Friday, June 15, 2012

I Believe In A Coffee Cup. It Is A Religious Experience To Me



Death comes without an invitation.
No Note-card arrives for review or approval.

The date is set upon arrival,
know input, "Did you rival?"

To do what you must.
To succeed and accomplish each & every task,
takes "Mastery of Craft," not just class.

Attention to detail is required.
Being a Liar is not admired.
Laziness is retired.

Return you will,
to times of "Ill."
Regardless of your mess, it's called,
"Due process."

Deeds of Life were drawn,
Contracts to prove you're gone,
were signed and sealed,
with every deal.

Sin was an "At Will," wheel.

You turned.
Do not say, "When" or to ask, "Where"
this will only enhance your End.

"I almost wish I was there!"

Death Court that is,
if interested in "Where."

I have a fascination with it,
how flip-it you are with what creates those hard-core scars.

For failure of such a chore
is met with permanence and much more.

FLAIR! Should I dare to say,
"It does mark the way."

Death will say,
"Come here to stay, I'll escort you the entire way."

Believe what you wish.
Shout what you must
and when you realize that you are Mute,
you will know with certainty you've been dupped.

Looped and Ashamed,
you have no ready claim.
And in a speedy exchange
 you will wish for that Hot cup of coffee.

Lame or Stable,
I am only able,
 to give you something, it is not much, but it may touch.

A suggestion at best.
"I hope you never rest."
Just a personal thing, I accept owing.

A hot cup of coffee would make more sense
than a prayer to a being that you've never seen.

To expect that a god should come to your Wake,
when you neither announce or denounce the existence of:  "Shake."

Attending Mass would have been good.
At least, I think that you probably should,
practice the Religion that you preach with precision.

Pointing your fingers at what you call sinners.

To stand at your end,
without doing yourself in,

Shouting your plead,
makes as much sense,
as having no need.

 Some advice you can "SEE."

Just imagine, what it is at the
"Top of this Post"
and maybe:

You can redeem and have that chance just to be; Free!


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My Coffee Cup Theory


I know that in this World today we see what is. Some of us run, some of us hide, some change their names and some disappear.

Try not to despair or judge with the Centuries that have passed or assume that through old belief's they will repair this rift in the Air.  Even "Time" has changed it's mind.  And Ancients seem "No where." Guidance for such deliverance of knowledge that comes from a different means, is not readily received by anyone, anywhere, if you know what I mean.

I am not a Man, nor would I ever want such responsibility to fall upon me, in any life chosen for me. One day I will be free of what has become so taxing to me and for me.  I have had to grow-up or advance in my years from a child-hood view, so, I would be afforded the opportunity to watch, listen and experience all that is new and seemed so strange.  So many arguments over which religion and how that or any other for that matter, practiced it's faith.  It became so confusing, I quit the entire religious belief to know that it was not worth the Wars that it was most obviously causing here on our own homefront, least of all the Wars it has already caused on every other bit of land on this God Forsaken Earth.

My original idea to do or accept Death and/or Life was presented. I watched and learned alone so that I could gain my own opinion of what I thought was "Right or Wrong," and "Good or Evil," "Religious or not," etc. I discovered so many inconsistencies amongst all that I witnessed, I decided I must only be able to find comfort in what is considered spiritual by nobody but me.  I found my solace in a coffee cup.

It is real.  It is always there. Of course I must wash it with soap and water, should it need a good cleaning,  And if it breaks I can go anywhere in the World and purchase a new one or old one.  The best part about my "Coffee Cup Theory" is that a coffee cup can hold all sorts of things other than coffee.   Hot or cold, even if they are chipped up a bit, they do the job they were meant to do, serve and they keep time too.  So, really, in essence, if treated with care and concern, a "Coffee Cup" can last a lifetime or even longer if necessary.  Just go to your local Thrift Store or Estate Sale and you will see what I speaking of.

Best of all, should you die and belief becomes waning because you cannot see the very thing you sunk all your hope in, you can always take a deep breath, after you take that long sigh and ask, "May I have that cup of coffee now.  I know exactly where I left my coffee cup, it's at home."  Death will answer and lacking anything better or good to say, I can tell you, "You will be on your way, coffee cup in hand or knot."  Should you not be able to pick your coffee cup up with the physical hand that you know it with, than, you shall know that a new and different dimension speaks.

I wish for you my best. However changes are necessary, and, unrest seems to be what will plague the indifference that is happening in each and every place today. There is no belief in anything anymore that brings peace to the land, or to the minds of Men.

I believe, we have lost sight of innocence as a way to fight what is wrong. All in an effort to make it right.

2 comments:

Coffee Service Portland said...

Nice literary works over a cup of coffee:-)

Anonymous said...

hi karen. I am a 57 year old woman who has only in the past 3 years realized that it was not my fault that my older brother raped little children, that it was not my fault that my son has severe brain damage, that it was not my evilness putting on an act of goodness that compels me to feed homeless people and compulsively defending everyone i meet. it was not an act of evilness to refuse to be a part of my FOOs plan to torture my dad[who was also a MN but also was a sick dying terrified old man] on his deathbed. it was not an act of evilness to say ENOUGH when my FOO decided that they needed to totally destroy my life to get revenge on me for attempting to stop their torture of my dying dad. I am sorry. I am so overwhelmed that I am having difficulty getting it all out. I have advanced breast cancer. not one of them has even said "Vicki, I'm sorry you have breast cancer." I have only heard that they are glad that i am getting what i deserve for being the "family betrayer."
Please respond. I feel so horribly alone.