Sometimes, such as on days like today I sit and I mourn for my long-forgotten faith I miss the certainty of a Most Divine Plan Those self-assured speeches of a holy man Assurances he speaks for the Ordained Track Promises of a Supreme Being who's got my back On these days when I wish, reminisce and long I can't help but wonder where it all went so wrong
It's not that I Believe that There Is No God Or even that I am unsure whether to believe or not I don't bother questioning if god is real For there is a bigger issue at play, I feel When I became faithless, it was just in HIS eyes "Faithless" I am not; there's just so much to surmise
I have Faith that the sun will warm each new day I have Faith that these heavy clouds will give rain I have Faith in the ground solid on which I stand I have faith; just not Faith in the Words of a Man
See, I have come to accept that I soon will die More surely, in fact, than the sun that may rise Any day that sun may not appear That day of darkness that we so fear I accept that any moment May advent my end I accept that there May be a sunrise just round the bend
With my flawed, weak powers of human perception Dependent as they are on my senses' inception I cannot Know a god, not many nor One Just as I cannot Know that tomorrow will come
Maybe it will, and maybe there is after all, But truly-- who among us can Know anything at all?
there is a collection of beautiful things on the street at three in the morning. i know this because i am one of them; tomorrow, i will be human again, but tonight, i am divine. tonight, i am the beer bottle rattling, unbroken, sea-glass against the cobblestone. i have been seen and been consumed, which, at three in the morning (in a collection of beautiful things on the street) is the human experience. to live, divine— or something like that.
so, meet me in the neon lights. where am i? look into them as if the sun, and find apollo. there i'll be.
I was living a life that was mainly on the shelf While feeling de-tach from the art it- self As I'm purpose-ly forgetting the heart that I left on the steps like it was ne- ver felt But not quite the pursuer of fortune or fame to gain steps or any other measure of wealth So.. Basically I am no longer pleased with pleasure'n self Or anything that's hazardous to my Health But always looking to improve myself While needing that space for myself As I take the necessary positive steps cause it alll Helps As I'm now.. eyeing the hand that I've been dealt And as I'm shuffling with these cards that I now hold? Just know.. that I am looking to show Ab-so-lute-ly no one else And as for my regards to the cards that I once held? Well.. I tend to disregard them practically with no eff or F Which means without fail Man.. I could care Less And as I sit here and reminiscence I once was like a house on a hill un- til I fellllll Deaf So most definite-ly I had no sound- ness of mind at the time Yeah, it was like so I guess Yeah man, it was basically allll stress And even unto this day in re-tro- spect I still hold in re-gret Falling in and out of Luv with that Yet Case in point ( in fact ) Oh Yes I must con-fess that I was still head over hills in Luv with Death Which lead me to.. Making many more bad moves and many more wrong- turns Man, I was riding on the curb and then I swerved and I think I took a ( hard ) Left While almost having to meet with Death Yeah, I know I must admit that I was trip'n I was totally at odds with myself But once I caught a glimpse of myself I didn't like what I was seeing It was mainly ob-scure and obscene Yeah, Quite an ug- ly scene Man ( Smh ) I didn't even know what I was seeing And, I couldn't even see be- yond the scene And if you can read in between the lines and the seams and if you had seen what I had seen? You would know what I mean No doubt I took it to the ex- treme And it went so far as to have seen many things through visions and dreams in my sleep And as I recall it was so Deep Man.. But that's one of those records or recollections I rather not have to repeat and that's whether I'm awake or whether it's in my sleep So.. for now?
Take a gun And shoot the one holding the contrary view, with sword Slice head and torso in two, If that is not enough, dig graves and bury them alive, dig it again give them momentary light and life, then bury again,
Your view and perception are perfect, you should not allow others to contradict you.
Our senses fashion effigies Of a dead past, useless as guides Where strict finality resides. Mute phantoms drowned in icy seas. But halved funereal diptychs show Reflections of the things to be. The not yet displayed in symmetry, A future mirrored long ago.
The Water's been polluted and the Fire is high. The Earth has been consumed and the Spirit is nigh. The Temple Door is open, but no one is there, with the source of Living Water with no one to share. They'll say that the building is the only place, to get a glimpse of perfection from the Ghost of His Face. But the Truth of the matter is not easy to grasp, with the Hissing of Lies like a Poisonous Asp.
Insanity and Vanity, every day. For just a Whisper of Truth is all we can pray.
"Walk into the Desert, get closer to Me, I'm not in a building if that's what you believe. Sheltered in division is not what I will. The First True Word was said atop of a Hill."
Lesson learned is not a phrase I am about to utter because my teacher developed a stutter told me I needed to lie low let it blow over I wasn’t one for sailing but I knew the wind would take me where I needed to go so I blew kisses into the distance asked for no assistance but got well wishes as if I was on my last breath lying in a hospital bed the food is better than you expect if your taste buds haven't dried out yet I’m slowly coming undone a dwindling of perception I swear I saw you one time trying to catch my kiss I missed I know I did having a direction was never my thing I'm glad you were my compass but now the needle keeps spinning I cannot find my north.