Religion
Religion
Says humans are born in sin;
Sin is an act;
You can't be born in an act;
You can only be born in a body.
Religion
Places emphasis on 'getting from God'
Rather than one
Who's been bought with a price,
Now belonging to the Divine
To be used without permission.
Religions and sects
Are not Living Branches
Used by Divine intervention;
They are dead sticks
Trying to imitate Divine Life.
Religion
Can cause its members
To perceive those outside of it
To be
Their chosen deity's enemies.
Religion
Is removing individual divinity;
Placing it in opposition
To the individual.
Religion
Has us pretending
We don't want to do the stuff
Other people do.
Religions
Are designed to turn good people
Into bad people,
Not bad people
Into good people.
Religion
Is hijacking the Divine
For purposes of control.
Religion
Is the Behavioral Modification Industry
And a hive facility producer.
Religions
Are the System's way
Of controlling spirituality
And making us pay for it.
Religions
Coax us to the wrong source of truth;
Packaged
And sold for a price
As books and week-end seminars.
Religion
Makes the Creator of billions of galaxies
A tribal god
On one planet in one galaxy.
Religions
Preach the evils of being selfish
But the purpose of the self
Is to be a self;
Not a not-self.
Rich Blood
When I broke the cipher
The universe revealed a smile;
The golems and night birds
And all underworld fabulists
Pulled my focus away,
Like a rotting incisor,
Washing littered thoughts
With phantom glitter
And the gold that fools hold.
The newborn stanza,
Like a motorcade,
Drove arrow-like
The crowds
Into lefts and rights
Both sides
Slinging arms forward
And awaiting the rains
To remunerate.
I withheld my hat,
An insult to eulogia,
For a current of rare wealth
Were blood
That flowed
Through the veins of Being;
The smile of the universe
Were the result
Of the trickling riches.
Robbie
Robbie radiated tension,
Like a microwave oven;
Born in a burning house;
Nearly killed
Nearly one hundred different times;
Does a clumsy little square dance;
Twitching until sundown,
With his two best friends,
Ivory handle Chinese butterfly knives.
Found a place downtown
Where popcorn's stale;
Soft drinks watered down;
He bought himself
A new crown of thorns;
A mourner in training;
Baptized
With a gone-baby-gone death kiss
Crossing out one item at a time
On his own personal bucket list.
Ruling the Hands of Time
"Mount the clock"
She said,
"Upside down."
Twelve will point down;
Six, candle's wick;
Three and nine switched.
My wife is pleased,
Goes back to bed;
Unmaking bed.
Lunch now unmade;
Car unmoved stays ,
Dawn's light colored glow
Goes darker;
Darker blacker;
Right to full black.
Snores put stars back.
