Are we asking the right questions
Or thereby seeking the truth
Is there something true, that is not
What lies have we been told
Just how the cosmos was unfold
It is probably time for us to solve the puzzle
that is deep within humanity souls
Questions that we may ask and then leave it alone
No point, scientific methods could not prove the task
Often we wondered how the universe was created
That likelihood was pondered upon in the historical bible
Don’t get me wrong, I was brought up as a Christian of a certain denomination
I grew up though, traveled for example and came to the realization that we are dealing with something that is quite canine
Let’s just say it is perhaps a powerful force that is confusing to the human race
Evidence of their ways surrounds us every day.
The show up to explain to humanity the actions of their ways
Do I even hate the voice inside of me, perhaps I do…It seems as though they are in love with a person that hates the dickens out of you. I call them Zeus. They are closer than we think. Right there in our faces. Peeping, jumping and showing off to humanly bodies and to the world…
All-day a man I call Zeus follows me, telling me I have no way to go besides you. Really, well I have decided from day two, you are not welcome on me anymore. Stop dreaming about me and stop thinking of touching my naked body.
Always a shame to expose my self knowing that this thing is not adhering to human beings’ rules. One man ticking and the other man humping imaging what to do with the sexual rules.
Enough that my uncle was accused of provocation and the victim roams around with the bundle
Zeus, it is, accusing everybody.
Someone tries to contact, my head freezes. Enough of this imaginary Zeus using that lighting finger to squeeze the zest from my skull. My pains are hard, I have to bear it.
Complains or complaints not, it confuses the thoughts.
I cannot help anybody as jealous rage lingers within. Pain blocks me as if my sinuses function at one. My relief comes from no drugs.
This is a hard one indeed, it hesitates to control me anymore. I am programmed with a silver spoon in my mouth. Happy I am to make it though.
I do not care about religiosity, they know it. Speaking to me was a sacred default. Messing up a friendship of all the loved one’s belief. The aftermath cannot be cleaned up.
A new day has started
Hopefully it’s not like yesterday
Torturing us over and over again
It’s raining though, new worries are on its way
But thankfully, good memories has started today
Wicked witches you haven’t been wishing for that
Overcomers are what we are for promoting what we’ve got
Oh Lord this day why am I here?
In words full of contentment
I plead to you this day
gave me hope on this lonely way
to have faith to believe
what my eyes cannot see
What a surprise, my eyes behold
you are so full
of beauty and grace
Arise you, dry your wet eyes
He stretches his hand
deep into your soul
Come ye my servant
and sweetly repose
by Phoebe C.
I was told there’s a God
From the time I was born
He’s the everlasting savior
Who was born to save the world?
Without a doubt I believe
I’m convinced it’s true
That he died for you
He’s preparing a place
For all those who choose
Some say, get real it makes no sense
As far as we know it’s all a bunch of mess
How could you believe?
Can’t you see this world is full of hate?
And lack such faith
I’d say, what have you to lose
Though this world is so confused?
Have faith & wait
And believe he will shine through your face
Put your trust in him
All things unique will come out of thee