Summertime fragrance
Intents are unprovable
Universal mystery
Categories:
unprovable, mystery, nature,
Form: Haiku
It's Obvious!
I drew a blank on why god exists,
Because his existence is unprovable,
And because he does not occasion,
The wise, the modest or poor visibly.
It’s not as if he’s a non-variable,
Non-affective or passive in any way,
Because just the mention of him,
Makes my emotions rise and well.
It gets my back up to point to him,
For validation when you’ve got none,
Since selection was your choice,
When you accepted the god meme.
There’s no foreign knowledge beam,
That drives other cultures to your inside,
There’s only a reframing of your own life,
When your set you raise to the ground.
In prayer you take your relationships,
To god, but it’s your brain that holds,
The repeated truth of patience, surprises,
In life’s cycles that shoe your values.
In the ebb and flow known and near,
Your character evinces kins’ declarations,
Shows that interaction attributed to god,
When it inspires your touch of care.
I’m sorry if you think me indifferent,
Or apathetic, unsure or uncertain,
About if god exists, ‘cos he does not,
As I know that two plus two is four.
Categories:
unprovable, anger, angst, emotions, faith,
Form: Blank verse
FREEDOM
Some there are who can never attain their own potential
For their friends prefer them to be safe and lovable;
And some who choke their mind’s impulse from traditional
Or irrational belief in circumstances which are unprovable.
Stone walls do not a prison make* but thoughts carved in stone.
Give me freedom to choose a destiny which is mine own.
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* “Stone walls do not a prison make, nor Iron bars a cage”
are of course famous lines from TO ALTHEA FROM PRISON
by Richard Lovelace
Categories:
unprovable, inspirational
Form: Quatrain
Didn't mean to let the poison out,
Didn't know I was a snake
Now I'm afraid it might be too late
For the prey to be saved and so it goes...
I never wanted to inject my venom nor let her go
But there she goes
What a most deadly substance for the soul
My so called love, my evil role.
I tried but I couldn't,
I couldn't resist the sweet taste of flesh
All I could hear was the devil on the left
While on my right ear I appeared to be deaf.
She faced death,
My victim faced a lifeless life, does that make any sense?
It might sound quite unbelievable
But believe me it's far from unprovable
The blood, tears and decaying heart
Are but a small part of the proof,
But a portion of the damage,
The wrongdoing of the once prude.
Categories:
unprovable, forgiveness, loss, passion, sorry,
Form: Romanticism