#doctrine
people have their god
and
people have their no god
but
neither has solid proof
nor
the definitive answer
only
what they truly believe in
and
they’re so sure of themselves
that
they’ll defend and protect their beliefs
if
any differences are shouted at them
and
they’ll hold and cradle their beliefs
tightly
like a security blanket
and
they’ll preach their beliefs
to
any pair of ears they come across
it’s
the never-ending game
straddling
the on-going centuries
if
you have god, go with god
and
if
you have nothing, go with nothing
just
leave me the hell out of it:
your beliefs
my beliefs
his beliefs
her beliefs
their beliefs
were never a certainty.
May 29, 2025
May 29, 2025 at 1:42 PM UTC
I have no idea what I'm doin', I put my foot in the race but definitely not a shoe in to win
I've heard gettin' to the end and then dyin' is now, somehow, considered a win
But I guess only if you pick and stick with the correct doctrine of religion and only abide by their sin
Who's got it right then? We'll probably never know, not because the truth is hidden or missin' but because there's far to many cooks in the kitchen
And yes, that's pretty bleak but if true you're gonna have to explain it better then cause I can't seem to comprehend
What it seems to me to be is I'm in way over my head so it's gone over my head, I followed a liaison when I should have led
You said this is the land of the free but how can that be when most our time breathin' is contractually given'
Sometimes it's even been forcibly taken by some giant corporation backing a corrupt politician
You find yourself, either figuratively or physically, buildin' your very own coffin
And unbeknownst to you it's a Trojan horse disguised as detailed preparation to ***** out precaution
There will be a moment when they move on and you're no longer a part of the equation
We never really were starting from way back when, born into a lifetime ban from their utopian creation
We have never been given adequate time for livin'. Why is this acceptable and deemed okay to begin with even?
Why are more of you not seethin' mad? This would most definitely be a justifiable reason.
But we're just keepin' it goin' like this day after day, season after season
Just a cog in the machine till the day our vital signs begin to weaken and your heart stops beatin
Can't feel the pulse we're seekin', no animated heart blinkin' in the corner of the screen, that's when reality sets in
When the life line on the heart monitor stops peekin', and triggers the flat line death siren
Then through all the cryin' you hear someone attemptin' to comfort someone else by sayin'
"Who could have possibly predicted this mess we're in?"
Uhhhhh, me, I can.
I could have told you what's about to happen, where it's comin' from and when
Matter of fact I did put out a warnin' but you said I was just a mad man ramblin' on 'bout nothin'
But I know it to be truth so I'll bet it all, my life's a risky buy in but I'm all in
In a moment of heated confrontation always beware the calm man smilin', tryin' to ignore the situation around him while thinkin'
"What's one more murderous sin?" A question type justification got you askin' while knowin' you're in to deep to ever come out again as the same person
The devil in my eyes got 'em peralized with fear, stone cold frozen
Got others quakin' in their boots, Michael J Fox type shakin', twitchin' like pan fried bacon
Got you sweatin' and fidgetin' so go get your spinner to hold your attention or at the very least be a distraction
Grown-ups are takin' so get to walkin', take your childish ways elsewhere before it's a problem
Okay, where was I?
....operator sound we're sorry, the number you are trying to reach has been disconnected or is no longer in service. Please hang up and try again*
©2020
Aug 21, 2020
Aug 21, 2020 at 5:36 AM UTC
Dogma and doctrine only hide the Truth
that is our birthright since the time of youth.
We have all been led to believe the lies
which the authorities show to our eyes.
The passage of time often does the rest
and makes sure curiosity fails the test
to uncover the truth that's been hidden
by all this dogma and doctrine ridden.
Ignorance is a strong, powerful force
that stalls investigations in due coarse
when people begin to suspect the wrong
they have been subjected to all along.
Authorities try to keep their power
with the dogma and doctrine they shower
onto the people who look up to them
quelling the light of truth that they condemn.
Nowhere else does this happen as often
but in religious faith which can soften
the hearts and minds of people to believe
that something else is just there to deceive.
A sad case of the blind leading the blind
which is one of the follies of mankind
who are led to believe what they're given
is the truth being like victims driven.
This doesn't mean that something else is true
unless it has been proven so by you;
through personal experience that stays
in your heart or mind and the doubt allays.
Take for example those few converts who
formed the body of the early church new;
what kind of experience each one had
making them join up and feel very glad.
_________________
Jan 31, 2022
Jan 31, 2022 at 4:29 AM UTC
a dominate
but combinable
girl shook
this tide
with a
shriek there
yet mossy
promenade kept
her suitable
as lie
only change
weather and
resulted this
grainy as
the voice
was prominent
with vicar
Jul 7, 2019
Jul 7, 2019 at 7:03 AM UTC
Civilized life is rigged, O land-dwellers!
With landmines hidden
in trails of Society's doctrine,
'Too often is it stepped on,
Too often does it explode.'
Blowing constitutions to smithereens,
Where you then rummage within your nucleus
to piece together your scattered jigsaw,
Misplacing your natural elements,
Overcasting your ability to side with beauteous aspects in simplicity—
Of those ethereal-resplendent butterflies.
Disillusioned on land thus is you (the complex you).
Let go—
Rise above your materialistic graves—
Walk on air!
My kindred wisps
Walk on air!
Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 4:56 AM UTC
The fever of doctrine is waning,
but the symptoms of its gathering sweats
are making others dangerous
to the furthermost sanity of all.
For what is sanity, if not the realization
that an illness will fight to survive,
even if it kills the host
who has been cured.
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 9:54 AM UTC
Endless holy dips
Without sight, everything is wonder
Every place is new
Thought divided, faith divided
On lifting a veil,
Creator is One
With believe in Idol, it’s God
Else, it’s mere Stone and Paper
Is this the Path? Doubt…!
Words of essence
For a few min of pleasure, we sleep
Sleep, open eyes, then sleep again
Life’s so short
Wake up
Doubt the limit
Who will point out the way?,
When home is just few steps away
Priceless Pearl
Today, the lord is my guest
Day to get merge in the ocean of bliss
Doctrine of life
Exploring a forgotten path
Trying to discover self
Eternal ectasy
With a surrendered heart
Sum of all the truth.
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 8:20 PM UTC
A fool trapped under my ancient wrath withers.
He shouts but not a sound is heard.
He grabs but nothing registers.
His world is grave and I cannot show it.
He is depraved but he cannot know it.
This man is a spark and he can't set a fire.
This fire would burn a hole in the sky.
If he somehow escapes he'll be living up higher,
So, he must be contained in a rotting state.
Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 7:32 PM UTC
It's interesting how a day can so quickly be ruined.
One second,
Fine.
But the next second,
BING,
And it's you.
Blood begins to boil because there are two reasons for your notification.
One,
You're lonely.
Two,
You're trying to convince me that I was wrong.
Funny how when someone is gone,
That is when you are willing to change.
All the things you did,
All the horrible ideas you believed,
Convinced yourself to be true,
Never listening to a single word,
Not one single syllable,
That exited my lips,
Because you were so dogmatic.
But now,
Oh now that I'm gone,
You want to hear my side.
Again?
Why is it better now than it was before?
You say you want to change,
Yet you're still the same,
Just in different ways.
Selfishness is running through your veins,
You only cared about me two times.
One,
When I was leaving the state,
Two,
When I was leaving your life.
Sorry, but I'm not going to drink from your fountain,
Your fountain of,
Guilt,
Regret,
Worthlessness,
Because guess what?
Maybe now I'm resolute,
And I have my own doctrine I follow,
And this is how it goes.
Rule number one,
I will be confident in myself,
I don't need you to tell me who to be,
Who to be friends with,
Or who respects me.
Rule number two,
I'm going to be free.
I'm going read what I want,
Write what I want,
Sing what I want,
Explore where I want,
Without the two voices telling me to stop:
The voice of doubt in my head,
And you.
Rule number three,
I will not waste my time.
I do not always need to explain myself.
Sometimes people need to accept,
That I know what will make me happy,
And just because it isn't the same for you,
Does not mean that it isn't valid.
Rule number four,
I'm going to be happy.
And I'm not saying I wasn't happy before,
But I can always strive for more.
I'm sorry that things are not the same,
I'll still be a friend,
Just not your slave.
When you're ready to accept this give me a call,
Until then though,
Please, just say nothing at all.
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 10:54 PM UTC
He was
either a
Captain or
Tory to
lead river
by Alamo
where want
toiled much
and delay
soiled so
much together
unfortunately his
somber face
many that
Hasici died
and San
Antonio implored
diocese while
Serra's Chapel
also became
an acorn
for fruit
and burial
for Franciscan
outward envy
of mission
for peace.
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 1:22 PM UTC
I’m fearful that i’ll lose my way
I can’t be forsaken again
I want to banish my tears away
And be a righteous man
When all the words i have to spare
Are not enough for forgiveness
I will stay here if i dare
And my sorrow will decay with swiftness
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 12:18 PM UTC
Milk for meat
Hype for hope
Lies for love
Ashes for beauty
And yet we all said "amen"
Puppet master
Thy humble puppets, enthralled
...and we have anointed you;
To tell us ...
What we want to hear
What we want to read
What we want to watch
You have execute thy duties;
Tickling our ears to perfection,
With feathers, dipped in ******
Our souls; numbed
our hearts; tangled in lies.
The parade
The confetti
The Loyalist
An ovation;
To he who sits
lonely, on his throne;
Feeding our emotions,
In your own emptiness.
Sensationalism
Emotional
Temporarily
Seasonal
Hypnotized
Roller coaster ride...
We are dead, like the last generation.
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 12:18 PM UTC