god is . . . not

mysticweed
mysticweed Posts: 3,710
edited December 2011 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
allah is not god, god is not hindu
god is not a chirstian, though jesus was a jew
the face of god looking down
from the ceiling of the sistine
sparking life into the prokaryotic cell that became adam

we began as elements
and evolved our very souls
hell and heaven are but corners of the brain
evil good wrong right completely gone barely sane
it is of no consequence to that other side of legend and lore
either we all will see it
or none of us will go
will we all meet “one glorious day"?
or do we just simply go away?

i do believe that there is more life
in this vast though be it finite universe
i am almost convinced there are trillions of universes
and that they all have life
is our god their god too?
or is there a network of trillions of gods each with their own universe?

either way
the same god made the same world for every fucking one of us
where we begin in it is by the accident of birth
how we live in it daily shows the soul’s true worth
fuck 'em if they can't take a joke

"what a long, strange trip it's been"
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  • tremors
    tremors Posts: 8,051
    You make my head spin, I like it. I wonder too.....
    Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
    Send my credentials to the house of detention

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  • rollings
    rollings unknown Posts: 7,127
    tremors wrote:
    You make my head spin, I like it. I wonder too.....

    I like it too

    along with how much we know, or don't, or how much we could, or perhaps really shouldn't go there, or maybe can't even

    and right, love
    and death
    and what then
    can that really be the end

    the god center in our maze of thoughts and possibilites thinking
    and realizing that we're floating in space and that everyone
    you know
    someday
    will die

    and inhere I quote the Lips, Flaming
  • chadwick
    chadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    thank you for this. and so much fun to dwell in and get lost and explored, startig with self. we must go inward to get outward.

    we can sign a star to us
    a different one each night
    but we can surface in nothing
    because we have not gotten up and tried
    correctly

    as human we have wonderous potential but we ruin it
    we are wrong for the planet in our current blinded existence
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."
    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce

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