Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Fire upon the Worlds view of Religious belief
and you will find no relief.
Only excuses and caveats that justify their rot.
Should you levy an account of this,
beware of the Bee Hives nest.
The reaction to creative thought,
new idea's or imaginative sought,
will bring down upon your head
a hammering of absolute Deadly lead.
In such an attempt to be not unkempt,
rather express just a different view.
This will cost you both life and limb,
no matter what the hymn.
Judgement from the Christian,
will be an Ever-After end.
Should you drop from view,
it will be said, "Oh, you disappeared."
Know these words full well,
for many are dead and buried
with no marker or name,
to show that this is their plot of fame.
Acceptance of such in our History is our shame.
I will carry not this knowledge of such resist that is the persisting point of view.
I will protest the standards or the moralistic reasoning
supporting such behavior.
Ready your Sword!
For the Knight is young,
and the Lady is bored.
Honor will breed the Love we need,
and the call of the Midnight Lore
shall be heard as we soar through the gentle breeze
of Mother Nature's door.
'The End' We see 'The Continue'
a solid Read.
Eternal Innocence a sense of Being,
life is training, Leading.
To practice, for what's in store,
our next door!!
Belief in real, seems a deal,
the liberty to speak,
imprisoned deed, surreal.
Public voices, Journalistic views,
seems to be lying too,
Is it ignorance or quiet noise,
that has hushed the truth,
erasing root for obtuse!!
The numbers sum the total bled,
an equal and divided dread.
The World Red,
Wrath is fed,
Religious 'Wars' are all but dead.
As each corner of a dimensional Sted,
the Earth becomes the One who's blue.
The turf of which,
a country's hearst,
whom will bare the exist,
who will share?
Divided thought, some is bought,
thinking felt, nothing taught.
The Creed of Doctrine,
reacts with strife,
'Our' skies are Plot!!
Suffocation, air is knot,
the poison floats, negativity costs,
more lives are sought,
a Band does land.
Is it due?, Is it die?,
is it trust,
We will bye!!
Albeit scene, the graph is stream,
bullets fear, production mere,
a Day, A Place,
the locale seems steered!!
To stand or speak,
The words become the stance of run,
to merely sum what's been done.
So many, to many,
say to Silence,
your noise will never be,
the scream of a spoken read!!
To open Venue, to sentence Life,
to write a Roar, a poetic Store,
the Riddles roll, completion pulls!!
The measure of courage,
the value equals the pace,
the time or the place,
the Human Race has traits.
I am so concerned with the world's demise,
the spoken lies, the death of lives,
the lack of empathy, I feel for you!!
Why can't we try to understand?,
to feel the pain and know the drum,
to change what's planned,
with a kinder hand,