Religion. Poems - Poems about Religion.

Am I to grab this nasty neighbour by the scruff of his scruffy neck, shove his head against that lovely hard wall between our apartments, and hear a delightful crack? He is not as gracious as my friend the bishop. And so I laugh so much when I think about it, loving the nasty neighbour as much as I do not. Is it not more...

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America’s political and metaphysical foundation is not Christian — it is Greco-Roman. Our system of governance was built upon two classical ideas: the Greeks' Democracy and the Romans' Republic. The U.S. Constitution is a hybrid derived from these two traditions.¹ The divergence between Greco-Roman and Christian understandings of “truth” — and how each applies it to public...

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Monotheism's God is the antithesis of polytheism's Gaian Hypothesis. A monotheistic SunGod is the 1 numerator antithesis of a polytheistic non-0 denominator's Gaian Hypothesis. Orthodox yang monotheism is the antithesis of ortho-practiced yintegral polytheism. Testosterone glowing is the Male antithesis of estrogen flowing FeMale prothesis. A transcendently nominative FatherSun is the monotheistic cognitively voiced antithesis of an immanently denominative EarthMother intuitively rejoiced thesis. A LeftHemisphere verbally dominant monotheistic bipolar division, either Divine or...

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Twisted and taunted, I stood in the wintry path where sparkling silver slivers of mercury searched for their brethren to merge as one. Colder than my path, a clammy cold from the nitrous night, crept through as winter winds coming from the chill of the grave, and blasted me with icy shards, scraping at my bones and freezing my soul. Its harshness racked me as...

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(“The Particle In The Wave”, 2018, original encaustic) Down to Zero In the great equation of Life Everything eventually cancels out As it naturally balances And leaves us down to zero. From the perspective of static The dynamic is the illusion From the perspective of dynamic The static is the illusion. Buddhism with its notion of a final Nirvana Takes the former Taoism with its effortlessly...

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Lawlessness comes home to roost Israeli settlers’ troubles self-induced Fool ‘lawmakers’ look the other way for their crimes, settlers never pay Yet killing innocents wasn’t enough ...

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I sing the God Almighty’s Creation Whereof were firstly born Adam and Eve former seed of any human Nation at the time they could only conceive the joyfulness with no desperation In the Eden still so far to receive The challenge of that infernal snake Who wanted to be a godlike fake! I also sing about the brave men strays, Straight descendents from...

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what sounds good isn’t always good the tunes,the beat, the rhythm all could be the work of the enemy guard your heart by what you listen to by what goes into your mind, body, and soul dont let it influence what you do .. but change your ways by being made new! ...

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Acceptance equals survival Survival equals safety Comfort equals invisibility And invisibility is vital For us to live a somewhat peaceful life 'Somewhat' because they even kill us in silence They even kill us despite our compliance When they see us we are greeted with violence There is a method to the existence of being black A formula so...

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His Broken Soul I was a spark in morning’s light, But that... has faded out of sight. I don’t know, Father—do You forgive? Yet clouded with pride, I struggle to live. My heart bleeds. I only wanted to be seen. But it’s been centuries—maybe more— And still, I stand outside Your door. Father, I confess, I did You wrong—and I regret. But this...

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In the wild breath of Alaska, where the wind carries the scent of pine and salt, a monk walks alone, cloth worn thin by the weight of prayer and cold. Herman, they call him — a soul shaped by faith, steady as the mountains that rise beyond the shore, quiet as the snow settling on silent forests. He came from far away, leaving behind...

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The hymns bend backward, curved by mass, Where light itself cannot surpass. No chapel stands, no bell is rung, Just gravity’s unending tongue. The scriptures float, unpinned by law, Their ink consumed in cosmic jaws. A preacher prays, but time distorts— His voice is trapped in falling thoughts. What god survives such dark collapse? What faith can cross event’s last lapse? The soul’s equation must...

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I can’t imagine how painful it is to be God. Trying your hardest to make a beautiful painting, only to have the characters you created complain and mock the world around them. Why does God let bad things happen to good people? Pretty sure you’d walk away from the canvas too if it spat back...

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The stars of heaven a story tell, as on the canvas of the sky with pictures, bold and intricate, each night they speak without a word. Ancient stargazers sketched the signs that God arranged among the stars. They traced the circuit of the sun as it traverses through the TWELVE. The signs presaged the birth of One Who would succeed where Adam failed, by crushing...

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I hear voices in my head, I touch pain On every television Except the typical symbols Of hegemony Except in a white building Miles and miles away, I touch pain! For every leaf that falls, Swallowed by the burning hell From the mighty birds Of weird names F 16, F 35... I hear these voices, We hear these voices - Miles away, node in unison, "The world...

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