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Theology is not for me.

What I believe may not be true
Until I know it has to do.
My personal philosophy
Is based not on theology.

But on ideas I have aquired
thoughts my studies have inspired.
Ideas which aren’t unique to me
Which I have stolen probably.

Adopted would be more correct
Which I continue to collect.
From anywhere and everywhere.
To consider and compare

Eventually I hope to see
All men treated equally

I try to keep an open mind
about the strange things that I find.
That some established churches teach
that human souls must do to reach.

Perfection: Which I can’t accept.
Although I try to show respect.
To the beliefs that others hold.
I don’t believe all I was told.

By people in authority
Who had the task of teaching me.
What they believed quite honestly.
But had no proof to offer me.

I saw no point in argument.
But I withheld my agreement.
Although I listened patiently
It seemed quite obvious to me.

That what they taught made little sense
And silence was my best defence.

Saturday,27 August 2011
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There can only be one absolute truth.

I thought I wrote but only dreamt a poem showing my contempt
For those who claim to know the truth. I realised when but a youth.
They claim divine authority but had no proof to offer me
I can’t believe that any creed can provide the proof I need.
Amongst themselves they can’t agree so they argue perpetually
Nor do they practice what they preach I think the truth’s beyond their reach
I can accept the faith you hold. I would not dare to be so bold
To think I dare to criticise what you believe. I’ve found it wise.
To tolerate whatever creed which seems to satisfy a need?
That can bring great comfort to those followers to whom it’s true
I seek for truth I cannot find; but would it bring me peace of mind
Or would I feel compelled to share the truth with all men every where
I do not think I could achieve a change in what folks now believe.
I will continue with my quest, I am convinced it’s for the best.
The knowledge gained from all I’ve read is safely stored inside my head
For me to ponder quietly. Beliefs peculiar to me
Although I know they may not be true. I think for now they’ll have to do
Until I find fresh evidence which seems to me make good sense
I believe only bodies die. The soul goes on triumphantly
Transmuted to a higher plane before being reborn again
What I believe may not be true what you believe is up to you
We will find out eventually that is a solid certainty.

24/10/2009

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Faith the Facts

Search out all things of good report.
Consider each one carefully,
things are not always as you thought.
As you will find most probably.

What you were taught to be the truth
is very often far from true.
Lessons taught you in your youth
by those you thought knew more than you.

As you mature you learn to see.
They taught you their own biased view
Which you examine critically
And then discard most as untrue.

Your old beliefs grow obsolete.
Examine all the evidence
New facts emerge though incomplete,
you then accept what makes most sense.

What you were taught no longer true.
You can’t rely on faith alone.
Although the clergy urge you to
Because too much remains unknown

Wednesday,25 November 2009
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That's life

Although it took me many years.
I did discover finally
that all my hopes and all my fears
combined together made me, me.

I am the man I am today
because of life experience
There really is no other way you
have to learn in self defence.

You must accept that life’s unfair.
All are not gifted equally
you can observe this everywhere.
But only if you choose to see.

We recognise reluctantly
although we pay lip service to
the idea of equality
It is not and cannot be true.

Fate deals the cards you have to play.
You have no choice but do your best
to move forward- day by day.
To prove your better than the rest.

You grasp each opportunity
To put your talents to good use
but some lack your ability.
What fate decrees they can’t refuse.

All are not gifted equally.
You can’t deny that this is true
if you look at it honestly
and that is all I ask from you.

13-Feb-09
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Past and Present.

The truth is written in the rocks.
The Fossil Record does not lie.
Although it’s true it sometimes shocks.
We must accept new rules apply.
The facts we once believed were true
are proven false by further proof
that’s been unearthed. Something new
which takes us closer to the truth.
The truth is what we seek to find.
Try to take an unbiased view.
Attempt to keep an open mind
It’s something that we have to do.
There are still answers to be found
by accident deep underground.

Tuesday,11 May 2010.
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Unlimited offer

Unlimited offer.

With broken wings no bird can fly,
enjoy the freedom of the sky
But wings can heal and often do.
This is the hope I offer you.
Like broken hearts can be repaired.
As you will find if you’re not scared
then you will find a love that’s true
This is the hope I offer you.
You have a dream and must believe.
If you persist you will achieve
Discard whatever’s stopping you.
This is the hope I offer you
So grasp this chance and hold on tight
and everything will turn out right.

15-Oct-08

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Illogicality

In the beginning was the WORD.
So we are told but not who spoke
Which seems to me to be absurd.
I m forced to treat it as a joke.

No one to speak no one to hear
Which seems to be improbable
and fails to satisfy I fear.
I find it to be impossible

I would prefer a logical
explanation, I can
believe just might be true
But fairy stories will not do.

I’m sceptical, I need proof.
I can’t accept on faith alone
That what we’re taught must be the truth.
I think the truth remains unknown.

I can respect what you believe
I only ask you do the same.
Because I happen to perceive
A different start to the game.

Who was it spoke from whence came he?
Who created the creator.
Was he in fact pure energy?
that sprang from some stars molten core.

I only know I do not know
and I refuse to speculate.
About what happened long ago.
I am content to indicate.

I don’t believe, don’t even try.
I cite the lack of evidence.
The theory seems to fly
Into the face of common sense.

Although I do not claim to be
anything but a simple man
I must reject entirely
The claims of those who say they can.

Teach the truth because they know.
It must remain a mystery
They have no evidence to show
They have divine authority.

I’m sceptical and cynical.
I have a brain that I can use.
I am convinced it’s logical
to be determined to refuse

to accept what I was taught.
By those who know no more than me.
Although my teachers think I ought.
I will rebel instinctively

Friday,20 November 2009

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Sense And Sensitivity

I try to keep an open mind
for things that cannot be defined.
Foreknowledge and telepathy,
anything extra sensory.

Clairvoyance and clairaudience,
which seem to use a different sense
from the five which we all use
It seems we aren’t allowed to choose

Levels of sensitivity.
are distributed randomly.
Although we try we can’t deny
that some unwritten rules apply

That these wild talents do exist
That’s why belief will long exist.
We can’t present proof positive.
All the evidence we can give

is anecdotal at the best
and fails all scientific test
Administered by tight closed minds
absorbed in prejudice which blinds

to any possibility.
Which they can’t touch or taste or see.
Although I do not understand
I cannot dismiss out of hand

Abilities which some possess.
but are reluctant to express.
Because they do not want to be
Subject to foolish mockery

You are convinced it can’t be true
and you refuse to listen to
any opposing argument
Your mind tight closed you are content

to live your life in ignorance
. Ascribing everything to chance
A choice you are entitled to
if you prefer a blinkered view.

Because some things can’t be defined
I much prefer an open mind.
I can accept quite easily
not every body will agree.

There’s so much that we do not know
about the human mind.Although
it seems to be illogical
I think nothing’s impossible.

08/04/2009
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You are Mistaken! !

The arguments range far and wide.
Opinions held stubbornly
will be adhered to by each side
Because we do not want to see.

That we may be wrong possibly.
Brain washed by what we have been taught.
By teachers who most probably
had not expended too much thought.

Passed on the tenets of their creed
for which they had no evidence.
They merely listened and agreed
which shows a lack of competence.

A teacher should be confident
that what he teaches is the truth.
Mere words are insufficient
when you are educating youth.

Challenge all you have been taught.
Although in fact it may be true
Do not accept without much thought.
The currently prevailing view.

Each creed will claim they are correct.
It ‘s human nature so to do
This will not change. I don’t expect
We’ll ever know which one is true.

12/07/2009
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File Clerks Lament.

File clerk’s lament.

I dreamt a dream of pure delight.
Then woke up to reality
I know it was a fantasy.
It satisfied my appetite
for beauty which I rarely see.
Confined to grimy city streets.
My restless spirit was quite free
to travel where it wants to be.
My mind is capable of feats.
Which are denied to my body.
I visit worlds where none compete
and all are treated equally.
Unlike this weary world of woe
that’s all I am allowed to know.

Saturday,21 August 2010
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Free Thinker.

I don’t believe the world we see could happen accidentally.
Considered scientifically the evidence convinces me.
There has to be some master plan, some power which is greater than anything conceived by man. Which I believe because I can
think independently. Refuse to follow slavishly
the ideas which are currently accepted by humanity.
Though different creeds hold different views from a man is free to choose.
I am entitled to refuse. After all what can I lose?
I can accept that I might be completely wrong quite possibly.
But I believe that I am free to reject theology.
Though warring creeds have every right to see it as a sacred rite
Freedom to worship as they choose. I can respect their different views.
That does not mean I must agree. I tolerate quite easily
and all I ask their respect. I ‘m not a fool I don’t expect
they will relinquish bigotry and cease to try to convert me.
I don’t belong to any creed Because I can’t see any need.
I think that god created me and gave me the ability
To use my brain to think things through and that is what I choose to do
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Tuesday,11 May 2010.
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A pinch of Salt

A title does not signify
you are in fact a gentleman.
Aristocrats can cheat and lie
as readily as any man.

alleged degrees don’t guarantee
that you possess intelligence
They can be purchased easily
by those who lack the common sense

To know that titles and degrees
although intended to impress.
Are counterfeit as currencies
which are in fact quite valueless.

You can’t expect to get respect
because you a titled man.
I see no reason to accept
your claim to be a gentleman.

Some people are fooled easily.
Accept your claims at face value
but some are wise enough to see
that what you claim may not be true.

A scholar and a gentleman
is not too hard to recognise.
I’m’ sure you will find that you can.
If you just use your ears and eyes.

Do not be fooled by their pretence.
The claims they cannot verify
Rely upon your common sense
The inner voice you can’t deny.

Why should you show them your respect.
They show but small respect for you.
Its wiser to be circumspect
until they prove their claims are true.

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I lnow I think so I must be for Friend Michael

I think therefore I am; To me
this does not seem at all correct.
I am therefore I think; Would be
much more accurate I suspect.
I do not let it worry me.
Though J.P.Sartre was concerned
I am content to merely be.
That is one lesson I have learned.
Why should I worry needlessly
about the things I do not know.
I have my own philosophy
I just accept it must be so
I can think, therefore I exist.
That is the truth I must insist.

Monday,17 May 2010
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Night thoughts pour M'sieur Savin

Night thoughts

The night is still I sit alone
with just my thoughts for company
I marvel how the years have flown
and view the past regretfully.

On looking back I clearly see.
Decision which I made in haste
were often taken foolishly.
Mistakes which left a bitter taste.

Caused hurt to others needlessly
There is no way to transfer blame
It’s my responsibility.
I was a novice at life’s game.

Is all I offer in defence
Like all young men I knew it all,
which does not lessen my offence.
My conscience insists I recall.

The things I did which I should not
and things I didn’t do I should.
The minor sins I had forgot.
I sit alone in pensive mood.

I am a man no more no less
Not wholly bad or wholly good
A subtle blend of both I guess.
A sudden change of attitude.

I realise I’m not unique,
that every body has regrets.
I find the peace of mind I seek.
My conscience mollified quiets.

The pearly light of early dawn
dispels the darkness easily.
I start the day with hope reborn
forget the night hour’s misery.

I cannot claim to be perfect
Freely acknowledge I am not
nobody is. I must accept
I thought I was when I was not.

27-Nov-08

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Healing Hand for M lady Ernestine

I don’t conduct experiments
to prove established precedents
I try to keep an open mind
to things by science undefined.

I do accept telepathy
and other forms of ESP.
I see no reason to deny
Some may have this ability

Some heal by laying on of hand
a process no one understands
But one that works obviously.
The evidence is plain to see.

To see someone become pain free
when they have been in agony.
Though all the doctors are quite sure
that healers can’t provide a cure.

The patients know that healers do
that’s why the will not listen to
The scientists who cant believe
the cures that healers can achieve.

Sometimes alternate therapies
do work much more efficiently.
Than what the doctors offer you
Both you and I know this true
23-Dec-08

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Rivalry2010

A clear but broken line of white.
Divides the blue sky from the sea.
A crimson sail comes into sight
and draws the waiting watchers eye.

She knows her man is sailing home.
Where she is waiting patiently.
He knows he’ll get a warm welcome.
She hopes to win him from the sea.

His other love his cold mistress.
With whom she battles constantly.
Although at times she feels helpless.
She won’t surrender easily.

She’s sure she’ll win eventually.
Her love is stronger than the sea.

Saturday,21 August 2010
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Do I Lie?

You can’t believe all that you see.
Because it’s on the internet,
does not mean automatically
that it is true. Do not forget
that anyone can claim to be.
A recognised authority.
In their attempts to influence
beliefs held by their audience.
Their version of reality
which they present with clarity
Examined scientifically
by anyone that’s curious
enough to take an interest.
Who wants to put it to the test.
If you are wise you cross refer
with other sources and compare.
To check on their veracity
and you will find quite frequently.
It’s someone’s half baked fantasy.
You have to use your common sense
interpreting the evidence.
It may be true I can’t deny
that is a possibility
but then again it may not be.
Its up to you must decide
Before you can be satisfied
If it is truth or falsity.
I think it’s best to check it out
Discard it if there’s any doubt.
As for myself I’m cynical
I find some claims are comical.
But you can choose what you believe.
My words could be meant to deceive.

27/08/2009
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Dilemma.

Afghanistan where young men die,
protecting us from terrorists
Here normal rules do not apply.
But still the powers that be insist.

They will not change their strategy.
They are convinced they are correct.
Although it’s obvious to see
things do not go as they expect.

Afghanistan has never been
conquered throughout history
The facts can be clearly seen.
There really is no mystery.

The tribal chieftains rule their fiefs
exert supreme authority.
Contrary to western beliefs
There’s little probability

That outside forces will prevail
against Afghani stubbornness.
It seems that we are doomed to fail.
Although we have made some progress

How many more lives must be lost
before we decide to withdraw
Why should our young men bear the cost
of fighting someone else’s war.

Friday,23 July 2010
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One Chapter

One chapter in the book of life
draws to its close; the body dies.
And some will find to their surprise
That their beliefs were based on lies.

False explanations which were rife
Proliferating like spring weeds
in an attempt to meet the needs
of all the different warring creeds

Leading to schisms and to strife
As each instead only they
knew the full truth. So they could say
that their way was the only way.

For man to gain eternal life.
Though they thought they were correct
and taught adherents to accept
That after death they could expect.

Depending, how they’d led their life.
Their due reward or punishment
The lessons taught with good intent
were held to be sufficient.

Although they all believed they knew.
The truth was known to very few
and only those who held the view.
A single lifetime would not do.

For each immortal soul to learn
the needed lessons each in turn
Which would enable them to earn
sufficient merit to return.

From whence they came the final goal
To combine with the oversoul.
Released from any earthly role
just one part of a perfect whole.

1-Nov-08
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Not even a knight bannarette.

Not even a knight bannerette.

Today some wannabees long to be
part of the aristocracy.
So they research their family tree
in search of noble ancestry.
They’re quite prepared to spend their brass
to prove that they are upper class.
I’m sad to say that most; alas
Find ancestors they’d rather pass
Although they hope they rarely find.
The noble blood they have in mind.
But plenty of the common kind.
The family legend’s undermined.
Eventually they realise.
The family legend’s based on lies.

Monday,16 August 2010
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Today might be my lucky day.

Today might be my lucky day.

At auction sales I choose to buy
Odd quirky things that catch my eye.
I do not have a lot to spend
So in the end I must depend.
On buying things which I select
That greedy dealers would reject.
They only buy what the can sell.
From which they hope to profit well.
Attending auctions is my pleasure
Perhaps one day I’ll find a treasure.
Something the dealers left behind.
For amateurs like me to find

To benefit from their mistakes
A little luck is all it takes.

Saturday,03 December 2011
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