God is not Deaf

Pen to paper forget them not
Re-write your devotion
Crumble all and burn them on a stack

For the smoke that comes from
The burns is light, light as a feather
It is the only way our prayers will get to heaven

Our words are with drama, heavy and empty
Dark as the moonless night
Murky as a polluted river

But sweet talk we know best, do best
And after a few cons on the grid
Our words now holds no value in the heavens

Confessions and prayers
Are like tit for tat, I should have known better
No one is on the wining side, trends, side steps

Like a gambler's good luck charm
It is all in his head, how effective it is
Tell him the truth and you are a pessimist

The first step is acknowledgement
We have a problem, Houston!
"We have a problem"

Mega churches with loud speakers
Celebrity super star preachers
Wearing silk cloths that blind the heavens

Talk we know best, flows of the tongue
Regardless be it utopia or dystopia
So long as the cheques are signed

And we pretend to be sincere
In our confessions, all is forgiven
Next step now for the essence

Collections and tight are investments
A con this big, the priest is now a banker
The gates are closed for salvation

Miracles are as; three houses
A luxury car fleet
And a trip to a foreign country

There you have it
God just answered your prayers
Forget about salvation for the after life

Our words are heavy and empty
Re-write your devotion
Crumble all and burn them on a stack

It is the only way
It will get to the heavens
Light, light as a feather

Pen to paper forget them not
Silence with the loud prayers
You know God is not deaf or blind, right.

Like seriously, you know right
Ok, just in case you do not t know
God is not deaf or blind

 Who are you fooling, with pretence.

The Three Sons Of Abraham

There is an old family feud, the oldest of all family feuds that matters to this magnitude and the most 
damaging because of the validity placed on its essence by rival sides.

Abraham (Ibrahim) is recognized as the father of the Jews, Christianity, as well as Islam since it is believed that Mohammed is a descendant of Ibrahim (Abraham). 
The three branches of the same tree, with its many sub branches.

It is sad to say that many have lost their lives on soft differences, never fundamental in justifying the relevance and truthfulness of one of the three branches against the other.

But not being the root or stem means, none of the three branches can claim to be the true religion.
The fact is their differences are all based on cultural norms than religious essence.

Relevance in all this is spirituality which in it self as the root sees religion as a mere path amongst paths
"the way a group of people worship" Lets not forget of Animist, Buddhism and all other religions.

Saddly though it is the tree branches (sons) from the same house of Abraham that holds to ransom death as a consequence for being a descendant
of a sibling in difference of belief #religion #life #philosophy  #culture

A Quota for Heaven

Where do all the good
The bad and the ugly go
When heaven gets full

Queues long a' winding, bending
But only a few places left
As spaces designate

Is it by default
That so many souls
Would be damned

Or was it all planned
From the very beginning
How fair is that on a balanced scale

So what happens
If the scale of preference
Changes tipping to the right

And more than less
Are in for a good run
Keeping a clean sheet

Would the quota
Set as numbers limit
Be reviewed, a clause some where

To accommodate t' born agains
Or are they damned
Regardless of what they do

Are we elemental
So that we loose in weight
The more good we do

To become light as a feather
Do we shrink into tinny grains
Of sand to all fit into heaven

Or stay as large
As a haunted ghost
With sins and anger so heavy 

God's Religion

If God made religion 
It would be like the air we breathe 

With no difference to the type 
And amount we breathe  

No class or grade no authority 
That will oppress the vulnerable 

No tags, or symbols 
Of affiliation to a clan 

Everyone will be equal 
With equal access  

No chosen ones, tribes 
No promise land 

Wherever you are on earth 
If God made religion 

 If man made religion 
It would be with difference 

Every few miles we travel
With lies and  it would demand we kill 

Kill for our difference, our privilege   
And in belief of our difference, our promises  

Structured to be with authority 
And oppress the minority and vulnerable 

In society, having no empathy 
For those different from us

More like politics, like politics  
Just like politics, made of man  

Thank God the religion he/she makes 
Is called spirituality 

Just like the air we breathe 
Free for all with direct access 

No third parties needed for access 
.#Philosophy #Spirituality #Religion 

If God made religion 
It would be just like everything else 

That God has made 
Free and natural  

Just the way God is 
Free and natural 

Loving to all 
In nature 

If God made religion 
God's religion 

A Witch's Shrine

Do not step on stones  

Marked circles with ritual 

Voodoo bewitched  you 

The New Religion

The new religion is not for the masses
Masquerading a form of identifying notions 

It is not structured and ruled 
It is not rubber stamped to fit 

It is not of a singular sign held holy 
That warrants the results of opposing sides 

It is  not of monastery on distance hills  
From the nearest civilisation 

Nor is it of this civilisation set 
On material gain to class cluster 

It is back to the fringes of society 
Taking shape in soul searching 

It is the modern art and boundaries it break 
The self help books for self discovery, realisation  

The graffiti on the walls, as street arts that engages 
It is the rediscovery of hi-pi without the ho-ha 

An enlightenment of understanding, your soul
Found in alignment with the heart and mind 

The new religion is not for the masses 
But for t' one who found how to live, life at peace 

Breathe Easy

Breathe easy and not in  haste 
Hastily you might breathe a chunk and choke 

The air is full of such particles to avoid 
Attracted by the eagerness of haste 

Time out, if all seems so overwhelming 
Time is only but  a passage path 

The routes are different 
All with their own angles 

Ask the man with a rush down the road 
How he got his rushes 

Breathe easy and not in a haste 
Hastily you might breathe a chunk and choke 

When Angels Walk The Earth

Angels do not come in the light of day 
They do not visit the brightest of spots 


Not with wings white feathers that glow 
Not with blue eyes and golden silk 


On the streets with hoods, ghettos 
In the freight of corners and worry 


In the cold hang where the homeless sleep 
Angels do not come in the light of day 


Clinically sanitised in church rooms 
And decorated windows, altars with candles 


Angels do not come with wings 
All majestic and on the holiest of days  


Where plants weather and lose their green 
A beggars single shoe ever so cherished 


Angels do not come on special occasions 
They were named K9 and have always been here 

Back to the future

A door stands in the midst of day 
Waiting to be opened  
I had a dog called who-nose  
Oh what does the future hold   


Knock knock is a step away 
A step close on door steps
From the future, back to the future 
Oh what does the future hold  


With time jingle on tic toc  
And events set to take place 
I had a dog called who-knows  
Oh what does the future hold  


The new is always wrapped in anxiety 
Jump jump on presents wrapped 
So much excitement, of things to come 
Oh what does the future hold  


To do thus, places to be, people to see
My dog was called who's nose 
This and that, etc etc 
Oh what does the future hold 


In these times, times like this 
The soothsayer is favoured the most 
With claims to have an incline on
Oh what does the future holds  


Beating around the bush on guess work 
More like with a sneak eye open to study reaction
Did I tell you, I had a dog called wholeness   
Oh what does the future hold 


To read one's body language, like a dog tail 
And say I see, oh yea I see, I saw, oh yea it's back 
Well of course you see, stupid 
Oh what does the future hold 


Now even the Mayan's are at it as well with 2012  
Oh well, but nah too fancy for me, much fuss is made 
I would own a dog and call it whoopees 
Oh what does the future hold 


In any case, we will all, all see 
Soon enough, just soon enough 
Bear witness soon enough 
On what the future holds 


Just like the days before and now today
And tomorrow follows with patterns of before 
The name of my dog is knows-how 
Oh what does the future hold 

Merry Christmas

Christmas carols 
Ding dong merrily merrily sang 
By the beautiful choirs of ordinary people  

The angels look, they listen with delight 
As this day the heavens and earth 
Are synchronised to rejoice  


Family reunions, presents and gifts  
Bickering to the side, time out on call  
Lets all hug and make up, as one 


A feast for all to rejoice in 
Love, health and hope to share 
Have a merry Christmas, me dears 

Philosophy of logic

If only it was possible to bring, them back 

It would all just be, a lot easier for questions 

For questions, to have answers and less of  

Perceptions and assumed notions of what was meant  

I have got a tall order and for so many 

With so many to answer for 

A tall order, I tell you 
A very tall order indeed  

I have witnessed doubters, where followers hold faith

I have seen alliances formed on pledges 
To die for a school of thought 

From opposing ends 

I hear others claim knowledge and profess 

As masters in expert, of sought 

Foremost in supposed fields, used to describe 

Depict personas, who lay claim as being in the know 

What do you know, truly what do you know

Were you t', at the EVENT, present during doctrine a' acts

To lay mastering of what was meant in deeds

And said in words to affirm and associate, I ask

Can you be called as witness in court

Called upon and swear to tell the truth

The whole truth, nothing but the truth

Truly, truthfully without sway

If only it was possible and time machines

Had long being invented

To answer once and for all, and in frequent

To make come backs, to reaffirm

For the grape vine, can not be left

As a caretaker, for too long 

Even with the simplest of answers, without distort

Without, finding ways to bend notions

In the house of the courts, reasonable doubt is raised

And thus, all that is known can not be asserted

Said as fact, of a way, a school of thought or another

To prove one’s concept, right or wrong

This is my philosophy of logic

Did Shakespeare, write all he is accredited with?

Did Jesus walk on water and feed so many

Did, etc, etc, etc, on reasonable doubt

This is my philosophy of logic

Taking it all in, with a pinch of salt

Mind you, I am not discrediting notions

I am merely just conceptualising, adding my own take

Taking A Swipe

Taking a swipe  
At society  
At religion 
At politics 
At the establishment  


You see, it's not like, 
I am trying to take a swipe 
Just taking a swipe  
And it follows to digest  


I read the history of grounds that stand 
With the black rock to hold 
I read the history, of how religion was born 
That paganism is the oldest of them all 


To have Christianity and Islam  
Hold to gratitude  less of what is needed  
T' figureheads  back-bones "women" of strong men  
The very pillars of genesis in faith 


I read the history of ground zero 
And the symbol of the "stone "
I read the set-up of beginning, start up
And who it represented  in mixed fellowships  


I read about the philosophy  
They hold or once did 
To open up to the world around them 
The peace in messages, harmony they preach  


Not like I am trying to 
Take a swipe
Just taking a swipe 


Not today, with fortresses built 
From Rome to Mecca, to Jerusalem and beyond 
Where those without common share, in beliefs 
Of faith are blocked from entry's access  


Not like I am trying to take a swipe 
Just taking a swipe,
In doing so, in doing so


Are we not to love thy neighbour 
Why close doors and lock with hatred 
In keeping thy neighbour out 


Left cold at the mercy of wickedness 
In "I don't want to know", as a philosophy 
I am really now just taking a swipe, swipe, swipe  


Taking a swipe 


At the establishment
At society, 
At religion
At politics 
And all above 

A Funny Poem

I know, my punctured cold fingers feel numb and unused 
Winter holds grip of it, for it  has been a while, a long while 
Cobwebs have gathered, like gloves and claimed ownership


A long while, since I wrote a poem 
A love poem, a fun poem  
A family and friends poem  


A summer poem, a winter poem 
A poem about autumn and spring 
I know it has been a while, a long while 


And  my fingers have all gone cold, no jerk on key pads 
My mind follows asking for answers " why carnage"
For why would I have starved such cherished tree 

And watch it weather and gloom 
It follows my bonsai tree in faith 
I got from love on summers day 


It died before autumn came 
I lost a fish as well this period  
These days my fish tank looks so deem  


I can no longer tell by character any more 
How each of my golden fish does behave
I know my cold fingers feels numb  


It has been a while, a long while , influenced by t' status quo
Like darkness hold, of  days in the pole
A long while, since I poured my heart out warm 


It has been a while 
Since I wrote a love poem 
A happy poem, a funny poem  

Illusion of thought

I see a thousand lies titillating
A thousand more hanging  
Told in history books to accept 


And science presents me   
With factual, factual lies  
More of the same in stories told   

I see a thousand lies 
My eyes, at it, conspiring to tell 
In pictures view in optical illusion  


And religion holds the holly grail  
Of all that is said, in chinese whispers 
Two thousand years, of some whispers 


I see a thousand lights 
Different colours of creed  in view 
To be against, differences we share 


Yet with fingers stretched  to the point 
Held between the pictures view  
Both top and bottom, becomes the same 


I see a thousand lies
My eyes plays illusions on view 
And others go fanatic on beliefs 


But most I see 
Most of all, close on view 
Is a shape of truth, though be it abstract 

Looking close enough 
It sits in clear view 
Hidden by optical illusion 

Awaiting Answers

I am out of coverage area 
Sometimes you aught to be 
To find your self, with meaning 


The buddhist prefer a solitary area 
Or would avoid uttering words for years  
In meditating mood, for enlightenment  


On journeys back I took  
In the clouds I saw a rabbit, a sea horse 
Land-horse and a boar  


Meanings, I still don't know  
But for seeing such beauty in the clouds 
Aught to be a blessings of some sought  


A silver lining across the pond of life 
A sign of thee, from thee  
To reflect on others to come, I'm sure 


First signs count 
I saw them, there, there  
Those silver lining, I saw them

The Sun Flower Worhsip

The mystery of the sunflower   
Lay bare, like a prophet with calling    
What we take for granted  


And I do worship the sun  
Believe me, I do, Stonehenge stands as altar  
The sun flower tells me to  


The colour of the sky tells me to    
The trees, the birds, in the forest  
And the weather systems tells me to  


And the seasons sing in praise    
Winter tells me to      
Beach benches tells me to    


Believe me I do worship the sun   
Like daffodils, bright in fields  
Spring tells me to, life tells me to  


I do worship the sun
I am a sun worshipper 
The sun flower worship 

Dangerous Intelligence

Brain in a jar 
Brick wall built 
I know best 


Whales on reverse parking  
Elephants doing a spin on break dance floor   
Ever heard an educated man, being so naive?   


There is nothing more dangerous than that, I say
When such beings, go fanatical with their beliefs   
Refusing to budge, crazy on the subjects   


Life is transformational, seasons too 
We sleep, we wake, we grow an inch  
Or lose an inch, depending on stage 


On the line of the ageing  scale, where 
We stand on reference, as referenced post 
'Don't take the mickey your time will come son'


In-between all that 
We evolve, we adapt, we upgrade 
And learn our lessons in, class out, school out 


Graduation stands, just as symbols of passage
University of life, the obstacle course
Now that is where, real life lessons are learnt 


True story, everything here on earth   
Changes shape to adapt,  "in thinking" 
Water from solid, liquid to vapour and reversed 


Even the earth tectonic plates 
Are in constant change  on route 
Shifting now is the horn of Africa   


But when a man with educated intelligence 
Holds thoughts with no sway
Like brain in a jar, brick wall built


Like the stand still 
Of the revolving door, earth 
Innocent people end up suffering