poems

LIFLIFE IS NOT EQUAL

What about the baby then?

Her little deformed back

And that was all due to her mother's small amount of crack addiction.

What about the infant whose laughing is gradually fading?

Who is to bear the faults of others?

sadly was born with AIDS.

And what about the little girl who experienced such maltreatment?

And nobody appeared to care. There is just no justification.

What about the child who was fatherless?

His therapist is baffled by

Why is he constantly angry?

What about the housewife, then?

Betrayed and unloved, with no feeling of value or purpose

has long since vanished

And what about the victims of hatred or violence who never fully recovered but continue to suffer?

What about the hungry?

There are people on the planet who have been in poverty since they were born.

It's such an easy solution.

To simply assert that "life's not fair" is meaningless when contemplating the pain of those who do not pray

If there is really no savior, life is so miserable.

For, oh, billions of them

perhaps not for you

If there is indeed no rescuer

They are only left to manage, and what makes their agony even worse is that they have no hope.

They feel hopeless and brokenhearted.

Enough to make you cry because, in the absence of a rescuer, people will inevitably perish (NAKED INTOLERANCE)

Imagining my shame

when I suddenly became aware of dysfunction and confusion

My stupidity was exposed

like my teachers instructed me

God and that church were silly.

faith in the afterlife

Was there something eerily spooky?

There is no truth, they told me.

There is no future salvation.

Introducing a Creator

Just caused raucous laughing

Why then should they judge me?

If I don't feel the pain

Of individuals who experience difficulty

lacking optimism for the future

since both animals and people

exactly the same, I discovered

Don't attempt to explain to me, then.

I should be worried about this

My short existence, they claim

is without any design.

And neither hell nor heaven exist.

or any type of hope

They had nevertheless also instructed me.

To challenge what I hear

independence in reasoning

Being fearless and brave

So I did exactly that.

Considering they wouldn't condemn

They wished for me to inquire

Though not to query them

But they were unable to respond.

A query that baffled me

Inquiring as to where the sky terminates,

Their babbling made me laugh.

It appears as though the heavens

are limitless and endless

denying everlasting things

is uninformed and without basis

They rejected me because I believed

and reprimanded my loyalty

considering there could be anything

Beyond their fictitious idea

Their bias disgusted me

Stupid or merely deceptive

They displayed such blatant contempt.

intolerance for those who believe — WHY ISN'T GOD LISTENING?

When I'd experience difficulties

I'll explain what I would do.

I'd begin practicing religion

In an effort to succeed

But occasionally, Jesus the genie

wouldn't grant my request

I arrived to this conclusion.

He most likely didn't exist.

But to be fair and truthful

I paused to consider it.

Could anything be missing?

In what I believed to be true?

Oh, I had faith in Jesus.

Whatever that may imply

to abide by His teachings

I didn't really want it.

I did not put in any effort.

learning to discern His voice

Or obey His requests by humming.

Each and every decision

I identified as a Christian.

I certify it's religious

nonetheless, if I loved Jesus.

Would make me a little uneasy

Oh yes, I attended church.

as well-educated folks do

I walked with Jesus, so to speak

Would be somewhat false

I occasionally read the Bible.

Prior to going to sleep

I never truly worked out.

The statements spoken by Jesus

Naturally, I asked Him a lot.

To repair the things I damaged

Unless I could avoid Him.

Like a lot of people,

I would strut when things were going well.

The full credit was mine.

But when I ran across issues

I'd always put God to blame.

And yet, how could I condemn Jesus?

For conflict or turmoil

When I hadn't questioned Him

Please manage my life

I had no basis for blaming Him.

I granted Him no authority.

to fulfill my wishes exactly

was basically my aim.

Disregard for the Creator

seemed horribly unjust.

If I ever ran into an issue

I prayed in a hurry.

I wasn't entitled to look for

Be prepared, then

That He should obey my commands

After I refused His offer

E IS NOT EQUAL

What about the baby then?

Her little deformed back

And that was all due to her mother's small amount of crack addiction.

What about the infant whose laughing is gradually fading?

Who is to bear the faults of others?

sadly was born with AIDS.

And what about the little girl who experienced such maltreatment?

And nobody appeared to care. There is just no justification.

What about the child who was fatherless?

His therapist is baffled by

Why is he constantly angry?

What about the housewife, then?

Betrayed and unloved, with no feeling of value or purpose

has long since vanished

And what about the victims of hatred or violence who never fully recovered but continue to suffer?

What about the hungry?

There are people on the planet who have been in poverty since they were born.

It's such an easy solution.

To simply assert that "life's not fair" is meaningless when contemplating the pain of those who do not pray

If there is really no savior, life is so miserable.

For, oh, billions of them

perhaps not for you

If there is indeed no rescuer

They are only left to manage, and what makes their agony even worse is that they have no hope.

They feel hopeless and brokenhearted.

Enough to make you cry because, in the absence of a rescuer, people will inevitably perish (NAKED INTOLERANCE)

Imagining my shame

when I suddenly became aware of dysfunction and confusion

My stupidity was exposed

like my teachers instructed me

God and that church were silly.

faith in the afterlife

Was there something eerily spooky?

There is no truth, they told me.

There is no future salvation.

Introducing a Creator

Just caused raucous laughing

Why then should they judge me?

If I don't feel the pain

Of individuals who experience difficulty

lacking optimism for the future

since both animals and people

exactly the same, I discovered

Don't attempt to explain to me, then.

I should be worried about this

My short existence, they claim

is without any design.

And neither hell nor heaven exist.

or any type of hope

They had nevertheless also instructed me.

To challenge what I hear

independence in reasoning

Being fearless and brave

So I did exactly that.

Considering they wouldn't condemn

They wished for me to inquire

Though not to query them

But they were unable to respond.

A query that baffled me

Inquiring as to where the sky terminates,

Their babbling made me laugh.

It appears as though the heavens

are limitless and endless

denying everlasting things

is uninformed and without basis

They rejected me because I believed

and reprimanded my loyalty

considering there could be anything

Beyond their fictitious idea

Their bias disgusted me

Stupid or merely deceptive

They displayed such blatant contempt.

intolerance for those who believe — WHY ISN'T GOD LISTENING?

When I'd experience difficulties

I'll explain what I would do.

I'd begin practicing religion

In an effort to succeed

But occasionally, Jesus the genie

wouldn't grant my request

I arrived to this conclusion.

He most likely didn't exist.

But to be fair and truthful

I paused to consider it.

Could anything be missing?

In what I believed to be true?

Oh, I had faith in Jesus.

Whatever that may imply

to abide by His teachings

I didn't really want it.

I did not put in any effort.

learning to discern His voice

Or obey His requests by humming.

Each and every decision

I identified as a Christian.

I certify it's religious

nonetheless, if I loved Jesus.

Would make me a little uneasy

Oh yes, I attended church.

as well-educated folks do

I walked with Jesus, so to speak

Would be somewhat false

I occasionally read the Bible.

Prior to going to sleep

I never truly worked out.

The statements spoken by Jesus

Naturally, I asked Him a lot.

To repair the things I damaged

Unless I could avoid Him.

Like a lot of people,

I would strut when things were going well.

The full credit was mine.

But when I ran across issues

I'd always put God to blame.

And yet, how could I condemn Jesus?

For conflict or turmoil

When I hadn't questioned Him

Please manage my life

I had no basis for blaming Him.

I granted Him no authority.

to fulfill my wishes exactly

was basically my aim.

Disregard for the Creator

seemed horribly unjust.

If I ever ran into an issue

I prayed in a hurry.

I wasn't entitled to look for

Be prepared, then

That He should obey my commands

After I refused His offer