Death Religion Poems

Cathedral Mosque
or Synagogue
their masquerade
the same
Preaching what
they don’t believe
the Good Lord
to profane

Christians Jews
and Muslims share
their hate for
other faiths
Self-righteous ire
scriptures burn
as blood flows
through the gate

Colleges and
social networks
homes...

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Here I stand, entirely symmetrical
with the longitudinal lines
that thrusts perfectly through 
the balance of our planet  
with not a moment of fluctuation. 

Stiffly positioned...

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They want to cast spells through the songs they sing 
Subliminal mind control of those who buy their wicked cd’s
Their music has no meaning It...

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Grim shadows of strife unfold
death and destruction
they have conquered the enemy
children silenced, doctors mourned
murdered the charity workers
murdered the refugees in churches
masses weakened by hunger's grasp
in...

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See you in the next future life,
See you sometime on the other side....

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The Hypocrite


The Doubter hides behind religious guise,
Mistakes the raven for the pigeon in darkened skies.
His words beguile, twisting my skeletal fancy into a deceitful smile,
Espousing,...

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So often in this life it is our wish to know it all,
When in reality we've already experienced it all.
The truth is told through ancient...

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I have heard it said
That lives flash before our eyes
Seconds before we're dead
And then we're on the other side
But there's an interesting phenomenon
Where when we...

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Faith Bird

By Mark D. Stucky

 “Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark.” -- Rabindranath Tagore


Faith bird,...

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        Give God Hell, Gran.     17/03/1984

Crisp golden leaves lie scattered
Above the freshness of the...

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The God Behind the Curtain

By Mark D. Stucky
Curtains sometimes keep apart things that need connecting
and conceal things that, in their time, need uncovering.

“Pay no attention...

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Gilded Crosses?

By Mark D. Stucky
Shiny icons gleaming on altars?
        And hanging from necks on gilded chains?
  ...

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Darkest Night, Morning Lights

By Mark D. Stucky
Darkness descends
        upon the rocky land,
      ...

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“Oh people of this temporary world..
May you enjoy the abundance of its trivial offerings..
You have no clue of what I see and yearn for..
And, how...

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When I was a child, I wondered

Was deep sleep, death?

Was every morning a new life, a new incarnation?

Waking up, I found the people around me...

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