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Hello Friends & Happy Holi to all my hello poetry friends ,Writers & Family.. May this holi brings you and your family a very bright, colourful joyful holi, With love of Peace, happiness , prosperity & success in Every ones life.. Today writing this letter by expressing my Feeling for one my favourite Indian festival, I know it is strange but this is what my excitement is all about.. what you like the most express it by Writing or enjoy it!! Holi is a religious festival of the Hindus. Though, it is most popular in India, it is celebrated in every corner of the world as a Festival of colours. Today describing you the importance of the different colors(Gulal) of holi festival which significance your face life with a different colorful world!!. the face behind your colour are followed below: Auspicious Red Colour bright the love of happiness Divine Green colour binds you in the life of prosperity Forever Blue color bleed your soul in a Blissful world Pretty orange color mild your Elysian mind as a silence peace Beautiful Pink color scents intriguing personality of life Sunflame yellow color kisses your beautiful moment of time!!. Well colour is a beautiful life were you experience the beauty of joy, beauty of passion, beauty of love , beauty of everything that you will experience in this festival !!.come once and get yours new experience of life ....Thank-you..
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Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 8:34 AM UTC
Happy Holi!!..
Oh1 Durga, the symbolic victory Over the worldly evil You can **** any devil And you are the most benign As you are divine Shiva (goodness) is your inseparable half Mahishasura’s ( Man’s evil) death Is your valour’s proof Goodness and valour are made For each other It is paradoxical that Man stands for goodness And woman for valour But it is true in divine parlour Hindus believe in Durga’s divine force Even others can not deny the cosmic source Even the staunchest atheist Can not deny the women’s collective fist
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Dec 28, 2010
Dec 28, 2010 at 4:43 AM UTC
Vijaya Durga,the divine force
Before we were Christians, Muslims, Jews, Hindus, Sikhs, we were all human. The funny thing is that we still are We have just forgotten it... We are all human, regardless of religion and race If you can't accept this simple concept even say good bye to globalization and internalization and be in your comfort zone... safe and sound...
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Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 12:21 PM UTC
Aren't we all human?
*a child is born free of mind but is hardened into thought and by the time one dies most are fixed and ******* into worlds of their making, heavens of their fantasies* so one thinks one's an Indian, one a Chinese or an American or British or Swedish or French or Russian or German; or one thinks one is a Christian or Muslim or Jew or Hindu or Sikh or Catholic or Doaist or Buddhist or Marxist or Communist or even for that matter, an atheist - or whatever you will... one finds a badge to pin proudly to one's chest and each identity becomes so strong it becomes so real it all comes into the question of right and wrong of evil and good and it falls into loud declamations and my tribe is good, your tribe is evil my brand is holy, your brand unholy... and so it goes, with all sorts of justifications that beat sense out of all loyal adherents and it squeezes humanity out of the human as paste out of a tube... ah, and yes, the energy goes on into the afterlife as Christians go into a Christian Heaven and Hindus and Buddhists into various Lokas and Muslims in their own Paradise and so it goes on, this Human Tragi-Comedy, yes, yes, certainly all created by the Almighty who was created by your mind's poverty so that a child is born free of mind but is hardened into thought and by the time one dies most are fixed and ******* into worlds of their making, heavens of their fantasies
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Oct 22, 2010
Oct 22, 2010 at 7:34 PM UTC
a child is born free of mind
NO OFFENCE MEANT TO ANYONE. JUST WORD PLAY. Many thoughts of saviours. Different deities. Varied idols. Doctrines unique, Sometimes similar. Holy books. Different sects, yes I said sects. Buddhists, Mormons, Muslims too, Hindus, Jews and Rastafarians. Pass the spliff, that one miffs me. Too name but only one or two. Garlands or flowers. Holy cows. Churches and temples. Mosques and mystic synagogues. Or even halls perpetuating to the Kingdom. Gis' us a pint of blood or not. Definitely not vampires,oops I forgot. "Cup of tea, love?" Welcome to the Mormons. Latter day saints? Jesus Christ, what a choice. My explanation, I'm agnostic. But, never on a Sunday. I don't want converting. (C) LIVVI
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Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 7:28 PM UTC
SAVING GRACE
I have met Masters and OGs within joint commissions. While my dear, Granddaddy Purple’s spending my tuition. But, it was merely a Blue Dream at blunt ceremonies. While Hindus and Afghans breed in holy matrimonies. Look at all of Mary Jane's strains, I want to be like them; stuck pondering my bud's embrace and all’the broken stems. Reuniting the Skywalker's was quite like the Death Star far out, in space and burns fast like Sour Diesel’s quick car. I rode the Pineapple Express, then I hit the Train Wreck. Lights out! The conductor demands that we have our pipes checked. Look at all of Mary Jane's strains, I have plenty of them, still pondering my bud's embrace and all’the broken stems. My bud's came less often and I became less credible. I told my bud Bubba that we should switch to edibles. “But, you can't eat these sweets unless the treat's gradual high stops your bud’s from disappearing. You need me to get by!” Where are all of Mary Jane's strains? I need some more like them; losing the embrace of my bud’s and all’the broken stems. All my buds have vacated me. All that's left is Reggie and Mid, who aren't like my kind buds; they’re leaving me edgy. I’m hanging with Mid and Reggie hoping they'll come around But now, even they’re gone, and I have lost what was once found. The strains of Mary Jane are gone. I can't live without them! I dream to see my bud's once more and all’the broken stems.
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Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 11:31 PM UTC
The Ballad of My Best Buds
Festivals are appreciated by many just because they mean public holidays.. Some of them may also be holy days.. and they also reunite us people together.. They are the days in which there are no enmity.. but only unity.. the days in which everybody are supposed to be happy.. Today is Diwali, a festival celebrated by Hindus, but this does not mean that only Hindus can celebrate it.. Its all about sharing and helping other people,eliminating the darkness and most importantly, bring light in your house,lives,and in the lives of others.. Happy Diwali to ALL of you guys!
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Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 1:45 AM UTC
Festivals
MAHA SHIVA RATHRI Truth, goodness and beauty are eternal trinity They are the qualities of rarity and divinity Today the Hindus celebrate maha shiva Rathri(the great night of goodness) may this Hindu festival bring upon you all brightness and greatness! Christians believe only Yahuwah as reality Muslims regard only Allah as divinity but Hindus believe that God dwells in every entity and worship every plant, mountain, river as Diety Atheists plead God as mere irrationality but nobody can deny the trinity which are more internal than external God may not be truth but truth is God God may not be beauty but beauty is God God may not stand for goodness but goodness is surely God Let us all strive for the trinity Truth, goodness and beauty
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Mar 2, 2011
Mar 2, 2011 at 5:26 AM UTC
MAHA SHIVA RATHRI (THE GREAT NIGHT OF GOODNESS)
Nebraska has over 6 million head of cattle and is perhaps the largest beef producer in the world. This is strange, juxtaposed to my neighbors who are Hindus, from India. On all sides, I am surrounded by young, attractive, friendly Indians living in Nebraska, studying information systems. I rarely eat beef, but I joke, for them, this place must be some kind of sacrilege, or purgatory where they go before returning home to join the "growing middle class" we hear so much about. They have gatherings, food, language and ways of maintaining hegemony among their group while they are here, in my hallway, and I am alone. I have no information to manage, no home to return to. They gather in my neighbors’ apartment talking, late into the night I once made friends with two of them who, unlike the others, were both atheists instead of Hindus. They told me that Hindu women, like the ones next door do not have *** before marriage, but the men do. This seemed like a paradox, but I believe them to this day. And when I hear this platonic conversation, muffled by the walls it sounds like pigeons cooing flapping their wings in an alleyway And having nowhere to go. The countless, devout Hindu men visiting my charming neighbors remind me of adolescence how I used religion as a cover for my shyness I admired these men, in their pursuit of something I was told to be obtainable and then I remembered all the people who were not devout ******* the religious girls I tried to flirt with while I was in high school. I laugh. I wish there were a high minded reason I stopped believing in the zombie Christ, but it was the fact that no one from my church was having *** with me, because of God and all that, but they were having *** with other people. **** christians, really, you can have them all. It’s easier to imagine my neighbors as trapped birds subtly fighting for scraps without ****** desire than to imagine them as people like me, who know what they want but assume it’s out of reach. The alternative, to know that they are having *** and I am not, is too upsetting. I want them to sound like cooing birds, shy and timid and lost, because that is how I feel. But, if their voices, distorted by the walls, sound like pigeons to me, what must my silence sound like to them? How do they want me to seem? Lonely people, quiet people, sad people, fending for scraps of trash. That is not them, but it is me. I realize it is easier to be a Hindu than an atheist in Nebraska, and it doesn't matter what (or if) you eat when you're alone.
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Nov 17, 2012
Nov 17, 2012 at 1:22 AM UTC
Pigeon People
Nebraska has over 6 million head of cattle and is perhaps the largest beef producer in the world. This is strange, juxtaposed to my neighbors who are Hindus, from India. On all sides, I am surrounded by young, attractive, friendly Indians living in Nebraska, studying information systems. I rarely eat beef, but I joke, for them, this place must be some kind of sacrilege, or purgatory where they go before returning home to join the "growing middle class" we hear so much about. They have gatherings, food, language and ways of maintaining hegemony among their group while they are here, in my hallway, and I am alone. I have no information to manage, no home to return to. They gather in my neighbors’ apartment talking, late into the night I once made friends with two of them who, unlike the others, were both atheists instead of Hindus. They told me that Hindu women, like the ones next door do not have *** before marriage, but the men do. This seemed like a paradox, but I believe them to this day. And when I hear this platonic conversation, muffled by the walls it sounds like pigeons cooing flapping their wings in an alleyway And having nowhere to go. The countless, devout Hindu men visiting my charming neighbors remind me of adolescence how I used religion as a cover for my shyness I admired these men, in their pursuit of something I was told to be obtainable and then I remembered all the people who were not devout ******* the religious girls I tried to flirt with while I was in high school. I laugh. I wish there were a high minded reason I stopped believing in the zombie Christ, but it was the fact that no one from my church was having *** with me, because of God and all that, but they were having *** with other people. **** christians, really, you can have them all. It’s easier to imagine my neighbors as trapped birds subtly fighting for scraps without ****** desire than to imagine them as people like me, who know what they want but assume it’s out of reach. The alternative, to know that they are having *** and I am not, is too upsetting. I want them to sound like cooing birds, shy and timid and lost, because that is how I feel. But, if their voices, distorted by the walls, sound like pigeons to me, what must my silence sound like to them? How do they want me to seem? Lonely people, quiet people, sad people, fending for scraps of trash. That is not them, but it is me. I realize it is easier to be a Hindu than an atheist in Nebraska, and it doesn't matter what (or if) you eat when you're alone.
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* Without YOU, I'm nothing Without YOU, my world doesn't exist **If you're there, I am alive If I find you, I find myself** You are my Mecca masjid (Muslim) You are my Vatican church (Christian) You are my Jerusalem synagogue (Jews) You are my Banaras temple (Hindus) You are my Gaya stupa (Buddhist) You are my Khajuraho Parsvanath (Jains) You are my Amritsar Gurudwara (Sikhs) I wander to every place of worship I read every scriptures and pray I am pathos of your LOVE Chanting your name This is my only purpose of living Only when you've gone away I've understood my LOVE for YOU Don't break the thread of LOVE I'm delicately tender in your LOVE *
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Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 11:51 PM UTC
Delicately Tender In Your LOVE
.oh... hi y'all: or rather - how did i find this in the noun Ohio?       i guess after watching the disaster artist   and no having watched the room... the tetragrammaton is so glaring to me in the English tongue, i might as well be a reincarnation of Belshazzar (but not really... because, to me, reincarnation implies       a fixed number of people... and an mingling of solipsism from philosophy, and NPC from the gaming world... no, i can't believe in reincarnation... saving grace of the Hindus? they're not lactose intolerant; boogie-woogie-boo-woo ooh things are turning, freak-y... why is that a Y and not an E? see... the tetragrammaton is glaring at me... like an ***** protruding phallus with the added "flavor" of a circumcision snippet... me? i'm fine... no snippet...     i can **** off as much as i like and not feel stupid - or catholic, about it, having, in my possession, an unsheathed "sword"). p.s. it really is the case of circumcising men as a procreational motivation, no ******** on you... plenty of ******** on her... and how the east meets the west... back in the east i'd be a blessing... over 'ere? i'm a walking abortion... a nuisance... something you send off to fight in incestuous... here's my 100 year closure celebration: V! like the Welsh longbow men... up yours! who? in the 100 year war... the French would cut off the... **** index or middle finger? they would cut off one of the fingers of the Welsh longbow men... so they could fire an arrow... P.O.W.s... so the Welsh longbow men came up with V... a salute to the French... up yours! i still have mine! hence? i don't feel ****** jerking off... too bad, ol' chap, you've been given an incentive to find your missing ******** in a woman's ***** sorry... i actually feel sorry for you having this imposed on you... the missing caftan / hood and all... sometimes i wondered: does she even know what she's doing performing ******** on me? maybe i could cut my torso off and show her how to do it? in the east i'd be a godsend, but in the west i'm an embarrassment... great in tissue... greater still in pointless wars... auxiliary pageant... sure sure... glorify the women... last time i heard my ex-girlfriend gave birth to her fourth child... her fourth daughter... i seriously should have been born a ******* Mongol.
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Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 6:47 PM UTC
V
.oh... hi y'all: or rather - how did i find this in the noun Ohio?       i guess after watching the disaster artist   and no having watched the room... the tetragrammaton is so glaring to me in the English tongue, i might as well be a reincarnation of Belshazzar (but not really... because, to me, reincarnation implies       a fixed number of people... and an mingling of solipsism from philosophy, and NPC from the gaming world... no, i can't believe in reincarnation... saving grace of the Hindus? they're not lactose intolerant; boogie-woogie-boo-woo ooh things are turning, freak-y... why is that a Y and not an E? see... the tetragrammaton is glaring at me... like an ***** protruding phallus with the added "flavor" of a circumcision snippet... me? i'm fine... no snippet...     i can **** off as much as i like and not feel stupid - or catholic, about it, having, in my possession, an unsheathed "sword"). p.s. it really is the case of circumcising men as a procreational motivation, no ******** on you... plenty of ******** on her... and how the east meets the west... back in the east i'd be a blessing... over 'ere? i'm a walking abortion... a nuisance... something you send off to fight in incestuous... here's my 100 year closure celebration: V! like the Welsh longbow men... up yours! who? in the 100 year war... the French would cut off the... **** index or middle finger? they would cut off one of the fingers of the Welsh longbow men... so they could fire an arrow... P.O.W.s... so the Welsh longbow men came up with V... a salute to the French... up yours! i still have mine! hence? i don't feel ****** jerking off... too bad, ol' chap, you've been given an incentive to find your missing ******** in a woman's ***** sorry... i actually feel sorry for you having this imposed on you... the missing caftan / hood and all... sometimes i wondered: does she even know what she's doing performing ******** on me? maybe i could cut my torso off and show her how to do it? in the east i'd be a godsend, but in the west i'm an embarrassment... great in tissue... greater still in pointless wars... auxiliary pageant... sure sure... glorify the women... last time i heard my ex-girlfriend gave birth to her fourth child... her fourth daughter... i seriously should have been born a ******* Mongol.
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love is a state of mind an emotion sometimes ephemeral sometimes steadfast its source an archetype formless it is not a relationship although it may exist in a relationship or only in a moment like a spark in the dark it is a function of imagination as is empathy it is magical thinking *** may be an instrument of love or a powerful healing balm in and of it self a profound therapy and seen as an act of divine grace the ancients knew this but unlike them we have taken sacred prostitutes from ancient temples vessels of the goddess eroticism Astarte of the Canaanites Áine of the Celts Min of the Egyptians Aphrodite of the Greeks Kama of the Hindus Inanna of the Mesopotamians and transformed them into demons by subjugation to the depths of our subconscious the archetypal female was replaced by the neutered holy ghost the patriarchal symbolic genital mutilation of women a gift of horrors by Romes Council of Nicea crippling values written in stone frigidity guilts child an abysmal morality a theft by kleptomaniacs of freedoms desire for two millennium vessels of the goddess have been transmuted into a profanity inflicting a cold homicide on ****** freedom forcing the abandonment of a most essential constituent of sanity the miraculous repair and revitalization of the soul through passions physical touch sensual love and the release of pent up desire and left in its place a harness of deprivation an expression of a regressive culture that promotes a barren terrain between emotional ****** insecurity and the monotony of monogamy I am a voice of Thelema for the coming Aeon of Horus LOVE IS ALL LOVE UNDER WILL
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Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 6:01 PM UTC
Age of Horus..Sex Cult
love is a state of mind an emotion sometimes ephemeral sometimes steadfast its source an archetype formless it is not a relationship although it may exist in a relationship or only in a moment like a spark in the dark it is a function of imagination as is empathy it is magical thinking *** may be an instrument of love or a powerful healing balm in and of it self a profound therapy and seen as an act of divine grace the ancients knew this but unlike them we have taken sacred prostitutes from ancient temples vessels of the goddess eroticism Astarte of the Canaanites Áine of the Celts Min of the Egyptians Aphrodite of the Greeks Kama of the Hindus Inanna of the Mesopotamians and transformed them into demons by subjugation to the depths of our subconscious the archetypal female was replaced by the neutered holy ghost the patriarchal symbolic genital mutilation of women a gift of horrors by Romes Council of Nicea crippling values written in stone frigidity guilts child an abysmal morality a theft by kleptomaniacs of freedoms desire for two millennium vessels of the goddess have been transmuted into a profanity inflicting a cold homicide on ****** freedom forcing the abandonment of a most essential constituent of sanity the miraculous repair and revitalization of the soul through passions physical touch sensual love and the release of pent up desire and left in its place a harness of deprivation an expression of a regressive culture that promotes a barren terrain between emotional ****** insecurity and the monotony of monogamy I am a voice of Thelema for the coming Aeon of Horus LOVE IS ALL LOVE UNDER WILL
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This land in midst of mazed vales and meadows, Of lofty icy Himalayan peaks and forestry. Unique are the means utilized by the power players, Be it the Islamists or Hindus on either borders. Claim of their right to rule this land of the free, A people distinctly different from their ideals. Compassion for us seems long forgotten, As we are constantly crunched beneath boot heels. Where forth must we look for our liberation? Has our God also forgotten our stressful plight?
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Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 8:15 AM UTC
Liberation Sought
The bond of love The bond of Trust The festival which truly celebrates the bond between a brother and a sister (siblings and cousins) Celebrated in the month of August on a full moon day(purnima) Known as Rakhi Purnima Rakhi-The sacred thread , which the sister ties on the wrist of her brother . This festival is known as Raksha Bandhan Raksha - means to protect Bandhan - To be bound (Bond) Raksha Bandhan - The Bond of Protection A festival celebrated by Hindus all over the country. The Celebration The sister buys a Rakhi for her brother Prepares or buys sweets for her brother . On the auspicious morning , The brother and sister both deck up in their traditional fineries. The sister readies a plate full of sweets , with a little vermilion soaked in water along with a few rice grains ,  to be applied as vertical mark (tilak) on the brother's forehead. Believed to blessings from the lord . A lit lamp for aarti and the Rakhi(sacred thread) which she ties on the brother's wrist , wishing him the best . The brother in return promises to look after her and presents her with gifts . ** This is not a poem , more of an account of the festival and the celebration. With time and distances it is not always possible to bring in the festival together. However, the sister mails across the Rakhi  to the brother, as I did :)** Have beautiful memories of this festival from my younger days , celebrated with siblings and cousins alike . Thank you all for reading !!
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Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 9:00 PM UTC
Raksha Bandhan
The sun doesn't revolve around us, And it was known to the ancient Hindus. How they estimated precise distances, It's still an exclusive paradigm of sorts. This poem is not a nursery rhyme, For it discusses what went wrong. Wrong with the history of Hindus, And with the tapestry of the world. Hanging down the global gazebos, Is a wonderful story of lost wisdom.
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Sep 24, 2024
Sep 24, 2024 at 2:31 AM UTC
Sun Seems To Rise In The East
The Church is the undying antagonist to the soul, What was once a pure practice, has now been sold, It's an undying commodity That sells definitive absolution, An unresting subsidy That force-feeds their pollution. - The throats of unsure masses, Are at their max capacity, The unknowing public, Craves Leaders' depravity. To find God, one must first find themself, Or find themself subjected To a liar's daunting Hell. The contradictions in the library of religions, Written on Earth by men, with their own conditions, Have soiled the name of God's Word, They chose the verses carefully to Distribute amongst the heard. - For Christians such as I, Where is Judas, where is Mary? Their gospels from the Holy Book Ripped out and now miscarried, Why did a peaceful Pope and King Sanctify a genocide? How do they know that Heaven, For this exception, will subside? - Does God not weep at the loss, Of any children slain upon his Earth? So then why must we put Hindus, Jews, Christians, Muslims, and Buddhists through eternal rebirth? - Each faction that lies herein Has flaws amongst themselves, The contradictory messages, Lie entwined and fervently spelled. - Why does each religion preach To love among another, Yet wars are caused on their basis, Of freedom from each other? Look into your heart of hearts, And "excuse" this ungodly behavior, Save yourself your ******* pity And start your own God to savor. Find within yourself what is right, Not to them, but to your own mind, God will see your heart open, With righteousness and kind. - We take the written, and copied oral stories, Scribed years after the event By man to mean they are of God's own lips And to man we do repent. That is blasphemy in itself And we lie to one another, About what we "know" to believe, And chastise our own brothers. - This is why fewer Believe, It is our elders' longing fault, That they cannot explain questions, Without expressing their own flaws. The generations are no longer stupid, But intelligent and wise, They do not see within themselves, That God himself in guise, Of tests and corrupt men, Within the religious establishment, These dictatorships, Are meant to blind us from within. Release your heart and remain steadfast, Their cultures cannot then bite, We will achieve Paradise through Freedom, And the evil, my God will smite.
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Feb 1, 2013
Feb 1, 2013 at 7:30 AM UTC
This Is Blasphemy.
The Church is the undying antagonist to the soul, What was once a pure practice, has now been sold, It's an undying commodity That sells definitive absolution, An unresting subsidy That force-feeds their pollution. - The throats of unsure masses, Are at their max capacity, The unknowing public, Craves Leaders' depravity. To find God, one must first find themself, Or find themself subjected To a liar's daunting Hell. The contradictions in the library of religions, Written on Earth by men, with their own conditions, Have soiled the name of God's Word, They chose the verses carefully to Distribute amongst the heard. - For Christians such as I, Where is Judas, where is Mary? Their gospels from the Holy Book Ripped out and now miscarried, Why did a peaceful Pope and King Sanctify a genocide? How do they know that Heaven, For this exception, will subside? - Does God not weep at the loss, Of any children slain upon his Earth? So then why must we put Hindus, Jews, Christians, Muslims, and Buddhists through eternal rebirth? - Each faction that lies herein Has flaws amongst themselves, The contradictory messages, Lie entwined and fervently spelled. - Why does each religion preach To love among another, Yet wars are caused on their basis, Of freedom from each other? Look into your heart of hearts, And "excuse" this ungodly behavior, Save yourself your ******* pity And start your own God to savor. Find within yourself what is right, Not to them, but to your own mind, God will see your heart open, With righteousness and kind. - We take the written, and copied oral stories, Scribed years after the event By man to mean they are of God's own lips And to man we do repent. That is blasphemy in itself And we lie to one another, About what we "know" to believe, And chastise our own brothers. - This is why fewer Believe, It is our elders' longing fault, That they cannot explain questions, Without expressing their own flaws. The generations are no longer stupid, But intelligent and wise, They do not see within themselves, That God himself in guise, Of tests and corrupt men, Within the religious establishment, These dictatorships, Are meant to blind us from within. Release your heart and remain steadfast, Their cultures cannot then bite, We will achieve Paradise through Freedom, And the evil, my God will smite.
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Can terror Brings happiness Killing innocents And posting those Videos online Is that a Religion Why people Believe this Psychopaths And follow them And finally say They are doing it For their religion Either in bible or in Islam or in Geetha(Hindus holy book) God never mentioned I want to attain a kingdom With non-violence Why do you people hate The fellow beings We too have blood That is red in color And a heart that beats For an average of 72 per minute What's the difference You may **** someone But remember You will die with the same Gun that you are holding You think killing is religion But I think you are a pshyco Who don't have any pity or Any sense
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Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 11:45 PM UTC
717. Terror
Some Asian folk revere the Tao the way of Yang and Ying. Others worship ancestors and of Confucius sing. Buddhists seek a one way trip with no wish to return. Hindus think we're born again just not in Christian terms. Some follow in the steps of Christ, this life, their cross to bear. Others say Carpe Diem and just don't give a D*mm. Islamiscists eschew alcohol and never lunch on ham. This place has many faiths and creeds to suit our every mood. The voodoo that you do so well is with suspicion viewed. The foodists are the latest cult- a blight upon the land like Joey chestnut at buffets consuming all they can. To them no cow is sacred and wine just slakes their thirst They walk among us and they breed and I don''t know which is worse!
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Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 8:42 PM UTC
Comparative Religion
Bellicose beer-belled bad-asses Bawdily belting down brewskies Usually, boozily, bruisily beating On weaker, sleeker funseekers In the bar where they are, far From anything like maturity Hip hip hooray for unhip USA. Ballyhooing big screen viewing Myopic eyes watch others exercise Freedom-hating grouch on a couch Itching, ******** psoriasis and sloth Unread armchair Brother of the Cloth. One of the minions of opinions, Hardened against morality, reality. Saying it every day: USA, USA, USA! Hating, bating, aggravating, skating Right past solutions, conclusions Preferring propaganda, ***** Miranda, Stop mollycoddling, bottling up anger Christ in the manger should be law But they guffaw at reading The Book; They took their religion from TV. Freedom for me, not thee, in my USA. Got mine, ***** yours, rights immune; That tune don’t play here. No queers No browns, yellows, Hindus or Jews. I’ve got news you can use, I abuse And oppress guys in a dress, yes! Even if he’s white, it still ain’t right. The Constitution is old, it just teases. Mine is Republican Jesus for the USA. A pigeon for old time religion and God Everyone else is odd. I saw the movie. It was groovy and pretty. Went to the city Saw it in Imax, no blacks in the theater Thanks to The Creator that gave us all The intelligence to call things right. Hip hip hooray for being lily white. Hip hip hooray for the KKK USA.
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Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 3:47 PM UTC
AMERICAN PATRIOT
Many consider terrorism and religion to be synonymous, consciously or subconsciously...and I don't know exactly why. But religion and terror were never the same and never will be. Religion is a way of life and an assumed path towards the great soul. Terrorism means cutting people off from that very path and the way of life. I don't know much about any region coz' Mr. X never had any religion even though 'I' have one. But whatever I've come to know of religions, I've understood that religion is a beautiful experience in itself and every religion is intensely complex and extremely simple. Its a way of life which has its own faults and own benefits. And when you see from a different perspective altogether, like I do now, you'll see that all religions are one, just like every human on this planet. We're all the same and even our religions have so much in common that we often realise, we have just one common goal. To reach the Supreme. To reach what is unknown through this path of life. Thus according to logic, as we have the same goal, we must unite to reach it. But that's not how it works in this world.  Does it? Maybe its because we have forgotten what Religion is or what we are looking for. We have forgotten God. And yes, I do use the term 'God' even though I'm an 'all logic' person because even I believe that there's so much unknown out there, that only what is 'unknown' decides every aspect of this Universe. Only 'God' decides and only 'God' humbles us by this extreme expanse of the 'creations'. The Muslims were never in fault neither were the Christians nor the Hindus. Not even any other religion which ever will be a part of human history can have any fault. It was just a group of people who infused terror in the minds of people from the very beginning and this will keep happening till the very end. Its a way of life you know. I make this comparison here not because I believe subconsciously that these terms can be compared,  but because I see people mindlessly and heartlessly polluting noble routes which were once mapped by the noblest minds years ago. Yes, with time the routes must change but they'll never falter to lead us to where we want to go. And amidst all this terror and chaos we just have to keep one thing in mind. Religion and terror were never the same and never will be. Don't revolt against religion or even make harsh comments against it, but revolt against terrorism. Revolt against the terrible brutality caused by a human against another human. Revolt against what YOU feel is wrong from the deepest corners of your heart. It's all up to you now. Do what is right. Revolt in your own way but do it right. Don't think of changing the world. Just change someone's mind.
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Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 4:35 AM UTC
TERROR and Religion
Many consider terrorism and religion to be synonymous, consciously or subconsciously...and I don't know exactly why. But religion and terror were never the same and never will be. Religion is a way of life and an assumed path towards the great soul. Terrorism means cutting people off from that very path and the way of life. I don't know much about any region coz' Mr. X never had any religion even though 'I' have one. But whatever I've come to know of religions, I've understood that religion is a beautiful experience in itself and every religion is intensely complex and extremely simple. Its a way of life which has its own faults and own benefits. And when you see from a different perspective altogether, like I do now, you'll see that all religions are one, just like every human on this planet. We're all the same and even our religions have so much in common that we often realise, we have just one common goal. To reach the Supreme. To reach what is unknown through this path of life. Thus according to logic, as we have the same goal, we must unite to reach it. But that's not how it works in this world.  Does it? Maybe its because we have forgotten what Religion is or what we are looking for. We have forgotten God. And yes, I do use the term 'God' even though I'm an 'all logic' person because even I believe that there's so much unknown out there, that only what is 'unknown' decides every aspect of this Universe. Only 'God' decides and only 'God' humbles us by this extreme expanse of the 'creations'. The Muslims were never in fault neither were the Christians nor the Hindus. Not even any other religion which ever will be a part of human history can have any fault. It was just a group of people who infused terror in the minds of people from the very beginning and this will keep happening till the very end. Its a way of life you know. I make this comparison here not because I believe subconsciously that these terms can be compared,  but because I see people mindlessly and heartlessly polluting noble routes which were once mapped by the noblest minds years ago. Yes, with time the routes must change but they'll never falter to lead us to where we want to go. And amidst all this terror and chaos we just have to keep one thing in mind. Religion and terror were never the same and never will be. Don't revolt against religion or even make harsh comments against it, but revolt against terrorism. Revolt against the terrible brutality caused by a human against another human. Revolt against what YOU feel is wrong from the deepest corners of your heart. It's all up to you now. Do what is right. Revolt in your own way but do it right. Don't think of changing the world. Just change someone's mind.
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I'm not one for religion I believe in what I choose I am not one to comment on Christians, Hindus, Jews Put your faith in something It's not my place to say where But, if it doesn't work the first time Don't just leave it there I believe there is a reason But, I still do not know what Things are not determined Make the best of what you've got I can't explain to someone the things I do not know And I hate religion salesmen On TV selling faith there on their show Having faith is something special It's something I can't quite get Many people talked to me But, I don't get it yet I have been to church to listen And see if I find God But, I leave still feeling empty I feel such a silly sod Mary, Joseph, Angels I can put a face to these But it doesn't give me solace I can't drop to my knees The last time that I went there I sat in back beside a lad And when the service finished He was sitting, rather sad He looked at me and questioned Between some sniffles and some sneezes If I could help him understand About the baby cheeses !!
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Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 12:02 PM UTC
Baby Cheeses and Religion
A fatal imbalance occurred Speech slurred We are only capable of using small words And God is the only thing that's pure A foul stench in the air But not even Judas could find a care A paradox bouncing off the snare Deranged and confused but definitely not aware Muslims morphed into Hindus Buddah didn't know what he got himself into ravaged by the dominated Jews The star of david was everyone's tattoo We didn't know what we believed Atheists were the only one's that could see They believed in themselves but not very clearly Religion was the beast and faith was the beauty
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Apr 29, 2012
Apr 29, 2012 at 12:46 AM UTC
When Religion got Drunk
*oh, what glorious things the canadians and americans think of the british, in their set narrative when a tragedy plagues these isles; mainly stressing the british concept of tolerance. well... perhaps the morbid politeness toward muslims, that the hindus didn't get, back in the 1960s? hmm... or the bourgeois media class... with their affectionate portrayal eastern european builders... well... **** me, are all my brethren builders? we all seem to be builders all of a sudden, like that's something to demean people of skill. you know how degenerate english builders are? how unskillful they are, in the roofing trade? my father can show me roofers with 20 years worth of "experience", and the photographs are worth a good long pause, and lament... they were changing the tiles on my roof, and one night, with heavy rain pouring down, water was seeping through my ceiling... scots were known to be the best roofers in the 1990s... replaced by poles.* anyway, talk of graphemes... polish has, in all honesty, four potentials to become graphemes, i don't know how, but they could become unique script elements... alas sz cz rz dz are in their own category, distinct from the category of grapheme... it's almost a shame, the four being digraphs... oh... and you know that there's a trigraph in the english language? you know it, i'm sure... y = why, but no one will tell you that that is a trigraph, even the dictionary won't tell you it's a trigraph, it'll tell you why is either an adverb and exclamation or a noun... but never that it's also a trigraph of what is also a monograph, represented by y... and perhaps, just perhaps, this is just one of those mysteries worth excavating from the tombs of the tetragrammaton, and set against a rosetta stone of the modern era... in what becomes of the hebrew serif י... perhaps, well, only possible in english the trigraph why... encompassed in the monograph that's y; and that's only one h short to complete the equation.
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Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 1:03 PM UTC
graphemes vs. digraphs, trigraphs, monographs
*oh, what glorious things the canadians and americans think of the british, in their set narrative when a tragedy plagues these isles; mainly stressing the british concept of tolerance. well... perhaps the morbid politeness toward muslims, that the hindus didn't get, back in the 1960s? hmm... or the bourgeois media class... with their affectionate portrayal eastern european builders... well... **** me, are all my brethren builders? we all seem to be builders all of a sudden, like that's something to demean people of skill. you know how degenerate english builders are? how unskillful they are, in the roofing trade? my father can show me roofers with 20 years worth of "experience", and the photographs are worth a good long pause, and lament... they were changing the tiles on my roof, and one night, with heavy rain pouring down, water was seeping through my ceiling... scots were known to be the best roofers in the 1990s... replaced by poles.* anyway, talk of graphemes... polish has, in all honesty, four potentials to become graphemes, i don't know how, but they could become unique script elements... alas sz cz rz dz are in their own category, distinct from the category of grapheme... it's almost a shame, the four being digraphs... oh... and you know that there's a trigraph in the english language? you know it, i'm sure... y = why, but no one will tell you that that is a trigraph, even the dictionary won't tell you it's a trigraph, it'll tell you why is either an adverb and exclamation or a noun... but never that it's also a trigraph of what is also a monograph, represented by y... and perhaps, just perhaps, this is just one of those mysteries worth excavating from the tombs of the tetragrammaton, and set against a rosetta stone of the modern era... in what becomes of the hebrew serif י... perhaps, well, only possible in english the trigraph why... encompassed in the monograph that's y; and that's only one h short to complete the equation.
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you "Argue and you Bicker and you Fight; Atheists and Catholics, Jews and Hindus argue day n Night; over What they think is...True. but no one enterTains the thought that: maybe God does not believe in You." -  Bo  Burnham
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Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 8:11 PM UTC
Untitled
Riding home on a stranger's bike... Sweaty n tired after a wonderful hike, Walking home is what I should do... But it's too late... I needed help from you. The smell of soil after heavy rain.. The sound of passing old trolley train.. It's all the same, it never changed, That's ma hometown under Himalayan range. When I took that 15 minute ride.. This road was the most amazing site.. The road sided by tea plant farm, Small or less but it's still a farm Before ma hometown I reach a place, It's a mandir where Hindus prays, It has a roof with no windows and doors, Under that building there is a pond. Two or three counted fishes... Normal fishes but may turn to delicious dishes.. Out of those just one I care... The orange one whose color so rare. It's still the same the fishes n place.. The childhood memory still not replace.. The story of witch and orange fish I care.. Untold myth of heart they share... I heard from ma sister that there lives a witch... Who roams at nite on the mandirs bridge. I don't know if the saying was true, Still gives me goosebumps when I am passing through...
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Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 1:25 PM UTC
It's still the same