Atheism is verklempt
At its presuppositional attempt
There is this paradox
Which Christianity unlocks
Atheism in unfounded
Relying on Christianity being grounded
Saying it’s atheism we presuppose
But saying it’s so, doesn’t make it so
A pugilistic beating of all that’s airy
Proves our view to the contrary
There is no atheistic foundation
It is futile trepidation
Epilogue
I know you don't want to hear it
Christianity is not proven by "school spirit"
And for your lack of want
Consult the method of Immanuel Kant
praying to seek
we presuppose separation
thus the earth entity
feels not one with God’s creation
why do we needlessly cling
to conditioned belief and thought
we are living light, not this form
entering silence we become self-taught
Reflect: what is happening when we pray?
Do we not presuppose separation
and in doing so, from path of truth stray,
distancing ourself from God’s creation?
If we are here and God’s somewhere out there,
it means we think He’s not omnipresent,
which explains why most of us fail to pair
with love and light, which ego does resent.
Unless we vaporise and merge with space,
ego will continue to manifest,
blocking the influx of God’s boundless grace,
so though He’s within, we cannot be blessed.
Discard dear soul, each conditioned belief ~
In time dissolved silence, turn a new leaf
That’s because there is no reason why
Time and tide are going as they go
Yesterday the sun shone in the sky
Now today the clouds are hanging low
That’s because a question falls like leaf
Does not presuppose a real answer
Nonetheless it questions the belief
Stimulates it, like a taste enhancer
So we taste the distance, glowing flair
Of another spring, that takes its toll
On ill-fading winter of despair
To reborn a summer in your soul
That’s because a bud distends and grows
There is no alternative for this
And the road keeps going as it goes
Over the bygone calamities.
Along a conduit we are led
Finer than a gossamer thread
Designated nodes meet and greet
Divine magnetism, so well-bred
Bliss mists fill us from head to feet
No wonder then, our heart’s upbeat
This benign burn transforms our soul
Manifest within as cool heat
Feeling complete, blissful and whole
Thoughts rest; we presuppose no goal
Our toroidal heart is aflame
We reclaim soul’s light, ego stole
Recognising life’s but a game
We disrobe without feeling shame
We see soul as ocean of light
Fulfilling then thus our life’s aim
03-June-2023
Who am I to presuppose
The wine flowed deep that night?
But after waiting seven years,
To greet the morning light
And find her sister in your bed -
Well, something ain’t quite right.
It’s said that’s Leah’s eyes were weak,
But Jacob got blind drunk,
For how else could it be explained
’Twas Leah in his bunk?
(from Genesis 29)
The Lotus Position requires
A bunch of professional liars
Each one presuppose
That everyone knows
We can think away our spare tyres
I don't think that god exists,
It is church that persists,
They construct and presuppose,
It is all fallacious, dim prose.
You can’t get away from fable,
It’s inherent to creed and babble,
Relationships are inversions inwards,
It’s all weakness and many cowards.
Look to religious study, athiest,
You’ll achieve inquiry of the scientist,
Create debate, framework, models,
Around historical analysis parallels.
He's late again, our postman,
God knows where he's been.
Sometimes, very often,
He's nowhere to be seen.
It's ten past three in the afternoon
And soon it will be evening.
Perhaps his van has broken down,
No mail we'll be receiving.
Of little consequence no doubt,
His offerings today would be,
The usual rubbish for the bin,
Like buy one get one free,
Along with home insurance, stair lifts,
Gifts from the garden centre,
Beauty aids and vitamin pills
To help you to remember.
Such trivia can fill our days,
Creating stress and worry.
Each day a long to-do list
And always in a hurry.
Today though comes unlikely news,
This earth we all inhabit
Has tilted in an aftershock,
What now awaits our planet ?
So worry not about the postman's van
And all our little woes.
What lies ahead for Everyman
We cannot presuppose.
The world looks on in some dismay
At how they've voted in the USA.
Our day has come to love beyond the night
To ride our wave against the world of fear
Give me your hand and let me draw you near
My love, come join me on the wingless flight
And destruction may be the way ahead
My arms embrace will hold you ever close
Protect you from the words that presuppose
Our love will not last long enough to wed
We will prove them all wrong I promise you
Their closed minds can’t understand you and me
They do not see the precious things we see
Only eyes of love can see the ways so true
As darker whispers set us to run free
So, hold me tight, my love, so we can be
© JG Farmer 2017
Form: German Sonnet
There once was a man from DeBose
who had a gigantic nose
his nostrils squawked
whenever he walked.
When at rest it sat on his toes
The man got a job at a farm
his task was to sound the alarm
when the sly fox
tried the coop locks
intending to do chickens harm
One night his nose fell asleep
lulled by the bleat of the sheep
fox took a chance
interrupted romance
of two lovebirds, now the one weeps!
The man with the nose then got fired
The farmer now wished he had hired
a man without clothes
not a nullified nose
so prone to be slumber inspired
As the nose and his man went away
Nose saw the sly fox in the hay
with much boogie-woogie
nose hocked a great loogie
and splattered the fox where he lay
The farmer was pleased to be rid of the pest
though the hay loft was terminally messed
Everyone cheered
nose grew a beard
and moved to an ashram out west
You may wonder, is this tale is true?
I assure you it is, yes I do.
to doubt the nose
would presuppose
this story is nothing but poo
The legend of the hero nose grows
if questions of provenance pose
look on the shadiest side
of that big chunk of hide
for only the shadow knows
Eyed in midnight's milieu
mistakes can be illusion, see
like branches of a tree
lop-sided and set free to play.
Settling sides works this way -
all angles on display to those
who wrongly presuppose.
In morning's light, two foes can find
mercy and truth aligned.
Forgiveness of a kind breaks through.
We all know this won't work
for some who want to shirk the blame,
for those who play the game -
bringing others to shame with lies.
It's cruelty's disguise.
And so forgiveness dies? Oh no!
This is where hope must grow.
What the midnight would know as pain -
Love’s Dayspring holds as gain.
How does our Lord arraign his church?
*written 06-10-14 as a Vietnamese form - luc bat
One never want to wait until the Midnight hour to make his choices regarding forgiveness.
something we said so many times before
a crack in the door
a bit of a poet in all of us
red dust
sunset can’t catch
little bits o’memories
tickles under the tongue
a go-out and get you-one. . . of those
strip the rags off the rappers and sell them off for clothes
make math, in the mathematicians’ presuppose
fire sell it off to celeritas
one more big blink in the big goggles
golden fish missing in the adjustment of pince-nez
had to turn out that way
when all we did was
adjust
something we said so many times before
a crack in the door
a bit of a poet in all of us
red dust
sunset can’t catch
little bits o’memories
tickles under the tongue
a go-out and get you-one. . . of those
strip the rags off the rappers and sell them off for clothes
make math, in the mathematicians’ presuppose
fire sell it off to celeritas
one more big blink in the big goggles
golden fish missing in the adjustment of pince-nez
had to turn out that way
when all we did was
adjust
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