Scepticism Poems

TABULA RASA

   monotonous
pulsating
   perceptions
of
formal
    coherence
in
open-ended
    fantastical
            fragments
in
the hinterlands
of
ambivalence

gaps
   hiatus
     lacunae
errors
&contradictons
      discarded
then
    restored

an eclectic
    mystery
      of
        ongoing
scepticism
faded
in
a surfeit
of
    analogy

The vaporised self

Where’s the stage set to dance today,
upon which nodes within will sway,
to the rhythm of bliss magnetism,
making light of life as they play?

As God’s light ignites body prism,
we discard each and every ism,
by vaporising lower mind,
ending our ego’s scepticism.

In staid stillness, divine aligned,
truth of who we are is divined,
which simply is, we’re living light,
so we become loving and kind.

Having being bestowed clear sight,
no longer fearful seems the night,
thus merging with the vibrant void,
we shine like a star, white and bright.

If This Was the Last Goodbye

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But, what if this was the last time I cried,
Don't want to be hidden behind lying scrys.
The world forgotten on their prying device,
Humanity alone algorithmic thrice.

Heaven on you shoulder beckons you home,
Mirror-sucking marrow through soulless domes.
But, what if this is the last chance to thrive,
Society nullified blue tick uprise.

Locate my strength to become whole again,
Discharge into the torrent of play-pretend.
Am I willing to wonder the outdoors,
Bleak scepticism plaguing putrid drawbacks flaws

Pick up, put down, conscious cyber remorse,  
No better a junky and their driving force.
But, what if this is the last time I lie,
Unsubscribe, double-click, shut device; goodbye.

Can We Ever Be the Same?

the river bank calm
and the augmenting silence
between us.
minds enveloped in scepticism,
actions tied with strictures.
“Can we ever be the same?”,
she asked.
her eyes nostalgic.
time paralysed. 
i could say nothing
but shed a tear. 

-gurumali

The Janus Sacrifice

"The Janus Sacrifice"

Janus 
opens and closes 
the ebbing time
greeted by 
two faces 
justice 
on a coin 
flipped 
betrayal
loyalty
scepticism
trust 
belief
disbelief
truth appears 
through 
those eyes 
walk-ins
two mirror images
stand in judgement
like night and day
light and dark 
leaping priests
embedded in the helix
of all of us

rationality and 
the illusion of choice

free trials 
to taste credence
a final meal
tokens waiting on a table
unconsecrated before a 
sacrifice

(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)



Ianus 
doorway

Patultius 
the Opener

Iancus 
the Gatekeeper 

Ianitos
keeping track of time

Sceptical

Scepticism

When I grew up
I stopped believing in God
Toys belonged to the young
And Santa fanatics.
However,
I leave a small light
On the bedside table
The fear of the dark 
Never left me.
However,
I knew Christianity had taken hold of me
The dark hue of the sinner
Is always present.
However,
I believe in the day
Truth must not be hide
In churches recesses.
However,
Blood splash on walls and tinsel
On the ground
New Year in Istanbul
The fear never left me.
However,
I saw a happy child play in the puddle

Scant In Belief

agnostic belief
is confined to scepticism -
digging for answers

Jesus Is Coming, Maybe Now

This is a day and age of scepticism
the things of former years are denied
God's holy book is given no notice
it's laughed to scorn never be applied

But there's a day coming upon earth
when everybody's number will be up
the one who made us will say 'the end'
no second chances, look at your cup

Have you received your cup of salvation?
which God gives to all who believe
be sure your anchor is in Christ
for if not without you, He will leave

Are you ready to meet the saviour?
looking forward to that glorious day
will you be ashamed to see His face?
or have you followed His Calvary way

Jesus is coming, maybe now!
when on earth He told it so
that one day Christ would return
for His own whose hearts will bow

(This is written about what if Jesus came back today.
Would you be prepared to meet your maker with a loving and bold heart?
Or would you cower and ask forgiveness one more time?
Or would you deny Him forever?).

Miss Sunshine

I once had an office job sitting next to Miss Sunshine day in and day out. She and her 7th Day Adventist Jesus were always so positive and jolly about everything, it was hard not to smack her.

One day with syrupy sweet intonation she asked why I was so cynical and wasn't I an unhappy person. 

I said, "Only a sociopath could be happy about the truth of things, but I'm just a realistic observer not hiding behind cheerful nonsense; there's no correlation to happy or unhappy. Look at you for instance. You are smiling and upbeat all the time. And I don't believe I've ever met an unhappier person."

She was stunned, momentarily silent, mouth hanging open. Then she burst into terrible wracking sobs of anguish.

The Voice of Truth

Speaking truth through lies, in a society so guarded, 
Desperate proclamations simply disregarded,
covered by what is maleficent,
unheard and insignificant, 

within the draught a cocktail of emotion,
patronising rumours ignite the commotion,
Preconceptions mask the integrity of one’s word,
Misunderstandings faintly disperse, no-one’s truly heard,

a recycled response too quick and bleak, 
no chance to think or hear one speak,
confront to unveil the truth, 
provoke to aggravate the youth,

flickering flares of cynicism burn the strings by which hope hangs,
scepticism seeping through the caged tigers’ fierce fangs,
rattle the metal, aggregate the beast,
hair lifting, chilling stab, to say the least,

recuperate that which you lack, 
self-proclaimed target of attack,
need not exert the power of confidence,
only to be tackled down by ignorance,

A peaceful act goes unnoticed due to preconception of brutality,
Manipulating persuasions, display a distortion of reality,
mercy is only given as defeat is anticipated,

Love Found Its Way

You are meaning to my life
Your eyes 
Your smile
Your voice
Your priceless look of scepticism 
It's a dream in reality to me

With you is love and friendship 
With you is a grace to be more
I'll proudly journey life with you

Now is the strength to take on the world
Here is the capacity to decide the fate of all oppositions
All because you are mine

I might have had my first human love, but you are my one true love
I look forward to the moment I'll put gold on you as a covenant of commitment
I can't wait to have your price paid

To adore you is my desire
To make you fufilled is goal
To love you is my life's duty

I Write Nonsense

I write nonsense

I write nonsense, just silly nonsense,
Yet if you look deeper within the lines,
Sometimes, Just Sometimes,
It’s a statement of modern times.

Touches of Irony and scepticism, 
You will find in subliminal verse.
But do not take it to seriously,
Even if it sounds a little terse.

I often write when I’m happy,
and occasionally when feeling tense.
But most of all, I just pen for fun,
I write nonsense, just silly nonsense.

Kevin Shaw 28/8/17

Science Vs Seance

Spiritualist is what I’m not:
Trusting forces nonspecific. 
For scepticism is my lot:
Anti guff non-scientific.

Say Yes To Life

Say yes to life 
He was in the hospital tubes and oxygen mask
his heart had stopped but the good people had got it going again
Raindrops ran down the window matching his scepticism 
he closed his eyes what`s the point.
When he opened his eyes again sunlight danced on the window, 
he asked wanted to go home, she smiled, doctors smiled
their patient was getting better.

Start and Go

Start go, Start again 
To understand the past is not natural historians of the time 
writes about power and might, but little about the people. 
Yet, within this confine art existed painting and poetry which 
will be a good guide for those who want to know, alas, most 
folks live in the now washing machines and freezers are more 
interesting then computers. 

The future is a clean slate we write on it to our peril, yet 
we who have not been there - how could we- and since human 
emotions do no change overnight that democracy are ideas of 
the past we going backwards in ambition, and peace it is about 
building a wall around you property.

Socialism is against human nature, experiment by philosophers  
that failed in the net of human basic instinct, is about strength
 and the sword, the cry of the battle will always ring in our ears.

Modern science is met with scepticism, there is no Darwin, we
are back to the Stone Age, and our collective consciousnesses,   
which will be called religion and it will have many followers till
 our self-importance rejects the idea of God and the whole gory 
story of humanity starts again.

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