Isn’t it silly, ***** Nilly?
You made the stallion,
you made the filly,
and now they sleep
in the dark earth, stilly.
Isn’t it silly, ***** Nilly?

Isn’t it silly, ***** Nilly?
You forced them to run
all their days uphilly.
They ran till they dropped—
life’s a pickle, dilly.
Isn’t it silly, ***** Nilly?

Isn’t it silly, ***** Nilly?
They say I should worship you!
Oh, really!
They say I should pray
so you’ll not act illy.
Isn’t it silly, ***** Nilly?

Published by The New Formalist, Poet’s Corner, The Road Not Taken, Charlie Hedbo Poetry

We now know there never was a perfect Garden of Eden, because trillions of animals suffered and died before human beings existed. Thus Adam and Eve cannot be responsible for suffering and death. That leaves the Creator, if such a being exists. If not, perhaps it was just the bad luck of the draw.

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Wolf’s Eyes
May cross you
The Gift of Knowledge
Surpasses me
Because I love
Someone else
Deep within this misery
Of certain heartache
I see the signs
of God’s Mercy
Deep within my soul
Living this madness
I carry bounty and beauty
So I will tell my tribe
Of Love Deep and Certain
So I hide
Behind the curtain
Of this lovely fairytale
I pray that you will know me
Somewhere inside this Hell
Scattered my brain
My heart
My feelings
Or so a soldier says
I know what lies best
Within a broken heart
To You I Love
To You I live
I can’t help my fallen state
So within this madness
This hate
Deep within promises make
No more squandered hearts
Burning love and incense
Across the Universe
So will You please
Help Me
Release, Undo this curse
This curse within my mind
I know there is no more help
There’s nothing left,
No Fight!
Heroes come
And Heroes go
Legends live
Forever
So what is there
To Be
With us
There is still more
To discover
We hide
Behind angelic wings
Leave no more
Halos
In between
So what is there engulfing us
Can you breathe?
Can you feel?
Can you speak?
Because the Lord of us
Speaks softly
He knows
Our Father’s Will
So there we go
We’re praying
God, Our Father
Our cups refill
This is not the End
A new beginning
Is in store
So it is now time
To enter in
The Open Door
God’s graces unite all of us
His discipline
Can tear us apart
Tho He knows
What we need
Deep down
Inside our Hearts
Is it within you to stay?
Get up and try again
No one else can mend
A sparrow’s broken heart
The sun will continue to shine
Nomatter what shall happen
So it is within us to Climb
Try, Heave
Never Die!

So then the Gnostic heresies issued in one of two beliefs. They believed either that Jesus was not really divine but simply one of a series of emanations from God, or that he was not in any sense human but a kind of phantom in the shape of a man. The Gnostic beliefs at one and the same time destroyed the real godhead and the real manhood of Jesus.

from: The Gospel of John  by William Barclay (1955)

Gnosis reveals in reverberation:
you’ve done too many **** hits.
You sprawl at the threshold of psychosis
until the shape of the song fits.

Your cannabis-flavored thoughts implode—
you glimpse the Divine Emanation
as the lesser vibrations diminish and die
now you enter the shrine of elation.

This rare revelation—imparted to you
(the neurotransmitters surge)
seems to show that you know, that you know, that you know
the deceptions of *Demiurge . . .