The bombs of justice overcome the bombs of terror
The drones of peace fight back the drones of war
Some gnostics claimed this world was the God’s error
I rather think about the error 404
The moral compass has not been updated
Since 1970s, it wiggles every way
According to the graphs the most outdated
Drawn from the dust of ancient blood stains
A bunch of modern noahs build new ark
Which in the fit of patronage they do
All gimmegrants and askers come to mark
Their presence in the nest of grand cuckoo
I was there too, but didn’t warble my requests
Thinking that come and go would do me better
Than if I’d stay as cuckoo fledgeling in that nest
I was mistaken, but it doesn’t really matter.
Categories:
gnostics, extended metaphor, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
The Christians
and the Gnostics
can either sect be right
Would God omniscient
have created
such violence and blight
To kill and maim
rape and burn
for scripture misconstrued
Defies the spirit
and the mind
— disproving Him anew
(Villanova University: February, 2024)
Categories:
gnostics, religion,
Form: Rhyme
A pebble makes ripples
A ripple makes waves
A wave overtakes you
And ushers in a new age
And a thoughstream
Of my creation
Creeps onto the page
Is the end beginning
Or the beginning just arriving
Am I dead to the world now
Just merely surviving
On the event horizon
The prophecy unfolds
Mysticism of the Gnostics
Never grows too old
To relate to today
As the age is now turning
In the blaze unconsuming
The big bush still burning
Dragon God Quetzalcoatl
Your feathers of gold
Spread your scaly wings now
As the ways of the old
Are surfacing once again
As the Mayans are arriving
On a spaceship of lightning
The so called Satan
Is every ounce of wisdom
The oligarchs hide wisely
Only the open
Can restore hope
The fate of our future
Dangles from the rope
Of a brach on the
Tree of life
Categories:
gnostics, art, dedication, devotion, faith,
Form: Free verse