Total Denial.
If the Messiah came again.
He would be certified insane.
Society could not possibly
allow him to preach and teach freely
I have no doubt he’d be confined
Because the powers that be would find.
That what he taught was dangerous
To every single one of us.
The rulers of the church and state
are not prepared to tolerate.
Any change to existing rules
which for years they’ve used as tools
To maintain the Status Quo
They do not want us all to know
They lack divine authority
They are not what they claim to be.
The guardians of morality
and keepers of the mystery.
They know the truth would set us free.
Of course they could not possibly.
Accept the fact that he might be
the ultimate authority.
They would decree that he must be
kept in protective custody.
No need for crucifixion.
Their method is a kinder one.
Keep him sedated constantly
which would work as effectively.
With no adverse publicity
Just dealt with bureaucratically.
We cannot say with certainty
The messiah is not presently.
Held in some institution
quite unknown to anyone.
Except perhaps the powers that be
Who act unjustly secretly.
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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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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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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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Poetpower
Poetpower
Poets are a necessity
as every thinking person knows.
The conscience of society.
Who else but poets dare to pose.
Hard questions to the powers that be
which they could answer if they chose.
Instead of imposed secrecy.
Which gives us reason to suppose.
That they have something to conceal.
So we suspect dishonesty.
Our probing questions will reveal
it’s mainly inefficiency.
Which does not alter how we feel.
If the admitted openly
The problems which they now conceal
We’d listen sympathetically.
Instead of treating us like fools.
Who have no right or need to know
They hide behind their book of rules
try to maintain the status quo
We poets use our words as tools
to prove to them it isn’t so
for public tolerance soon cools.
A truth they do not seem to know.
01/05/2009
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The Mystery Remains story poem
By my lanthorn dimly burning.
I have trouble in discerning
the faint words scrawled upon the page
By the hand of a long dead sage.
What I study is forbidden
a secret I must keep hidden.
I dare not study it by day
and that is why I hide away.
In the dark hours of the night.
I study by a lanthorns light.
Lest the priesthood should suspect.
For they would kill me to protect
from what they see as wizardry
although it’s only chemistry.
The shaveling priests of Mother Church
have full authority to search.
As and when and where they choose
.a power open to abuse
And they abuse it readily
in their search for men like me.
Men who defy authority,
pursue their studies secretly.
The church pretends to safeguard souls
but aims to keep in place controls.
Which keep the people ignorant
so that they will accept the cant.
The falsehoods and hypocrisy
of the priests more easily.
The common man must never know.
Because the church will have it so.
That education is the key
to knowledge which will set them free.
From religious domination.
To me a foul abomination.
The Holy Book from which they preach
written in a language will do not teach
To any but the favoured few
Who think the same way that they do.
Which will maintain the Status Quo
beneath the piety they show.
I am convinced that in due course
The population will enforce
the will of the majority
And strip them of authority.
Award all men the liberty
to study what they want to openly.
I know too well if I am caught
my labours will have been for naught
Though I must study secretly
I hide my records carefully.
Perhaps one day someone will find
the writings which I leave behind.
I was betrayed so I must die
but I will die with head held high.
Accused of practising magic
they’ll burn me as a heretic.
The papers I hid secretly
lie waiting for discovery.
By some scholar of a future time
When learning is not seen as crime.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.
I found this manuscript by chance
and thought it worth a second glance.
My hobby is church history.
I can’t resist a mystery.
Although the parchment was fragile
and written in an archaic style.
Some parts of it I could translate
sufficient to appreciate..
This document deserved to be
translated more efficiently.
By someone who could understand
old manuscripts written by hand.
So I enlisted expert aid.
A scholar of the highest grade
from Oxford university
to solve the mystery for me.
It caught the scholar’s interest
and easily passed every test.
To prove it was no forgery.
Which was of little help to me.
Although the scholar could translate
there was no way that he could state.
The dead authors identity
which must remain a mystery.
A fact which disappointed me.
Alhough I gladly paid his fee.
I would much rather that I knew
who we could ascribe it to.
I must accept we’ll never know
who wrote these word so long ago.
Because he failed to sign his name.
He is denied his well earned fame.
His careful notes on alchemy
though hidden from his enemy.
Have formed the basis of research
which can’t be repressed by the church.
As it was in the distant past
before the people over cast
the dead hand of the Holy See
and achieved their liberty
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Sunday morning Pests.
Two thousand years or so ago.
Three criminals were crucified.
And yet today we claim we know
One was the son of God and died.
We cannot prove that this true
there’s very little evidence.
But we are still expected to
give these stories full credence.
By word of mouth they were passed down.
Translated from old Aramaic.
They came from sources now unknown
Could they free from all mistake.
When they written finally
Although no doubt with good intent
Were they translated properly
or were they changed by accident.
By accident or purposely.
Perhaps a mixture of the two
To claim divine authority.
To me it simply will not do.
To tell me that I must believe.
What may or may not be true.
Is something which you won’t achieve.
There’s very little you can do.
I can’t accept on faith alone.
Until you can prove the things you teach.
are truths that stand up on their own.
Consider me beyond your reach.
Christianity could very easily
have flourished for a while and died.
It owes its popularity.
To information men supplied.
Who had some private axe to grind
Men who stood to benefit.
Perhaps you think I am unkind
that I can’t prove a word of it
I can’t deny that it is so
I don’t expect you to agree.
But I believe you do not know
The whole truth any more than me.
I can respect what that you believe
I do not find it difficult
But I’m not willing to receive
Indoctrination by some cult.
So please don’t knock upon my door
Attempting to convert me to your view
Because I’ve heard it all before
and I’ve got better things to do.
Than listen to the likes of you.
02/09/2009
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History In The Making
The time has come to change the rules.
The powers that be think we are fools
Though they will find to their dismay.
It isn’t true and they will pay
The penalties long overdue.
The people have the power to
demand and to enforce.
A change to the existing laws.
Which seem to be designed to
Benefit only the rich few
Who think they are above the law
They see themselves as superior..
The peoples will is paramount
and we will call you to account.
Exposing your dishonesty
Publically for all to see.
The boot is on the other foot.
We will divest you of your loot.
Ill gotten gains you have amassed.
Your unfair rule will be overcast.
Look round the world and you will see
A demand for democracy.
The people’s voice must be obeyed
The peoples will can’t be gainsaid.
The fat cats and the bankers must
Recognise they have to adjust.
The way they think and how they act.
Accept as an established fact.
The winds of change have reached gale force.
The time has come for a change of course.
You’ve had your own way far too long
It’s time to sing a different song.
The once silent majority.
Have spoken with authority.
You can’t ignore the peoples will
But if you try you will foot the bill.
Rebellion is in the air.
With people rising everywhere.
You can’t afford to make mistakes
A single spark is all it takes.
Thursday,27 October 2011
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Blind faith is not enough.
When I survey the sacred texts
and holy books of warring sects.
I must conclude they have been changed
edited and rearranged.
So that the truth they once contained
has been lost or so constrained
Although they claim to be the truth
there’s insufficient proof.
To say that this or that is true.
However much we may want to.
Some facts are true but well concealed
By churches who refuse to yield.
To share what knowledge they possess.
The truth it seems matters far less
than maintaining the status quo.
They are afraid and rightly so.
If it were proved they had repressed
the truth in their own interest,
to bolster their authority.
They’d lose all credibility.
The myths and legends may be true
I don’t believe, though some may do.
The powers that be still conceal
the evidence that could reveal.
The records have been tampered with.
What we are taught is mainly myth,
which has been altered frequently.
To suit the reigning powers that be.
To consolidate their control
Retaining power their only goal.
To dominate their fellow men
They twist the truth time and again..
Some few achieve epiphany.
They see with crystal clarity.
That God resides within us all
and he will answer if we call.
What need have we of clergymen
and their views of hell and heaven.
For answers you must look inside
To find the truth they seek to hide.
Sunday,20 June 2010
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A Cushy Billet.
Lunatic sonnet.
Psychiatrists have labelled me,
In doing so have set me free
From all responsibility.
I need not worry any more.
All of my needs are catered for.
I laugh until my sides are sore.
Although they keep me close confined.
To tell the truth I do not mind.
I left my troubles all behind.
When I was certified insane
I lose much less than what I gain.
I need not ever work again.
I live in idle luxury
My every want provided free.
Monday,15 August 2011
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Divine protection?
Although we try, we can’t define the attributes of the divine
So most of us choose to accept what we are told; someone’s concept.
Is God a he? Is god a she, perhaps both simultaneously
Did God create the universe? Is curiosity our curse?
Is it right that we should fear god? I find this idea rather odd
It does not seem appropriate to live in fear the normal state.
Maybe God is a neutral source of power we can tap into
Though we are free to choose our course. Responsible for what we do
I do not know what I believe and I refuse to speculate
There’s nothing guessing will achieve I will not learn if I but wait.
Perchance we are collectively all tiny parts of one great whole
And will attain divinity, when we rejoin the over soul.
A theory you may reject and many will I must expect
alhough I say in its defence you must weigh up the evidence.
Consider what you have been taught, cast doubt on its validity
It may not be as you had thought, an absolute, a certainty.
The truth is that nobody knows. Because we aren’t intended to.
If we were wise we’d recognise some things are hidden from our eyes.
Because we could not comprehend the nature of divinity.
To suffering humanity God must remain a mystery.
17/06/2009
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Flying Blind
You must conform or when you die
you may not enter paradise
I won’t conform I’ll tell you why.
I don’t believe the blatant lies
of priests who claim to speak for God.
Each claim their way’s the only way.
In fact I find it very odd
that they believe or so they say.
In tolerance and charity
which all of them profess to teach
To me it is hypocrisy
not to practice that which you preach
But sadly there some who will
although they are forbidden to.
Set out determinedly to kill
all those who hold a different view.
I do not claim to speak for god
nor do I claim to speak for you.
Though you may find my beliefs odd
in my view you’re entitled to.
I will not try to convert you
or force you to accept my view
Because my friend I’m flying blind
like every last one of you.
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Mutual antipathy.
Mutual antipathy
monotetra
I cannot say with certainty
that I am right though I might be.
You have the right to disagree.
I will consider carefully
the reasons that you offer me.
As to why you can’t agree.
I think that very possibly
there’s little possibility
That you will ever agree with me
You can’t admit that I might be
correct. Because you dislike me.
You are not thinking logically
I cannot claim with honesty
that I am quite prejudice free.
I don’t like you, you don’t like me.
At least on that we can agree.
Sunday,01 August 2010
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The ever watchin eye.
Be careful what you choose to do
C.C.T, V is watching you.
If you’re caught short and need to pee
You can be certain you will be
recorded by C.C.T.V.
A matter of security
I’m not too sure that I agree
I’m sure that it was meant to be
But have to say it seems to me.
Invasion of our privacy
Though placed on private property
they are positioned so they see.
Where people have a right to be.
Recording automatically
whatever happens secretly.
That’s not the way things used to be
nor am I sure things ought to be.
Favoured by the powers that be
The ultimate authority
C.C.T.V has come to be
Accepted though reluctantly.
That is the harsh reality
We must live with apparently.
Please take this warning seriously
Remember that C.C.T.V
Is watching and watching me.
Because they’re placed strategically
they can’t be seen too easily.
You might well think you are quite free
from scrutiny by C.C.T.V.
It is a possibility
in isolated property
In city streets a rarity.
It’s seen as a necessity
which will safeguard your property
Although sometimes it saddens me
The advent of C.C.T.V
Has changed the world permanently.
Progress does not come for free
We have no choice but pay the fee..
Monday,29 August 2011
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Personal Preference
Prudence acted prudently.
She valued her virginity,
Unlike her fellow student Pearl
who chose to be a party girl.
Prudence was prepared to wait
until she changed her single state
She much preferred matrimony
Although her friend did not agree.
Pearl was convinced life should be fun
Had no regrets for what she’d done
In fact believed her way of life
would make her a much better wife.
When she was ready to get wed.
At least when asked that’s what she said.
Which one was right I do not know
that’s something only time will show.
Prudence chose to remain chaste.
Pearl thought celibacy a waste.
Both could be right quite possibly
What right have I to disagree.
12/07/2009
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I refuse to be a clone.
From birth to death it seems to me.
That we are never truly free.
To be what we would like to be.
We are expected to conform
to what’s accepted as the norm.
Dictated by society.
WE go to school where we are taught.
To memorise the things we ought.
But no one spares a single thought.
About what we would like to be.
They do not care apparently.
We can’t escape too firmly caught.
Though some of us a very few.
Rebel and we refuse to do
What the system wants us to.
But most accept the status quo.
Because they aren’t allowed to know.
That they are entitled to pursue.
Their cherished dreams in their own way
and no one has the right to say.
That they cannot but they will pay.
The price for their rebellion
against the states opinion.
But some. still do it anyway.
I’m happy to defy the state
and take control of my own fate.
Because I don’t appreciate
being told I must obey
When I can see a better way
than that dictated by the state.
Sunday,09 January 2011
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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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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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Gone Astray a rant
Gone Astray
A solemn silence fills the space
contained with cathedral walls.
A sanctuary filled with grace
But over it a shadow falls
There are few worshippers today
and they’re engaged in private prayer.
Although the tourists make their way
to see the wonders which are there.
They gladly pay the entrance fee
a charge imposed to help defray
the maintenance that has to be
paid for. This is the only way.
the church authorities can find
the funds which are necessary.
Although the ancient rules defined
access to worship should be free.
The churches now are businesses
and not what they were meant be.
It seems religion matters less
to the presiding hierarchy.
Than making profits to maintain
these symbols of authority.
Although the signs are very plain
Because they do not want to see.
That piety has less to do
with structures glorifying God.
Provided by the wealthy few.
Who did not think it at all odd.
To see this as their entry fee
to buy a place in paradise
A triumph for hypocrisy.
I think today we are more wise.
No longer ruled by the dead hand
of church enforced religious laws.
We are entitled to demand
the church must find a different course.
The world has changed and so must they
We aren’t required to obey
church leaders who have lost their way.
And do not meet our needs today.
It matters not which creed you choose
they do not practice what they preach.
Their teachings are of little use
If they don’t believe what they teach.
Intolerance and bigotry
Fostered by narrow minded priests
are prevalent it seems to me.
Truth does not matter in the least
21-Nov-08
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Insanity Rules
Slip loose the moorings of your mind.
Freely embrace insanity
it’s freedom of a different kind
from mere eccentricity.
Once you have been certified
they don’t expect normality
You basic needs will be supplied
accommodation is rent free.
No need to rise unless you choose.
You have no need to earn your keep.
No knotty problems to confuse
your mind, which might disturb your sleep..
So why not choose to be insane.
You will lose less than you can gain.
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It could be for C.P Sharma
We search for truth but would we know
if our quest met with success
Perhaps truth changes as we grow.
We can’t be sure so we must guess.
Maybe there is no absolute
unchanging truth that’s permanent.
So we adopt beliefs to suit
whatever seems convenient
That’s fits in with what we think we know.
Because we fail to recognise
What we’ve been taught my not be so.
Though in due course we realise.
The quest fir truth which we pursue
would seem to be man’s destiny.
Its something we were born to do.
To search for truth continually
Although it seems illogical
I offer you this theory
The truth is something personal.
My truth only applies to me.
Your truth is only true for you.
It’s just another theory
I have no way to prove it true.
although it could be possibly.
26/04/2009
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