Questions glaring
Answers hollow
Smug statements on a thread

A sly remark
Ignorance shared
It’s true god is not dead

He lives inside
The thoughtless minds
And those who list as sheep

So confident
So full of “faith”
And logic goes to sleep

They spread their word
And blindly read
Their book of fairy tales

They choose to let
Their lives be slaves
To snakes, giants, and whales

Insulted by
Contrasting thought
Refusal to reason

Freedom, good sense,
Intelligence
Seem the highest treasons

Very nice

wise word's glass hoppa

Absolutely beautiful....and absolutely true....



But then, you know I have always loved your writing....

The Wicked Impious Judges


Freedom, good sense,
Intelligence
Seem the highest treasons
No reasons ever given
why blindness should be good

To follow ancient wisdom
that's been proven to be wrong
Is to demonstrate quite clearly
that we've failed to sing our song

Quenching decent spirits
in the name of evil dogma
Has become the vengeful nature
of a religious human saga

No spirits are permitted
to love with natural hearts
For everyone's committed
to dodge impious darts

Preachers preaching blaspheme
Churches hoarding God
And all the people blinded
by the trifling façade

Passing judgment on their neighbors
they use a book to back their words
They claim that it's the word of God
and He's the Shepard of the herds

They sing from pious hymnals
librettos set in rhyme
In only reinforces
their immoral wicked crime

If only they could see
beyond the evil of their book
The world could flow with harmony
like the water in a brook

Yet they never seem to realize
that they're causing so much strife
By passing sinful judgments
on those who cherish life

Abra (6/27/08)



I hope it was ok to take off from a few lines of your poem

well said majik man

So confident
So full of "faith"
And logic goes to sleep

Love these lines, great poem and insight.

Thank you, guys. You're all very sweet.

Very nice, Abra.

By the way, I really like your poem. I guess I didn't actually say so.

I wouldn't have been inspired to take off from it had I not already enjoyed it.

Great piece!

That was wonderful. I think that you will do great things.

I love this poem. So eloquent.

The Course

And when in the course
Of human intent,
I will say mine.
This heart is drenched.
The hollow answers
That could be filling,
Are but a thread
Of a pride unyielding.
All of that
Which should be savored,
Is thrown away
By angry labors.
Admit, I do.
There is my guilt.
Intense debate,
I often wilt.
Each we own,
The right is ours.
Correct in only,
A sorrowed scar.
Truth is absolute, agreed.
Love will blind,
As hatred breeds.

Raine Les 6/27/2008

Your conviction is a message to hear. Thank you. I love" Hollow words. Speaks volumes.

well done

Wow. Love the write.

May you always be a woman of treason