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Kitt 15h
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?
To the flawlessly
Flawed
And the perfectly
Imperfect
The sharply
Dull
The saddest
Happy
The complicated
Simpleton
The loudest
Quiet
We would be so lost
Finding you
Variety. Someones flaws are beautiful to others
Gabriel Apr 12
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?    
                              
                                    
                                  I
                            ­            think I'll
                                                        just­ be
                                                    
                                           Brief
eff ( effort ) F ( Failure )
Deep Feb 8
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.
Zywa Dec 2021
A reconstruction:

you get closer and you see --


nothing but vague spots.
"Niets is gelogen" ("Nothing is a lie", 2019, Sacha Bronwasser)

Collection "Held True"
Zywa Dec 2021
I see no flat earth,

when I look down from the plane --


yet the trees are flat.
See no depth at great distance, and deforestation on the non-flat earth

Collection "Summer birds"
David Plantinga Nov 2021
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.
Michael Nov 2021
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."
The uniVerse Nov 2021
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.
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