There Is No God

As I wake
Another day of nothing
Grey skies and daily rituals
A mugging here and there
Smog surrounds me, it eats me inside
Insects devour, life drains, ebbs, flows to death
Meaningless is life
Love simply prolongs ones agony
On a journey with no purpose
I assure you there is no God
Show me a deity with such cruelty
I dare you, for there is none
Life is a random act of death
To become us all
Do not try and tell me different
Intelligence is fates way to call us fools
For whatever we choose to believe

Mayans were ancients
Deceived by the sun and moon
They sacrificed their young
On the pyramids of doom

Today, the sun rose 
Tonight the moon shall greet my tired eyes
Into a slumber, a blissful sleep
I shall dream of the heavens and their gods

Today
I held in my arms an angel
All of a year or so old
Her arms outstretched, in blind love
Knowing I would catch her dreams and breathe her smiles

The devil that I am
I could not resist
To feed to her all my happiness
Her little hands grasped, as her eyes flirted for more food

I have some words of wisdom to bestow upon all you mortals now
Any court jester who tells you there is no god
They have not met Maya
I am so blessed, that I have


Notes: I had this in the works as a completely different poem. That afternoon I took care
of Maya ( 18 months ) and her brother Timmy ( five ) Afterwards we went to a restaurant for a snack, and Maya in my arms was in heaven eating her onion rings !! Both Timmy and Maya are such little angels, that would brighten up anyone's days, and when you see how beautiful children are, you realize the deeper meanings of life!
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Smith Avatar
July 27, 2014 at 6:57 AM
Why are we so quick to blame God for all the bad, but so slow in blessing him for the good... God is not the destructor, but the healer of destruction brought on by the Devil and our own hand... Wonderful write my friend!.. Hugs.. Arlene
Sergi Avatar
June 6, 2014 at 9:11 AM
Hi Art: Thanks for your comment on my bawdy. Done in the interest of poetic license (ha ha)
Lindley Avatar
June 5, 2014 at 7:36 AM
Truly a fantastic write my friend! Children are the world that has love in it. I once tried to imagine an entire world with no children, it was a nightmare! Triple bravo's on this beautiful offering!!!!!!
Callus Avatar
May 31, 2014 at 1:25 PM
Very good write Arthur! Loved how you started on one side of the 'river' and finished on the opposite one! Enjoy Maya and thank the one who has made this possible. // paul
Vaso Avatar
June 4, 2014 at 10:37 AM
Thanks Paul, I added a wee not to explain how that came about!
Sergi Avatar
May 28, 2014 at 11:57 AM
Hi Arthur: I was fascinated and also intrigued by this poem in that You met and fed an angel your happiness. Perhaps you can give me a commentary on it. GREAT WRITE!
Vaso Avatar
June 4, 2014 at 10:36 AM
Thanks Ralph, I meant to add some notes in way of explanation, so I just did!!!! Cheers!
Mohammed Avatar
May 25, 2014 at 6:44 PM
I totally concur with some of the reviews here Arthur. Thought provoking piece. Keep that ink flowing.. : )
Vaso Avatar
May 25, 2014 at 8:10 PM
Thanks Mustapha, always a pleasure to hear from you!
Jamoner Avatar
May 25, 2014 at 6:26 PM
Well written.. I like how it started and ended.. It is really an interesting and intriguing poem. - All the Best Doris
Vaso Avatar
May 25, 2014 at 8:09 PM
Thank you so much Doris! Welcome!
Guillermo - Fraser Avatar
May 25, 2014 at 3:38 PM
intriguing, thought provoker.. maybe cause am not so particular with the MAyans thus i tried first to read about it lools.. :D well, it's sad that some tribes still do this type of offering "sacrificing their kid", inhumane and well unforgivable.... offering i believe is most acceptable when we give cheerfully and wholeheartedly..... and it's not because it is force nor it's because all are doing and so one must also do "just to be in"... no.. :), GBU Art
Vaso Avatar
May 25, 2014 at 8:08 PM
Hi Olive yes I am the "dead thought provoker" :)
Andresen Avatar
May 25, 2014 at 1:57 PM
- I share your thoughts here in your very well written poem - Thank you, Arthur - oxox // Anne-Lise :)
Vaso Avatar
May 25, 2014 at 8:06 PM
Hi there Anne Lise, thanks so much for your kind words!!
Carrillo Avatar
May 25, 2014 at 12:40 PM
A very interesting write, Thought provoking Thanks for sharing. Thanks for sharing.... Lucilla
Vaso Avatar
May 25, 2014 at 8:05 PM
Thanks for your kind words Lucilla!
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May 25, 2014 at 11:22 AM
Enjoyed your poem Arthur, I think the sooner we stop blaming God for our cruelty the better, and take responsibility for our own actions. yes we are all born to die, what we do in between is our choice, and the choices we make affect others. Best wishes Elizabeth
Vaso Avatar
May 25, 2014 at 8:04 PM
Thank you so much!
May Avatar
May 25, 2014 at 8:23 AM
Very nicely penned... I liked how you introduced the Mayans..then ended with the little angel, Maya...
Vaso Avatar
May 25, 2014 at 8:00 PM
Ah Joseph thanks, the whole idea was the ending, Maya is 18 months old and just a bundle of joy!
Smith Avatar
May 25, 2014 at 7:53 AM
That is wonderful...It gets even better....I like the way you took this piece.
Vaso Avatar
May 25, 2014 at 7:59 PM
Thanks Tim, much appreciated
Ponce Avatar
May 25, 2014 at 1:49 AM
I adore the contrast. It's like a Yin-Yang or the two sides of a coin...or past's rough thoughts evened out by today's diamonds.
Vaso Avatar
May 25, 2014 at 7:58 PM
Thanks Jake, that was a poem right there!!!
Harrell Avatar
May 25, 2014 at 12:44 AM
Ha, I was about to give you some advice. You are indeed blessed. Enjoy!
Harrell Avatar
May 25, 2014 at 2:20 AM
Heck, yeah :)
Vaso Avatar
May 25, 2014 at 12:48 AM
Surprised you did I? :) thanks!!!!
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