Haley’s comet to the far side of the sun.”
He said, “The race is always over before it has begun.
There is a reason for these victories, you see
My good ship Omnipresence, right here in front of me.”
“Time and space,” He said. “Are always at my command.
I can do more things with them than man can understand.”
He said, “I spin the rings of Saturn, create firmament at will
I flew a mission of atonement to a very special hill.”
I asked, “Do you know Jesus? He died upon that hill.”
He said, “When all things are settled, everybody will.
I led three wise men to him that cold and wintry night
The shepherds were there to witness a miraculous sight
So you ask do I know Jesus? -- it fills me with such mirth --
This very craft was hidden there at the moment of His birth.
I was there to hear the angels when they sang out on high.
Yes, I’d say I know Jesus, That’s why I’ll never die.”
Written By John Posey
12/18/12
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