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TOP RELIGIOUS LEADERS HAD TO MAKE UP FOR THE ERRONOUS IMAGE GIVEN TO THE WOMAN EVE IN THE OLD DAYS SO THEY SEALED POOR MARY WITH AN ETERNAL VIRGINITY TO BE REVERED AND ADORED IN MANY WAYS.
AND EVEN THOUGH JESUS HAD BROTHERS AND SISTERS THE MYTH REMAINS ABOUT MARY’S PURITY. WHAT A CONTRAST WITH EVE, HER SINFUL NATURE IMBEDDED TODAY SADLY IN OUR SOCIETY.
IN LATIN COUNTRIES THE ****** MARY IS HIGHLY WORSHIPPED. SHE IS ACTUALLY DUPLICATED INTO NUMEROUS DIFFERENT MARIES, ONE FOR EACH TOWNSHIP.
THE LEGEND GOES FARTHER INTO NAMING MARY AS GOD’S MOTHER. HOW CAN ALL OMNIPOTENT SPIRIT HAVE AN EARTHLY BIRTH AND MOTHER?
WE SEEM TO SWALLOW EVERYTHING FED TO US AS CHILDREN GROWING UP BUT AS ADULTS WE BEGIN TO QUESTION, ANALYSE AND REASON SO WE CAN WAKE UP.
WHAT IS SO WRONG AND TABOO ABOUT LOSING ONE ‘S VIRGINITY? OUR WORLD WOULD NOT EXIST WITHOUT PROCREATIVITY.
theunrealist Oct 2015
Throughout this expedition to my peak, the most hindering obstacle has always been the wind of another's breath.
It takes only a sensitive receptor to see the top of the mountain.
That seems to be enough, until you first slip.
I must maintain a certain numbness about me to make it, or a way to cut between and slip through.
I do not yet know how to go about this, but I can no longer stand in one place,
Lest this all disappear.
Its a long way to the top if ya wanna rocknroll I suppose
  Oct 2015 theunrealist
Parker
The glass walls surrounding this traditional life style have me stalled in depression. I am not a sad man, though I am sad.
These bills and these jobs all add up to nothing. A confused circle of a circus. My creativity has run dry. My energy is gone. I am a young man, yet feel so old.
  Oct 2015 theunrealist
Dave Slate
Say the words that stir my soul
  Internet love my heart's ablaze
The fire, the nerves are your control
  Lover you have me amazed

More sympathetic than my friends
  In languid, sloth-like afternoons
Escape to you brings to an end
  The rise and power of my moon

I miss you, though we've never met
  Our souls attached somewhere in space
But someday physically we'll get
  To share a couch in the same place

I wonder can it really be
Six hundred miles between we
H.W.
  Oct 2015 theunrealist
Dave Slate
Sleep has made a fiend out of me
  Every night I try to hold out
And in the morning, painfully
  I do what I can to keep the light out

Sleep took the love I had for night
  Sleep, the jealous nagging wife
The only true cure for my plight
  Is the one who threatens my life

Sleep is pulling me below
  It waits down there for me to drown
And when my breathe comes low and slow
  Sleep anoints me with its crown

Sleep takes from me time and energy
But all is forgiven in a dream
H.W.
theunrealist Oct 2015
My stomach is uneasy from the **** I was fed for breakfast.
You saw that I was disoriented,
Its why you chose to strike.
Though you foresaw that I wouldn't break,
I cant help but hate the hand I was dealt.

I will continue to choke down what you've prepared for me, O Master Chef.

       Eat and grow strong,
                          young one.
                  You've a ways to go.
Picture him wearing an apron or a chefs hat if you like.
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