…..If it’s fun, maybe we should have some, just like my grandson, it’s his bar mitzvah, my sister worships Krishna, but my brother swears he knows Buddha, he flew from here to Bermuda, he would’ve left sooner if his jet was tuned up, his mechanic screwed up. Uncle Chuck’s Catholic, he says he don’t believe in magic, but his crucifix stays fixed, just in case of that six, six, six, don’t want to get caught in the mix without those two sticks; someone’s at my door, must be Jehovah witnesses, you might want to witness this, our debates lasted two Christmases. My parents are Islamic, family dinners can get atomic, mom and dad are almost bionic with the scriptures; jedi mind tricks that make you forget, it can get sick with the word play.. it’s where I come from, oh hum, if I windup a bum, my wisdom won’t allow me to become scum, it’s not a Conundrum, truth is upon them.
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I liked it. I think this one track mind might be catching the flow.
Thanks, glad you enjoyed it..
so well written, dear Poet
thanks for sharing
(so true! faith as zealotry
an endless
cyclical tale of humanity
where human costs
are calculated
as delusional afterlife accounts
funny,
they murder each other, preaching
love for their deity
a father to all, apparently
yet here they are, killing
their deity's children
crazy,
what a warping of logic
imagine if some stranger
went n killed their own
flesh n blood children
and telling them, it's a demonstration
of love;
and those bystanders, declaim
involvement
that's not my faith, they protest
yet, back they go every sunday
funding their conglomerate
religion's
ammunition, fund raisers..)
and no atheism's nihilistic, nothingness
is not an answer, in my over opinionated
opinion
merely a reactionary, position
as impotent opossition
Good point L.B. Mek, their gods are a reflection of themselves
I repeat, as often as I can: Man made God in his own image and then flipped it - the rest is history.
Of course it works that way Doggerel Dave, especially if the god you speak of is formulated and postulated in the minds of men, that god is because of our fears, anxieties and compulsions; but when there is an acceptance of the natural laws in and around you, and then call and see it as GOD, then your concept doesn’t apply, because to them nature is GOD and all it encompasses.
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