Religion or Psychology?
This world is so difficult. A lot of people think this
This world is full of anarchy and deceitfulness
– This is my opinion
This world is full of dirty, self-interested teachings
I don’t need man-made religion in my life. Just God’s
The religion is the path. God put the paving stones
This religious science was written by prophets and masters
– This is my opinion
I don’t need mental terror in my life. I want the pure way of the path
I just want to walk in my life, in the life to the end. Nothing else
No, no, and no. I don’t want dust in my life. I am thinking clearly
I don’t want artificial life science. I don’t want English Psychology
– This is my opinion
I want the reality. From God. God’s science. No psychology
Just the reality. The Universe. I love God. English psychology is not God.
I am a human
I want life
And live with free will
Created by God
Religion
or
Psychology?
I choose
Free will
Dominated
By Path
I love
God
Satan
Smile
The world, is full of dubious things, dishonor
Painful interactions, self-interested desires
Why good? Everything perish, sparkler life
It always ends the lives, and life, says bye
People’s daily affairs were blown so away
by the wind, the anger and hatred remained
Stayed, pain is smoking in the pan of life
No more pain, no more suffering; be life
This is my smile
This world is cruel
Dead
Living
The smile
There are times for peace and times for war
When your conscience comes knocking at your door
And you know your Creator is asking for more..
And that's ok.
From our comfortable places we rise and stand
When our neighbours, down trodden, require a hand
When that line needs re-drawing in the sand..
Then that's ok.
For we fight, not each other, no not at all
We simply respond when our hearts hear the call
If we graze our knees as we scale that wall..
Then that's ok.
And brick by brick we dismantle the tower
Of the uncaring, self-interested, lofty and dour.
It may take us years, but one hour by one hour..
That's ok.
We're rebuilding Freedom, Justice and Dignity -
Never taking for granted but share it in unity.
The future may depend on both You and on Me..
Then that's ok.
So protest we will and never say never.
We'll stand and we'll sit whatever the weather
Knowing this: we are strong. But stronger together.
And that's ok.
Life is like a nut,
Differs in shape, size, color or crust,
Life is like a nut.
For some, it’s like a coconut,
Beyond the reach, safe from gust
Very important, much privileged!
Whether unripen or matured.
For some it’s like a peanut,
Malleable, fit in budget
Widely spread, versatile no doubt
However, down and out.
For some it’s like a walnut,
You can see the eminence clear cut
Set comfortably in its dwell,
In a hard stilted shell.
For some it’s like a pine nut,
Gazes weird I tell you what
Shielded with strong beautiful woody cone,
Prevents you! to invade its zone.
For some it’s like a cashew nut,
Self-interested, pricy somewhat
Tightly attached with red pulpy drupe,
Be cautious! While shelling the fruit
For some it’s like a chestnut,
Down-to-earth, graceful but,
Surrounded with sharp spines called “Bur”
All adversities ought to conquer.
Life is like a nut,
Differs in shape, size, color or crust,
Life is like a nut.
Around the world the bombs are flying.
Political aims. Political lying.
Treaties are friendships, or so they’re implying;
As long as all parties are meekly complying.
Self-interested means, are always belying
The truth of the war; the truth underlying.
And we’ll call them soldiers, those men who are dying.
Not daddy, not brother, nor son, cause we’re trying
To ignore the sounds of hushed motherly crying.
So, “grateful nation”, why aren’t we decrying,
The barter of life, for the prizes they’re eyeing;
Those men in their suits who never stop lying;
Deceiving and scheming and constantly spying?
Now I lift my pen, and with ink that’s yet drying,
In glossy black verse, unjust wars I’m defying
Political aims. Political lying.
While around the world the bombs are still flying.
Preston Graham
04/16/15
Entry for I, Icon
In summer she thunders majestically
her splendor spewing power soaked
sound waves of security cross the valley
and trails where tourists are cloaked
in her confident comforting mist.
In winter she quick silently retreats
to the mountaintop peaks of surrealist
chill hibernation eerily replete
with mankindness's self-interested
profit motive doused in froze song.
In spring dogwood bloom crested
redwoods and Rockies coax along
her re-emergence. She windchimes
her essence, then winds up her chords
karaoked according to times.
There was one spring when the lords
or ladies or deities or whatever
hushed her for a moment
in favor of the wailing fresh quiver
of sprite breath born to foment.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Nancy Jones
9/26/11 (which happens to be my father's 80th birthday)
Flowing water
*I was born in the spring a few hundred yards (meters) from Yosemite Falls many moons ago
*Rhyme scheme is ababc dcdef efghg hijij
Fond Farewell
Questionable relationships,
Blemished with disappointment.
Unforeseen deception,
Sincerity a sham.
Self-interested motives,
Fair-weathered associations.
Politically correct affiliations,
Unforgivable avoidance.
Cast-off, black-listed,
Circumstantial accusations.
Self serving agendas,
Betrayal no more.
No love lost....
What comes around, Goes Around.
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