I don’t believe in ancient fairytales,
So, god is just some made up fable.
My five senses haven’t sensed
And I personally haven’t experimented!
But when the promise long foretold at last came to pass
God Himself, didn’t take a staff, or cloak.
Even the darkened soot mud walls
Seem to cower and hide, lest one notices
That they witnessed the fire, that pieces
Of history reside in their crevices
Is black dark grey and white a lighter black?
Is killing 10 people same as 5 million lives,
Or is starving an infant in a death camp
The same as denying a meal to a migrant?
Is failing to save the planet, the same as
Failing to save your neighbor’s house from flames?
“Don’t be afraid, for I am with you….”
Whispers floating to my cowering ears
To persuade me to cast away the fears
That gang up to jail-bar my attention.
The electrons rush down their path, Reacting to my finger pressure on buttons. It’s all by chance. I hit the … More
I’ve been told that a crappy chair
Is the proof of the absence of a carpenter,
But did the chair just spawn itself or
Or was it just a crappy street corner carpenter?
Nature just opened its eyes to smile on the eternity
Of me, the sun, the rain, the clouds, the wind, the birds,
How does God punish our wrongdoings? Exactly like this:
Yesterday, it all seemed clear: backpack stuffed,
Maps marked and ready, dreams clear and steady
Like a tight line stunt.