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In diversities do we find varieties
Proving the infinity of The Creator.
For us these are but differences
To raise the sword to kill and claim.
Unwise not to know truth of our lives
Every crooked line is straight in parts.
As clock marks every tick in time
Every atom has moved as per a law
But our minds ignorant to fathom
But adamant on our derived faith.
We live in utter bias and are blind.
while we have the winter wind
summer is forgotten in the mind
and again when the summer comes
we say the worst summer in years
and yet again those winter days
summer is forgotten by the mass.
We live on by this pattern that suits
Deducing wishes from our dreams
But wishes do fail at times and fall
By our own unconvinced will to gain.
In this lone journey of imperfection-
towards the perfection we dream
we have the Nirvana of Buddha
we placed the creation in Brahma
we found the oneness in Allah
The fulfillment of love in Jesus.
one truth in so many ways to suit
yet we kill to hoist our own flags
Ignorant their colour is the same
The colour of the life giving blood
The colour of love, uniting us all.
THREE SIDES TO EVERY STORY
There’s the prosecution with firm resolve
With a jutting chin, in that righteous pose
Poking accusations, seeking the conviction
And trying to expose all attempted fiction
But with that one last chance at the close
The facts, around which it should revolve
The defence, allowed just a little latitude
Offers reasons why police were mistaken
Upon such factors the case is dependent
And seeking sympathy for the defendant
Claiming that due diligence was forsaken
Open hands, an almost pleading attitude
Then the jury, some keen but others not
Expenses paid yet not covering lost wages
The judge is expecting our decision today
But we’re all still unconvinced, either way
And this trial has been going on for ages
Let us just say guilty with what we’ve got
A game of hide and seek breaks out
In the living room I duck behind the couch
Like a ninja on vacation
My dog trots by
Sniffing
Chuffing
Absolutely unconvinced
Until I pop out with a peekaboo
She jumps
Like she just met a ghost wearing my face
She sprints around the house
In victory laps of pure joy
Tail wagging so hard
It could power a small village
I pretend I meant to hide better
But she’s already celebrating her win
Like she solved the world’s greatest mystery
Round two begins
I “stealthily” slide behind a door
My dog staring straight at me
Because I’m terrible at this
Yet she still plays along
Bless her goofy heart
When I leap out again
She wiggles with delight
As if hide and seek was the greatest game on earth
day snuck up
before I could shut
the big light down
and in this land
where church bells
crack cold mornings
I am caught
on a day in a place
I am not prepared to face
oh well
this place
won't miss this face
if it rolls over
until the bars open
the night can bathe me
in sweet silky dreams
tuck me in its warm soft love
and cover me with stars
when its turn comes
I'll be easy
but this day
another cafe
coffee and cake
a walk along the Rhine
church bells
morning, noon and night
why
they don't toll the hour
clock tower's easy to read
they just remind me
of what I am unconvinced
wonder what the bishop
living with them hears
you are stuck in a routine
from which you'll never be free
for which, he (not she) probably
is thankful
day will never sneak up
on him (not her)
and those bells...
you know
Once foretelling portents swam within the
Apogee bath.
Torn wounds in flesh,
unequip the afflicted. Lack.
Unilaterality Undesirables systematically
inspect an overture unto the future.
Incisions.
Indecision.
Discussions.
Decision.
Resolution Found between
Thigh
and
Breast Fat.
We spoke on the old West.
Distain allowed to follow
in
shadows' shoes.
Walk-
from the gravestone tomb,
Talk-
from the cemetery plot.
prefer amnesia, anesthesia, or euthanasia,
the lot.
Apposed to this undying pain,
grief,
return of
disbelief.
A contrite
Sorry resentment
Sodden in maple
Solidity.
Solidarity pushed well past
comprise while
the unconvinced so
remained that,
a sacerdotal yet
antidotal dissenter.
Go on.
Permission to let Pessimism steep in dark tea leaves.
Reverse dove beneath the San Fernando crust.
Some people say that they will not believe unless they see God’s face.
Some people say that if God is real, he’s not involved in this human race.
Some people say that if God exists, why does he allow destruction and waste?
Some day I will see God’s face, but for now in this finite shell, I rather not.
Some remain unconvinced, but without God, we would have perished by now.
Some maintain a lack of faith; I maintain that God’s love for them is no less.
Though I have not seen God, yet in another way, I did see him up close, just the other day.
There is a Christian lady whose home I was in, and I noticed certain things she had on display.
First, I must add that her house is well organized, well kept, and so filled with peace, I must say.
There were beautiful and meaningful pictures on her wall.
There were three of them staring at me as I walked along the hall.
Their message to me was clear, and if one listens, it’ll speak to all.
I saw a picture of water and hills and clouds, so much a part of God’s creation.
There was a picture in golden tones with the words, “ The Light Of The World”. And I saw a picture of creation, The Sistine Chapel by Michelangelo.
No, I did not see God face to face; and what I saw on the wall will always leave a trace, because in the heart of that Christian lady, I saw God’s grace.
022108 cj PS
BEAUTIFUL BEACHES, A Letter to Daniel
By Curtis Johnson
Hi Daniel,
There once was a man living high on a mountain whose name was Harry
Mt. St. Helen was threatening to blow its top, and everyone started to worry
Harry had been there 60 years and thought he would live on to tell his story
So after being warned to evacuate, Harry refused and decided to tarry
Sadly, when the volcano blew, Harry was later found in 40 feet of ashes
It’s interesting at times, that life can be so tame, so sweet, and so calming. Because of our positive experiences, we relax and enjoy seasons so charming Like Harry, we are unconvinced of danger, and need not fear rumors and warnings
Sandy beaches on the oceanfront are beautiful and lots of fun, when all is sunny and bright. For eight years my family and I lived in San Francisco within four blocks of the Pacific. Believe me when I say that the Oceanside is a calming and charming place. We spent lots of time in the Golden Gate Park and on the beach.
One Sunday afternoon, my two small kids and I took a walk across the rocks above the ocean beach. The waves were coming in pretty far, but I thought that we were high enough. I thought wrong. We had not been on the rocks 5 minutes before the waters came splashing against the rocks that we were walking on. I held the kids and protected them from the big splash. I got pretty wet, but no harm was done, and the lesson was well received.
The sandy beaches of life will often suddenly turn into rushing waves of sea salty waters. My friend, there are times when the volcanoes of life will heat up and blow their top. When they do, we best be aware, heed the warnings, and seek higher ground.
Dan, I do not know what you may be going through presently, but I am praying for you. If for any reason you taste those salty waters of what was once a calm and sandy beach, I have every reason to believe that God is going to change things for you. If the volcanoes of your life have blown its top, I have every reason to believe that the ashes will not bury you. When the troublesome adversities of life blow against all of us, God is always both warning and leading us out to safety.
So Daniel, my friend, may we together seek higher ground. Love you. Curtis09262013
Could be you got
So much attention
Cause you proved
Someone wrong
Walk me through
Your studied result,
It's big picture,
It's randomized study.
It has suckered us
Into this hour's
Outrage-o-meter
With no positive in sight.
Only a dark night
Never ending
Grabbing at ammunition
For death ahead.
The trial unfolding
Before you.
Could be I got
Too much attention
And you figured
Me out.
Take back your inquiry
Add to it hindsight
Rewind on a meridian
Apply your mind to it.
Embrace the equation
The excellent math
Not the easy meth
We're too good for this.
I'm unconvinced.
No more reviews
Or bad grammar,
Past tense positives.
Could be we both
Got it wrong
.
At no time sincere.
Sun has risen
Reason into it
Where you're headed.
Spot storms
In the late
Summer of our lives
Plan a vacation.
A visit to Ancientness
Sunshine to rain
Dark guidance
From a mondegreen.
The suited result calculated
Understood, copied and posted.
Raisin just stared at the chaos ahead
A kitten, confused as she sat there in dread
The world has gone mad, all the people have flipped
She glared at a window where blood and gore dripped
Folk wearing specs that have eyeballs on springs
Rubber bats hanging on elastic strings
Teeth that are pointed that vampires call fangs
A sycamore tree where a skeleton hangs
Raisin leapt back as a gremlin passed by
His mother ignoring the stake in her eye
Even our kitten was quite unconvinced
When someone approached with a brain that was minced
Green painted people with bolts through their necks
“Give us a treat or you’ll suffer a hex.”
Bedsheets with lights in and black holes for eyes
Sound effects belting out groans, sighs and cries
Raisin considered how humans survived
When all of this subterfuge is so contrived
Only a dog who might fall for it all
Might sit there and wait for his master to call
Pumpkins on doorsteps with faces carved in
A Skeleton’s arm hanging out of a bin
One man is walking though he should be dead
Because of the arrow stuck right through his head
Raisin rushed in through the cat flap and panted
“The humans have all gone bananas,” she ranted.
“The dominant species on Earth - it is said
Is out there pretending that they are all dead.”
Rum said, “Don’t panic, there’s nothing to fear,
Today is precisely two months till new year.
If Ronald Rat hadn’t said what that might mean
I wouldn’t have known that tonight’s Halloween.”
Raisin eyed Rum with suspicion and said,
“This three months of craziness fills me with dread,
For any time now, once again they will try
To send cardboard rockets up into the sky.
They’ll get tiny bombs and they’ll set them alight
And watch them explode in the chill of the night
It all says to me that they’re all round-the-bend.”
Then Rum said, “That’s not where the ‘crazy’ will end,
“For soon they’ll be wearing white beards and red suits
And walking on rooftops in black welly boots
But they won’t use ladders as you might suppose
But chimneys and reindeer and one big red nose.”
The door opened wide and their human stood there
Holding a fake severed head by its hair
And Rum rolled his eyes as he said with a laugh,
“Which is why dogs have owners, but we cats have staff.”
An old sweetheart of mine never believed
in daytime dreams, because they shattered
quickly and shaking her unconvinced head
silly words came out of her mouth admitting,
" Aren't fantasies unrealistic dreams...
when they appear more tempting
then a cake with irresistible frosting?
And while she cut it with careful fingers,
" The outside tasted very sweet,
but the inside looked kind of hard;
its whipped cream was soft and white,
its filling was solid and not much inviting! "
It's worse than a thriller too unconvincing and trite,
although to the novice novelist the tragic plot
appeared to be real with the small-minded bigot.
Comparing fantasies to a decorated cake
is a huge and unforgivable mistake,
the ingredients look fine and exquisite;
but who garnishes it may lack artistry
and gastronomic skills to create an extraordinary
delight not applauded by someone who's inquisitive
about what went into it before baking it,
and laying it down on the table it looks perfect.
Are we still pursuing hallucinating fantasies
that weave themselves into allusive dreams
that make others notice how disappointing
they are having put all our trust in them?
Is this an end to dreaming coming to grips
with a stark and naked reality never being
challenged by a mindless dreamer who causes an ahem
not realizing that he's in a dire state of optical illusions...
instead of being persuaded that nobody ever wins.