"theists" poems
I feel for the children
indoctrinated into religion.
I feel for the kids that can't,
won't question faith.
I feel fortunate I wasn't brainwashed
like that.
I feel my thoughts are my own,
I feel the theists have had that
stolen from them.
but I am intact.
only
when I realise I can't love
a catholic girl with
my everything
and my chest seizes up
when I hear them say grace,
I see I'm not better off
than they are.
in the same way that they have
been tricked to believe in a
celestial monarchy,
and see satan in me
so have I been tricked to see
satan in them.
I hate the church.
I thought I could still love the people.
but you can't hate anything
and still love the people.
I
and we all
have been rendered incapable
of fully accepting the implicit, fundamental unity
that does not name.
our parents didn't do it,
their grandparents didn't do it.
it started forever ago and it's
never going away.
we could of all loved each other
but we ****** up the axiom.
it's the greatest sin of all,
and it's nobody's fault.
Oct 17, 2012
Oct 17, 2012 at 9:22 AM UTC
The Time For Humanity To Mature Has Not & Would Never Come. Read on - be intrigued.
Now that I believe for a long time after I attained the age of 22 years on 23rd December, 2012.
Many of the spiritual literature pieces are just contradictory to themselves, why would HE let the occurence of any trouble then and hold only the other end of a jittery life helping us cross to the other end safe & fine?
If you would excuse this question saying "HE can never be questioned and HE alone is the destructor & the creator," then it's just a desperate excuse which you hold to considering theism as flawless & unquestionable, me & any similar people as psychos, or perhaps losers.
I don't discourage theism nor do I encourage anybody to share similar thoughts as mine, but I myself don't encourage idling over the concept of the special spiritual unseen power. I agree that some phenomena like love, kindness, greed, lust & hatred can't ever just be scientifically explained in total completeness by just citing some natural laws of nature or physics. But then again why do we often indispensably need that imaginary hand above our heads for protection or more than often have to spend money in praise of the imaginary hand above our heads?
Any mention about theists' escapist nature would be countered by their many statements of the following kind:
o Us theists, we don't escape problems, we just gather courage when we have identified a problem in our lives by remembering the imaginary hand above our heads sheltering us from all troubles and then tackle the problem with enough strength.
o Theism does neither lack anything divinity nor does it lack even anything evil, both of them are manmade concepts, the world was created as a perfect place for the existence of human race.
o Instead of just leaving us all alone in this troublesome world, He has sent few of His men and we can blindly follow them to resolve our own specific troubles with solutions ideated around age-old books written by great men and we don't need anybody to question our faith wherever it is.
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 2:17 PM UTC
written while talking to a dear friend, Irene, who i met on my travels to Paris, and who i'm spotted with, in a photograph, by the Moulin Rouge, hunched in homage to Quasimodo, with Paul the wild haired australian.
i'm always depressed before composition
and the first whiskey to
stop me throwing up anything i might
ingest,
but then the seemingly graceless magpie
with its extended tail flies into eyesight,
then the blackbird, the crow, the seagull (huh?!
30 miles inland and a ****** seagull?)...
and then i open my eyes a second time,
take off the eyes that see lust gluttony colours
and shapes, and put on my x-ray spectacles
of looking at a white page and typing for a while...
and then a song crops up and it bothers me,
mortiis' parasite god from the album *the smell
of rain*, if there is such a thing as a parasite god,
we'll be constantly thinking about it,
it will be an ontological implant of ours to
then debate whether we're atheists, theists,
gnostics or agnostics... it would be a burden, indeed
an oversized tapeworm to put it mildly -
but then the other description floating about,
the entitlement of a title, akin to prince, knight,
sir, baron or baroness or even a marquis...
the lord of hosts... and with vain attempt at sounding
in blossom of a magnolia tree attentive of courtesy,
a host is someone who contains a parasite,
why would i want to contain a parasite of thought in
me, that would necessarily sway me from denoting
myself an atheist, theist, etc.?
atheists do indeed uphold the principle stated in this
song i mentioned mortiis' parasite god;
i among the jews a parasite of the host of
ancient egypt;
i mean, they always say they're atheists or whatever,
they want that little sticker at a speed dating gathering
*hello, my name is, queue (oh sorry,
Hugh)*, but when it comes to
defining what sort of thinking defines you as such and
such, it's vaguely satisfying to hear a presupposition label,
followed by a string of even more unsatisfying propositions,
and since i'm not a fisherman in that department,
i think i'll just stick to what i know, or at least what i think i know.
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 1:46 PM UTC
*philosophy: and yes, we all believed in the insane asylum in the first place... at least the theists are suicidal... the atheists are hanging-on, mundane boors... listening to atheists is like listening to someone trying to erradicate the thesaurus... like someone trying to sharpen a staff... atheism is case of: stoppage of synonyms... because no philosophy book i've read invokes grammatical words, i.e. nouns, verbs... no argument in this direction is cool... the *** knows Tai Chi... i'm just waiting for a ******* to say it's Chinese!*
and beyond the counter to worship,
the atheistic argument
is bound to a lot of talk and thought...
when atheism does do much away with
prayer...
then secularism does...
let's just say: acknowledge the idiot...
either pray... or think or talk
and subsequently acknowledge
that sort of ultimatum...
i can't agree on either pathos...
pray... or talk...
find enough Goebbels, and you'll
find enough like-minded manifestos
of Englishmen...
and esp. Jews attired as
such... cos you weren't gangraped enough.
if you were a friend of a friend... and a friend that
said: biology... via the pharaoh's gambit...
you still wouldn't
consecrate their friendship over a steak,
but you would.
atheists don't have an argument,
they still abide to arguing his existence,
by thinking about him, or talking about him,
prayer seems the most lazy escapism
to the caged compensated comparison,
given we're all caged...
and escapist... and bound to escapism...
you construct the pyramids!
you do!
a bunch of quasi intellectuals!
plainly stated: brick on brick!
you lay it down: down to: a word on word!
i can have an argument...
but i can't be even bothered to keep it...
it just gets boring after a while,
and given that i'm not keeping the argument
for a way to shove food down my mouth...
i just think atheism exists because
we have transcended so many natural obstacles...
personally? i'd rather hear a tsunami quake
than hear an atheist talk...
and that's because so few of us will have
the actual argument in this stratosphere...
since most of us will probably rather the thrill
of a tornado... than a **** on our daily commute...
even the Frankenstein monster will be more
attractive in experience than the roudabout of an atheist...
women are least likely to champion atheism...
might be a quest for feeling...
with all the pathology...
rather than that other quest for feeling:
apathy...
and that's really, truly, manly.
can we simply prescribe one label: i think?
no... evidently we need many more labels.
Jan 13, 2017
Jan 13, 2017 at 11:46 PM UTC
Attacked!
Unattached!!
Unabated, unabashed!!!
The thirsty ocean
In hasty motion
Of nasty commotion
At a ghastly velocity
And unbridled ferocity
An uncalled Sandy,
The tempest so called
Of the titanic tide
With its swirling hydraulic eye
Literally stormed frantic Atlantic shores
And trampled lock stock n’ barrel
Swamped from castles to cattle
Uprooted deep rooted trees
Wreaked pell-mell hell on people
Leaving wrecks and rags
Do we call it lunatic fringe of nature?
Or divine design?
If so, punished whom for whose sin?
Theists or atheists may squabble.
All it needs is to heal
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 6:24 PM UTC
Attacked!
Unattached!!
Unabated, unabashed!!!
The thirsty ocean
In hasty motion
Of nasty commotion
At a ghastly velocity
And unbridled ferocity
An uncalled Sandy,
The Tempest so called
Of the titanic tide
With its swirling hydraulic eye
Literally stormed frantic Atlantic shores
And trampled lock stock n’ barrel
Swamped from castles to cattle
Uprooted deep rooted trees
Wreaked pell-mell hell on people
Leaving wrecks and rags
Do we call it lunatic fringe of nature?
Or divine design?
If so, vengence on whom for whose sin?
Theists or atheists may squabble.
All it needs is to heal
And put life back on its wheels
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 11:08 AM UTC
Attacked!
Unattached!!
Unabated, unabashed!!!
The thirsty ocean
In hasty motion
Of nasty commotion
At a ghastly velocity
And unbridled ferocity
An uncalled Sandy,
The tempest so called
Of the titanic tide
With its swirling hydraulic eye
Literally stormed frantic Atlantic shores
And trampled lock stock n’ barrel
Swamped from castles to cattle
Uprooted deep rooted trees
Wreaked pell-mell hell on people
Leaving wrecks and rags
Do we call it lunatic fringe of nature?
Or divine design?
If so, punished whom for whose sin?
Theists or atheists may squabble.
All it needs is to heal
And put life back on its wheels
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 12:15 PM UTC
"If we meet no gods it is because we harbor none"
And I thought by now I would have garnered one
And how convenient it is to have a god
So in my groups I wouldn't be so odd
An atheist among theists is just as alone
As a peasant being given a throne
Ostracized by the nobles, yet above them
Given the duty to rule and to love them
Once I am done giving egregious groans
I can start standing straight these stones
If my heart cracked open and spilled around
It would drown a town in coffee grounds
And once we rummage through its rubble
No gods would burst from my bubble
No god inside nor without
Only solitude and doubt
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 12:00 PM UTC
Dance with the devil with
two chicken feet,
spilled beans
pills reeking of sin,
braided veins, clenching fists,
the Lord is my shepherd when
I'm the sheep,
manifesting brethren and manifestos
of governments,
depopulation of educated slaves,
drink from the cup that
defines your worth,
***** lips, thoughts in braille,
diabetic oldies and cabbages,
dead fetuses and tomatoes,
manhood and eggplants,
sterile women eating omelets,
abandoned kids eating goat meat,
buried underneath slubs,
subscribe to the notifications
of corrupted media,
mutating phobias, the feared is
the victim.
Poets and marijuana,
writers' block and emotionless poems,
******** eating molds,
fungus and bacteria foams.
Hide righteousness in a cloak,
dangling nerves have strangled
our generation!!!
Club Controller;
Boom bap,
*** shaking,
wombs filled with ghosts of babies,
Ovaries now main ingredients for corporate omelets.
Adam and Eve,
the dominant and the submissive,
Bitten forbidden fruit on Apple logos.
Artificial intelligence,
human negligence,
mummified peasants,
death is proud of its workspace.
Institutions judging
black ops as being too rebellious for success,
stores selling tumours
and diabetes symptoms.
Atheists and theists fighting in poetry pieces.
Innocent citizens dodging bullets whilst diving into graves,
mortuary polluted with the smell of corpses with gunpowder in small spaces.
Free our souls,
stop polishing the chains that shackle us,
remove handcuffs that have extended to our throats whilst we dangle from Amarula branches.
Deceived intellectuals,
searching for Nirvana in cannabis trips,
mocking poetry,
seeing Shakespeare as a founding father.
Deception poeticized,
corruption politicized!
The truth is my artery,
wisdom is my capillary,
poetry is the hidden mos code in my fingerprints.
Poetry is the stem to
ascend truth into the human language,
use it for no social
media whilst
marketing for likes!!!
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 6:16 AM UTC