Religion. Poems

The Oracle of Dali's Faith

The Oracle of Dali's Faith 

There are four things I cannot know—
The ways that love will come and go,
The thread that holds though time has flown,
And hearts that speak when words are gone.

I’ve not sat with kings, nor claimed the Throne,
Yet wisdom whispers where wild seeds are sown.
The eagle circles where no path is shown,
And

one before dawn

awake usual thoughts 
failures made imposed 
turn others sleep 
those like may also awake 
guilt not helping light 
rest night fears conflicts 
wars doubts known not 
all prepositioned 
keep hope peace joy love 
isolated chambered atomized 
quarked vanquished 
Lord Jesus maybe will  
many claim dead still 
resurrection appendage 
little  importance since 
not fit

If Trump were to croak, say, by choking on a slice of papaya

If Trump were to croak, say, by choking on a slice of papaya, 
how long before his ilk would see it as a heavenly sign and run it by a 
biblical scholar who would then be given the imperative 
to scour the Bible to come up with a plausible narrative 
to prove that Trump's death

Infinite Cosmos, Infinite God

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

Gods of Gold

God, who created everything,
is God over both man and things.
Pure gold, diamonds, and precious stones
 are among the vast treasures He owns.

When men refuse to worship Him,
their ego rises to the brim.
They make for themselves gods of gold,
like people did in days of old.    

The gods of gold debase man’s soul
and on

I Don't Have A Religion

I don't bear the badge of a particular creed
For religion often breeds division, a discordant deed
I'm a child of Yahuah, and Yashuah my guide
My allegiance lies with the Creator, not a mortal divide

The true church is invisible, a sanctuary of the heart
Where love and purity reside, a sacred work of art
If the heart is clean,

IF THERE WERE NO POETS

The world would drown in chaos
men devouring the scalps of men
where vices crown themselves as kings
and virtue fades into dust.

If there were no poets
faith would be stripped of breath
a story told by scholars only
no Bible, no Torah, no Quran.

It is the poet who shapes the world
not with laws of gravity or motion
but with tender reins

Kaali's Disciple

A demonness turned disciple of a goddess,
Born in a form to show my true prowess
As well as learning to embrace my darkness.
I too am evolving into a cosmic enchantress.

A Palestinian Genocide

Another American Colony
poisoned with venom and hate
Consumed by the world’s great religions
apparently, this was its fate

The Palestine homeland was stolen
by the powerful in our world
They took it and gave it to others
named it Israel, a new flag unfurled
Then created a thing they call AIPAC
for the funneling of funds every year
Take American taxpayer dollars
with each bomb

That Heaven's Rivers

That heaven's rivers 
flow saying Allah
Went out philomels of Islam
whistles saying Allah

Sways tugba trees  
Recites Quran also tongues
Elysum yard's roses
smells saying Allah

Some eats some drinks
Angels deal out peace
Prophet Idris measures dress 
Stitchs saying Allah

All posts are from noor
All leaves are from silver
While streching branches
Concludes saying Allah

Brighter than moon, faces
Sweater than suger, voices
Eden's houri maidens
Wanders

Scarlet

Said the Mother Superior,
“I have completely lost track
of how often the Archbishop and I,
wearing ashes and cloth sacks,
crept into the crypt
and made the beast with two backs.
Altho' no one can hold a candle
to his Grace, yes, not even the Abbess,
flagellation notwithstanding,
as a nun married to God
who committed sacrilege,
I'm ashamed to confess,
I broke the 6th Commandment
as

Dharma And Karma

I reincarnated into this life to calmly observe.
I am also here to experience what I deserve.
I am still on this journey learning just whom and how I shall serve.

A suicide none dare declare

Shàngó!
Where are your fiery eyes,
that spit fear into burning coal,
that blaze with warmth and glow,
a conflagrator dancing with flames?

Who dares invoke your name in sin,
and not have their tongue seared?
You summon thunder as a hound to hunt,
their wealth and souls it strikes at once,
swift as lightning no man can withstand.

You are a god with no

The humbling of a false saviour

If there is a god and he does exist 
No matter what he has to say it wouldn't mean a thing 
An apology is long overdue
But now it's far too late
You abandoned black people
And for that I feel for you nothing but hate

It begs the question of your intentions 
With the world with your actions

Once Upon A Christian Time

Once upon a Roman Empire building time
a brilliantly pleasing boy was born 
of humble Jewish means,
named Jesus.

Born into autocratic occupation,
to avoid military police threats 
of mass Jewish male child murder,
Jesus and his mom and dad
became EastBound immigrants,
away from Western kleptocratic ruin.

Jesus was thereby exposed
to more Eastern polytheistic
and pantheistic polycultures
before returning home
to listen and learn literacy
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