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My love,
My love from another star:
An Ode To My Breath,
My whispering chest,
holy sabbath,
my Gospel's lap
my Nichiren,
my Shivaay,
my Allah's disciple,
my blissful night:
the heaven which brassy day denies
that over millenia
major religions have advocated peace
their adherents have been slaughtering each other    
     supposedly in the name of their assorted gods
more than any other known species

why is it
that in my maturity
(which peopled usually call old age ...)
I‘m getting so *******
with politicians who seem not to see
the obvious solution to a problem
but find elaborate fake excuses
just so they can get re-elected

why is it
that for Europe it‘s so difficult
to find a way for refugees to be accepted
with respect and  dignity

why is it
that the USA apparently forgets it‘s been the country
living off its (il)legal immigrants for centuries
and now simply ignores the words
they put onto their Statue of Liberty

why is it?!??
Tony Luxton May 26
They're patrolling the walls again,
but not in the rain, a ragbag
army of volunteers. Traffic rattles
through, but not the charioteers.

They're searching lurching through the past,
not seeking to know what dreadful deeds
religion's deadly kisses, or excessive powers
have granted, but how life was, in short visits.

There are others, who could know how
man treatred man to misery,
through ****, rope, fire and blade,
even the big dipper thrills brigade.
historical York
LeV3e May 21
What is it that separates you from me?
A short distance between
The atoms that build our bodies?
Or is it a mentality, made up by
Different struggles we suffer while
People fight for every waking moment
Just to breathe...
Can anybody tell me the difference
Between "knowing better" and
Hypocrisy?
Does anyone really know who
Scribbled on the stone tablets
Deciphering the code that some
"Other being" told us was ethical?
Where did Enoch really go?
When he opened the gates to heaven,
And spoke to Gabriel about Thee?
Was it he who read the book of
Life, and came to understand
Only to leave the world
By ***'s demand?
Will I ever be more than this
Ant receiving signals by antennas
Sending advertisements telling me
What to buy next so I can be like
All the rest who are happy while
Society straps me in a straight jacket
Driving me mad with stress and
Ceaseless demands...
Maybe making more money will
At least buy me some ******* time
To relax.
LeV3e Apr 30
I should probably eat better
And quit smoking soon
Money ends up with the debtor
And stocks pop like balloons

I know that I should know better
But what do you know?
Claiming to "know THE creator"?
What an absurd notion...

I really should exercise more
Spend less time online
At least I'm not so immature
To pretend I know what's Divine.
Trading prophits for profit$
xditania Mar 17
***, are you there?
Will you wait for me again?
To search and seek
the belief I left in vain.

***, are you there?
Doubt blocks the way.
'A way of salvation'
or at least that's what they say.

***, are you there?
We're different by religions,
yet *** need no protection;
Don't think of it as nations.

***, are you there?
I'm cruising on the sea
not knowin' where I'm goin',
many ways they offer me.

***, are you there?
Is it a choice or is it fate?
Do I decide for myself?
Why does it have to separate?
written at night, on July 5th 2015.
writer omsy Sep 2017
If I strike their respect, they’ll roar
Burn houses, public properties
All of them demolish the streets
It’s me who must control
Respect their symbols, let them live
In peace

Recollect the past, can you describe
Every incidents of war and massacres
It ain’t safe to be majority nor minority
When they can stand for betterment
We all could live in serenity

Several options, they selected the wrong
Blew words at religions for war
For their arms to be sold
For them, it’s business
For human beings, it’s violence

How do you describe
Showering bullets at children
Bombs on towns, labeling terrorism
Never forget, they are the terror
the poem itself speaks the truth.
Stanley Wilkin Jun 2017
How do we know of ***?
By word, visible presence or internally-constructed belief?
Can we read a book and know
That these are a ***'s words
Or sense that an ambitious man
-great or malevolent-
Created them for temporary gain,
To impress others, or for power.
Is *** a grandiose representation
Of either gender, and why should that be?

The myriad flowers scattered around,
wind-blown, gale tossed
are but our planet's codes
Tree and toad
are equal products of earth and time.

Why ask for another kind of being
in a world replete
with every grim and wonderful sort,
in another realm surrounded by
other winged and chubby divinities?
Why believe that old books,
written in time and place,
are products of gods?

Do gods really write so badly?
Arcassin B Oct 2016
By Arcassin Burnham

I don't mind your feral sences, we Could burn a million flames just to
Cure the sadness,
Do I believe in love?
Not quite from your petty personal vendettas,
They'll  fly above,
But the upside Is that everyone should be
given a fair trial,
And more Pampers and more formula for
Every single child,
But the world is too twisted in endless loops
Of peril and chaos,
And destruction and death,
It musen't be a ****** to have to breathe
your last breath,
Fairly twisted and devoted to a state that's more loyal to Satan
Than anything we've ever seen,
Buildings touch the sky in flames in between logic and metaphorical
Cemeteries with symbolic links to all broken dreams,
Touched by an angel in all of the rights ways making sure that you
Could get through the day without screams,
When **** hit the fan , who do you believe?
©ABPoetry2016
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/10/upside-down.html
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