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The Anatomy of God

"The Anatomy of God"

Who shall say there is one God?
if there are many, as it seems
in all the world’s sects and religions -
Who is their God? Is the source
some universal, bright, big, ultra simple,
ultra clean - Halogen Light Beam?
Or just an empty space beyond Beyond,
drawing us all slowly into it’s Black Hole vacuum 
and this has been the true story all along?

The question poses images of 
many different things
a snake eating it’s own tail, 
a never-ending eternity ring;
Who shall say there is no God
there are many, it seems;
there are those who are certain
dead is dead, there are no dreams
no curtain, nor a veil that’s thin,
there is no such thing as Heaven -
but could it be, God is hidden,
in Rene Magritte’s Son of Man’s vision
and what rapture direction Magritte's Golconda - 
will men rain up or down? I wonder.
Go peel back the pages of your books
and the layers of your glass onions
maybe there, maybe not
the answers to be found -
A.I. weaves it's membrane tentacles
seeing, hearing every thought, face and sound.

To each his own and to own their sins
The Anatomy of God 
like peeling layers, of an onion, 
the questions burn, then they sting
honey dripping, bitter almonds
holy waters rising 
what happens if it’s sink or swim?
Revelations of all Armies
fighting wars without, not within -
Are aliens demons? Or distant family, some say friends?
Dream on dear open minded legions 
with or without dominion;
Questions forever oceans rising,
like Meteors, Cock Robin
Sky is Falling

Who is God? 
What is God?

Something’s coming,
Something’s calling.

(Lovejoy-Burton/Jan 2018)
very simple musings, of a very simple mind

1. Debate: Sam Harris & Jordan Peterson
https://www.patreon.com/posts/sam-harris-1-20821646

2. The Story of God - Morgan Freeman - S1 Ep 2 - Apocalypse
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GFP1UQnixlU

3. The Story of God - Morgan Freeman - S2 Ep 2 - Heaven & Hell
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HeZqCHUCsMg

4. Common Themes in Rapture Dreams
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HV7QgU2htJc

5. Electromagnetic Plasma Event 2019 / The Watchman Review
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gro5Bknjdkw

6. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V7xWffB2nH0

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As a writer, people are my vocation.
As for humanity, men, women
And other abstractions,
Their interests constitute little more
Than my hobby; I can only deal in people.
As soon as I start dealing in sects
And sections, I am either an insider
Or an outsider, and I feel lost as either
And as soon as I feel lost,
I make no attempt to find myself,
But simply retrace my steps
And return to the people.
You can call me detached if you like,
But you see, the only way
I can remain sane as a person
With such an all-consuming instinct
For attachment, is to be detached.
The world of subjectivity
Holds no sway over me,
Because it is paradoxically impersonal,
Being affiliated to partisanship,
Sentimental causes and other such abstractions.
I couldn't possibly belong
To a school of orthodox thought
That accepted me as a member.
I don't believe in myself
Other than as a crystal clear container
For the freshest cream of human individualism.
When I was younger,
I ached to be famous for the sake of it,
But now it occurs to me
That anyone can be famous
Provided they are sufficiently audacious
And thick-skinned, and I desire fame
Not so much for the vain satisfaction
Of being seen and known and heard,
But in order to guide others
Towards a happier way of being,
The only precept for celebrity,
Indeed for being in general, as far as I can see.
Adversity seems to be my fate,
As well as fortune.
The meek ones gravitate to me.
I'm the prince of the hurt ones,
The damaged ones.
I resent all success and authority.
I'm so affectionate one moment,
So icy and evasive the next.
I'm in love with many people at present.
I over-accentuate my individuality,
Because sometimes I look at myself
In the mirror and I say:
"Who's that pathetic wreck?"
The more complex you are,
The less you like yourself,
Because you frighten yourself.
The more I find myself liking someone,
The more I doubt us both.
Liking someone negates them for me.

("An Aphoristic Self-Portrait" was based on a series of teeming informal diary entries made in various receptacles in the late 1980s. "The Compensatory Man Par Excellence" originally formed part of a novel written - at an estimate - around 1987. Its fate remains a mystery. "Self-Portrait" may also once have been part of it.)

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Seen God Lately?

Just to set things straight before I rant on.
I believe in God
Religion in almost any form disgusts me
They were given this earth and life in all its glory
What did they do in appreciation ?
They promptly invented a better place!
Heaven. Paradise. Angels, Virgins (why?)
And of course Satan with his burning Hell
It's like being given water to drink and defecating in it
Oh I forgot,    we did that.
Then of course they branched out into sects
Protestant, Catholic, Sunni, etal
Convincing Irish men to war with each other
over how to please God
As to Earth (The Gift from God)
They war over who gets to destroy it
They die to actually own it
Complete with headstone.
Usually in the best area for living.
How do you religious ingrates live with this sin?
In blind senseless destruction of all it can be.

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A Lifes Journey

Mothers, fathers, and their children,
seldom share the exact same beliefs
No matter what their religion might be,
proving a child's relationship with their god 
is no different than with a parent, odd

A youth’s peace of mind, his longing
for his place, a sense of belonging 
The road is long, painful, and circuitous 
A troubled childhood, school bullies, plague us

Dubious religious sects, false, he is their prey
Unscrupulous mental health professionals, 
make the journey seem futile and tear him apart
Finding wisdom, purpose, and sense of belonging 
are finally attained from lessons learned and taken to heart.

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Monarch

"Monarch" 

new wings spread
blue morph 
born to be king

for a short while
the butterfly reigns
cameo dressage 

part of the branch
grounded majesty
in a gilded cage

a new servant to take 
upon the mystery 
of things

much sky to cover,
a new world, a realm  
investing new age

outside the life
of the always known
that ebbs and flows by moon 

swift offering 
en masse as one
chalice to alter 

to lift
to pray 
and sing

make golden
for the next in line
an imprint 

ordained by 
something 
greater

(LadyLabyrinth/2022)



"King Charles III: A Modern Monarch"
https://youtu.be/WpFuTCZ05p4




“I dreamed I was a butterfly, 
flitting around in the sky; 
then I awoke. 
Now I wonder: 
Am I a man who dreamt of being a butterfly, 
or am I a butterfly dreaming that I am a man?” 
(Zhuangzi)


“When thou dost ask me blessing, 
I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness: 
so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, 
and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues 
talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, 
who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; 
And take upon's the mystery of things, 
As if we were God's spies: and we'll wear out, 
In a wall'd prison, packs and sects of great ones, 
That ebb and flow by the moon.” 
(Shakespeare)

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Religious Bigotry

In one spiritual being we do agree
Under varied names we called thee
From different images they were mold
How they came to be varies when told

Religion unites people of same beliefs
Some are powerful enough to sink ships
Some struggle to put their name across
Others use violence to justify their cause

From then on religion has great effects
Confusing people on issues it redirects
Constitutional laws are taken for granted
Religious edicts are usually adopted

Religious bigotry does not make sense
Makes us passive, sexist and subservient 
Prohibiting contraceptives and abortion
Spousal divorce and same sex relations

Governments tend to take advantage
Faithful convictions justify wars instead
They allow them to beat, burn and kill wives
An eye for an eye for those who won’t abide

For them there are only male and female
No gays or lesbians can walk heaven’s trail
To have plenty of children is a gift of life
Taking birth control pills is like killing a child

And so backward the world moves
As increase in crime and poverty proves
As wars were launched in aid of religion
People kill to uphold their congregation

The Bible says that the day of reckoning
Is when various sects have started sprouting
If only we can learn to respect each of our beliefs
Discarding religious bigotry will save us from grief.

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Explain the Fruit of the Spirit - P1

Agape Love is first to our Lord above all things,
Colour of love would be red like an apple of desire,
Which gives off power passion and pulls heart strings,
It’s like a race that never ends and the warmth of a fire.

Second is Joy, which can be unspeakable without end,
Blue in colour like the so named “Berry” on grass and rock,
Time of refreshing reviving renewal with just the right blend,
Like being swept away by a drink not tasted or in your stock.

Thirdly experience Peace a virtue which by many is sought,
The colour being silver which all on its own doth attract,
A purity calmness feeling that passeth all understanding,
Sweet music beautiful nature scenes like light when refract.

Fourthly discover Longsuffering not liked usually one little bit,
Dismal grey like an overcast day is its texture in colour,
Like a prickly pear, which does not entice till you have tried it,
The widow’s oil which was about to run out but kept its fervour.

In fifth place is Gentleness not commonly scene in our sects,
White is its colour code unmarked clean not spotted in any way,
Like cotton wool and silk moving the feeler in many aspects,
Imagine the best bed pillow sleep you had until till the next day.

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Angels

ANGELS

Giant winged man found in  many various religion;
Zoroastrianism, angels depicted benevolent celestial beings;
Angels, angels my thologies in Abrahamic religions;
Angels, angels whom do you believe what you are seeing;

Angels
Who act as intermediaries between God and Heaven;
Other roles of angels protecting and guiding human beings;
Carrying out God's tasks religions, angels within Abrahamic; 
Angels, angels ahh!, yes I do believe in them;

Are often organized into hierarchies;
Angels, angels given specific names or titles like these;
Such rankings vary between sects in each religions;
Such as Gabriel, Micheal or "Destroying angel" flees


"Angel"  expanded to various notions of spirits;
Angels  figures found in other religious traditions;
Angels closed to God and man close so near it;
Angels theological study of angels is known as "angelology" conditions;

Angels who were expelled from Heaven are referred to as fallen angels;
Angels In fine art depicted as having shapes of human extraordinary beauty;
Angels, angel they are often identified using the symbols
Language of men angels bilingual;
Of bird wings, halos and light;
Alas these are the angels of God and Christ;


8/05/18
©2018


For New Rhyming Poems On Angels Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet

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Code Red: Army of Gods

She was intelligent enough not to tell the gentleman of
The access card to her madness of heart
He played strong suits in case his suitcase didn't make
The pursuit in hand soon cut to the chase
 
But this is business at its finest
When we promised we wouldn't try this 'cause
It's an -ism that isn't auto
Like the condition in my blood flow
Don't you know oh
You didn't know
 
And now it's code red at the marina
And the emotions bled because I've seen her
Venus in arms baby an arsenal from afar
Venus in arms with her army of gods
 
I fight emotionless
Since in my soul there's less
We're in suit
But you get the credit while they edit out the sects
Oh it's enough
Baby the -ism's from above
 
So it's code red at the marina
And the emotions bled because I've seen her
Venus in arms baby the arsenal from afar
Venus in arms with her army of gods
 
And she's in my arms
Like a victim of love
Yes in my arms
My victim from above

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Marry Which Merry Witch, Mary

In an Inn, Pierre pared a pear which came in a pair
But his butt is wack’s coz he whacks the wax one first
That he won, son of a gun, under the fare sun at the fair.
Yet he needed Ann the witch, who kneaded and was well versed,

With sects of belles and beaus who have sex, wearing bells
And bows.  Back in the Inn, the merry witch Mary,
Planned to marry off two halves of an ogre, using spells;
She chanted hoo and oohs, too, until the ooze from a fairy

Brewed a brood of eight, plus the maid, that Ann the witch ate.
Who could have guessed that her twice four guests
Who lived on a ferry and made wax fruits and fake cakes;
Yet for odd reasons, buried berries with awls, fore all evil quests.



For Homo's Only Contest

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The Roamings-W

In my green green salad days 
I roamed in my thoughts over the universe
Immersed with the great writings.
Then physically exposed to different cultures
Meeting people of different sects and creed
Enacted Moliere in his own National theatre of Paris,
Oh, the Eiffel Tower and the Chateaus 
The bard’s residence on Stratford-upon-Avon  
Robert Burns of Eyre and Walter Scot of Scotland
The Dracula palace in Romania, the Alps in Germany
Over to Mongolia, the land of Great Chengiskhan
On to Los Angeles to stop for a landmark of
My Roamings and then of Ramblings in black and white, 
The modern marvels of Disney land and Cape Kennedy 
To skyscrapers of Sears and CNN 
And the journey’s end at Niagara, the Antiope of Canada.

Now I am like a remnant of a cloud of autumn
Uselessly roaming in the sky
O Sun ever-glorious
Your touch has not yet melted my vapour
Make me one with your light
And thus I count months and years
Oh, take this my emptiness
Paint it with myriad colors with gold.


Dr. Ram Mehta

*The Roamings is the name of collection of my poems published in 2002. 
*The Ramblings is the name of collection of my poems published in 2004

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I Am Hiv - Aids

The Anatomy of God

Critical Race Theory

Your World On A Map

An Aphoristic Self-Portrait

Seen God Lately?

A Lifes Journey

Monarch

Religious Bigotry

Explain the Fruit of the Spirit - P1

Angels

Code Red: Army of Gods

Marry Which Merry Witch, Mary

The Roamings-W

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