Suicide by pride
It’s the intellect that has died
When you say “God doesn’t exist”
How do you prove a universal negative?
What would you have to know
To say for sure that God didn’t show
No one can prove a universal
Positive or negative, it’s rhetorical
You would have to know everything
But humans have limited reasoning
Besides, what needs to be proved is beyond
Everyone, and there is no magic wand
Many converted atheists have said
It’s the height of arrogance to assume God is dead
Or that He doesn’t even exist
As this conundrum shall persist
So says the sapient sentient: Repent
Listen to the voice that addresses your conscience
“Some of my hearers are now in hell:
Now, where no hope can come
Now, where no gospel will ever be preached
Now, where they bitterly regret their wasted opportunities
Now, where memory holds a dreadful reign
A constant reminder of their sins refrain
Now, where the worm dieth not, or the fire is quenched
Where they gnaw their fire tormented tongues in stench
Now where God’s fury is manifested in full
In Tophet’s hideous fire, below”
Ten billion hungry insects won't rest till fed,
a relentless army, by their god led,
the holy pterodactyl head.
I heard what the newspaper said,
but don't allow yourself to be misled,
the beast lies sleeping. It is not dead.
Army ants, the hour is growing late,
don't let this be your eternal fate,
we know the pterodactyl head is great.
because when our fathers finished their plate,
it was the pterodactyl that they ate.
The God who did the cosmos spread,
is still alive, he is not dead.
Nietzsche declared that God is dead,
No wonder he soon lost his head.
The vastness of the universe
declares this God to me and you.
Only a God who’s infinite
can create what seems infinite.
The concept of infinity
reveals a godly quality.
So, though the world seems infinite
yet only God is infinite.
Infinite God, showed Infinite love
Sent down his Son, from heaven above
Bore mankind's sin, died for our race
Infinite God, showed Infinite grace.
Finite man, let thy heart ponder
Should not God's acts, inspire wonder?
Into God's grace, you are invited
Let not his love, go unrequited.
we can never affirm;"God is dead,"!because he was truly never born...
PS disagreeing with Nietzsche
Nietzsche declared that God is dead
Since thoughts of Him man’s heart has fled.
If it is true that God is dead
Let hearts of men be filled with dread.
Once God had died the race was on
among the gods man’s mind would spawn,
which one would fill the space God left?
Yea, who would occupy the cleft?
The no-God notion tried and failed
To fill the void man’s proud heart veiled
The need for one greater than man
Whose essence man’s mind cannot span.
Materialism also failed
As grift and greed man’s heart assailed.
Possessions could not fill his need
Once man from his God did secede.
Scientists tried God’s role to fill
Their efforts cannot fit the bill.
The inventions their knowledge yields
spawn hazards that are like minefields.
Marxism, and all the other isms
has left society mired in schisms.
Man sought freedom by declaring God dead,
The absence of God brought bondage instead.
God’s replacements have failed to quell
The yearnings that in man’s mind swell.
These cravings only God can fill
As man accedes unto His will.
I don't know if
God is Dead or Alive.
But I do know that
I'm not yet.
And if you're reading this
Neither are you.
I don't know if
I can change your mind
Or enrich your heart.
But I do know
That even in my pain
And the pain of the world
And all the trials and tribulations
That life throws at us,
We're all in this together.
Whether we like it or not.
Overpopulation is a problem.
Pollution is a problem.
Racism is problem.
There's Global Warming, Greed, Hunger, the Poor.
The list goes on and on ...
Extinction is not a solution aka war.
There are so many religions
With so many languages
That say they have the truth.
We are not alone.
We have each other.
Only we can save each other.
If only we could just
Give love a chance ...
Will you? Will you
Let love save you?
If only Hope was Dope.
I'd become its dealer.
Give it away for free.
And get everyone addicted!
God is dead
no trust or hope to spare
What if the hope of trust is rare
and through belief, a bond is there
Bold Nietzsche declared, “God is dead,”
Humans have killed him, so he said.
Enlightened men, all widely read,
have purged his being from their head.
God decomposed and left a stench,
That human genius cannot quench.
The promise of enlightenment
Instead of light has brought man blight.
God’s substitute, goddess reason
The symbol of man’s high treason
Has not engendered human good,
As humanists believed she would.
History and experience teach,
That man cannot perfection reach
By mere intellectual means
For evil exists in his genes.
The two world wars that men have fought,
defy claims of rational thought.
The truth is clear, mankind is flawed,
And badly needs the help of God.
The moral mess mankind is in,
Is evidence of human sin.
The death of God has brought a curse,
And made the plight of humans worse.
That God did die, is indeed true,
But from a different point of view.
God in man’s flesh came down to earth,
To live and die for man’s rebirth.
God is not dead, He is alive,
From Him humans their lives derive.
If you enlightenment desire,
Embrace God and make Him your sire.
God is dead
your Divinity wakens
the Word incarnate
—each breath fortells
(Dreamsleep: March, 2023)
The stone that was rejected
now hovers overhead.
The sword of retribution
still dangles by a thread.
The careless laugh and squander,
the hungry starve away.
Men mock the storm and thunder,
deny the coming day.
They bomb, exploit and plunder –
of necessity they say.
And Rachel still is weeping
for the babes slain at her feet,
in Ramah ever keeping
her bloodstained swaddling sheet.
No longer do they crucify;
they poison, gas and maim.
No martyr do they glorify
or honour by a name.
But the greatest lie they proffer,
it is not that God is dead –
“He’s sleeping,” says the scoffer,
“on yon high and lofty bed.”
What have been sayin’
It's only Saturday
Thinking in cliches is itself a cliche
Father in the kitchen
Eats his check away
Thinking in cliches is itself a cliche
Don’t you shake and shiver
When the hounds of order bey?
Thinking in cliches is itself a cliche
God is dead, or in Toms River –
Any dumb excuse to pray
Thinking in cliches is itself a cliche
Island people don't get ready
Wherever there's tsunami
They wait until that drawback gets all flushed
But back to your studies
Back to Bloom's Taxonomy
And the camouflage of sophomore girls’ first blush
It’s cartridge, pump and filter
It’s the dose in the ashtray
Thinking in cliches is itself a cliche
All the post-its in your Rilke
Will not my respect sway
Thinking in cliches is itself a cliche
Thinking in cliches is itself a cliche
Your hopeless, guileless, wretched pact of clay
The family-brand is over –
Say whatever you want but not “gay”
Thinking in cliches is itself a cliche
Thinking in cliches is itself a cliche
Critical Race Theory has been around for a long time,
Taught in college and university Departments of Sociology
Very obtuse and obscure, as far as academic theories go;
To understand it well requires a degree in anthropology,
Or, if you choose, Origins in Anthropology and Psychology.
It is a discipline, an academic tool, which outlines parameters
Within which one can begin to understand race bias and culture
And, systemic racism, to be sure; subjects needed to understand
Why deep divisions between the races fester and are nurtured
In America, where race issues hover us like a vicious vulture.
Like so many academic ideologies, i.e. the God Is Dead movement,
Critical Race Theory has been seized upon by conservatives as a
Cause celebre, with few of them understanding what it is all about,
And become a buzzword for racial unrest fomenting in the BLM,
While, actually, it is a theory for discussion in highest level academia.
written June 26, 2021
for "Critical Race Theory (CRT) poetry contest
sponsored by Anthony Biannco
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November 4, 2021
Huge raining time, but no pain in sky heart
Heron is flying with white could mountain
Under the shadow I'm walking towards
Blue sea crackling the address of shedding
Two birds tweeting for aching foodless life
Lockdown under unlock key to breathe good
Drizzle running after joking hotness
Sudden raindrops drenching veins of fever
Henna on your hairs digging noiseless grave
Black Sabbath singing loudly- God is dead
Ending stream comes but not with sole stoppage
Gruff truth playing with prayer of explore
Puzzled eyes groping in the barren womb
Time to lame time spreading unsure theory
01.07.2020 Chattogram
The Touch
Today our world is full of strife,
Violent crime, and loss of life,
Poverty and pestilence;
It doesn't seem to make much sense.
Atheists,I've heard it said,
All declare that God is dead;
He can't be in the world today,
A world like this is not His way.
But that is just the word of Man,
We can't know God's eternal plan;
Look around, there is still good:
The singing birds, the towering Wood.
But if you need to know that God is here,
Then hold a child, and dry his tear;
Make him laugh, and love him much,
Take his hand...and feel God's touch.
God is Dead?
Hubris, man's nature
A God, self-proclaimed
Nietzsche opined he's dead
Conceit, we laugh and say, no way
Self-professed with special attributes
Sympathy, love, reciprocity; how divine
Exalting our human virtue
So convenient; unfortunately, so blind
We sublimate our consciousness
Valiantly creating a magnificent reality
The audacity
Willfully blind; to only see what we believe
If we were to open up our eyes - our mind
Acquiesce to the grandness, the complexity of it all
Humble
Perhaps we thrive before we fall?
Hubris, mankind's nature
In his image, we reflect piously
Nietzsche opined he's dead - and we have killed him
The narratives not about God - its about you and me
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