Modern Religion

Modern Religion

 

I always wondered about the Planet of the Apes

I like the Orangutan the best

Civilized yet wild

Erotic ramifications

Bestiality?

 

Technically it would depend

On your over all philosophy

I'm talking evolution versus creation

Never mind intelligent design for now

However if one accepts the whole premise

It would exclude the rapture

I never read about intelligent primates

Dominating in the Bible

Perhaps that is in some book beyond Revelation

That didn't make the cut

 

Am I being sacrilegious?

Planet of the Apes offends no more then some sects

While in the Catholic Church the only Bible I read

Was the ten commandments

No false gods

&

No worshipping of idols

I am sure they were in the top three

So we go bow down to a statue of Mary

And light a candle

 

Now it gets strange

If you want to be perfect go sell all you have and give it to the poor!

Why nobody wants to be perfect!!

Hmm Imagine that!

What if one of those vastly intelligent gorillas

Had a vision of Fatima

And started his own cable T.V. show

Why we could incorporate a popular pass time as well

Bowling for prayers

Where if you get a strike your petitions will get through

Makes you wonder what happens in case of a turkey

I mean a giant intelligent turkey

Leading his people from the lands of America

Denouncing and defeating Thanksgiving

Which by the way is the celebration of genocide

It's getting all too real now isn't it? 

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Lorca

Lorca

 

Before I read Lorca

My words were blunt swords for

Slicing rotted wood

Constructing

Rackety trellises

To fortify

Pathetic castles of sand

Praying never the waves

Or even harsh winds

Ascend to my feeble heights

Where from above with disdain

Cupid mocked

My juvenile sonnets of adoration

Before I read Lorca

My muses imploded

Like small delicate fish

Swimming in a shallow stream

Scatter

As a rude rock rapes

Their calm tranquil waters

Before I read Lorca

I had never truly lived  

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After the Fire

  After the Fire

 

 

Books burned as Alexandria was looted

Furious fires full of choking smoke polluted

Knowledge of millenniums consumed in the flame

What a shame

Voices, guardians of civilization, a guide

Denied

 

From the furious fire always to remember

To straggling pockets of hot ember

A soft reddish glow

Now only ashes to know

Gray dust for the wind to blow

To the corners of the Earth to and fro

 

Do you mourn for the secrets lost

Treasure gained at such a high cost

What was learned before

We can learn once more

Of that I am sure

 

So what remains after the fire?

Strange

Mankind did not change

He still contains his desire

After the fire

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Hot Black Coffee and a Cigarette

 Hot Black Coffee and a Cigarette

 

A thousand demos a day

All I can do is pray

When I rock and roll

It comes from the soul

I have sung them blues

Lived a life of bad news

 

Hot black coffee and a cigarette

How could life get better yet

Just enough to keep me going

Just enough to keep me growing

Hot black coffee and a cigarette

 

Looking for a soul to steal

The devil comes to make a deal

But I see through his disguise

Cause his words are only lies

The way Satan he function

He’ll take you to down to destruction

 

Hot black coffee and a cigarette

How could life get better yet

Just enough to keep me going

Just enough to keep me growing

Hot black coffee and a cigarette

 

Right now I’m below low

Up is the only way to go

Hitch hiking for a rocket

Only got three dollars in my pocket

But three will pay the toll

On the highway of Rock and Roll

 

Hot black coffee and a cigarette

How could life get better yet

Just enough to keep me going

Just enough to keep me growing

Hot black coffee and a cigarette

 

I see a light in the black night

I see a light burning green with delight

I hear a voice that always calls

I feel a hand that lifts as I fall

I may never make it to the top

But the truth is I’ll never stop

 

Hot black coffee and a cigarette

How could life get better yet

Just enough to keep me going

Just enough to keep me growing

Hot black coffee and a cigarette

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Chumly

 Chumly

 

I submit to you humbly

To the brats of the frat

Who think they are all that

With eyes dark and glumly

Who will love Chumly?

 

Mugsy was a cool kid

The brothers gave him a bid

To make sure he’d come on board

His roommate Chumly

Got an invite as a sweet reward

 

Well Mugsy couldn’t pull his weight

And bowed out of school

But Chumly wasn’t gone

And he marched on

Some said it was a mistake

Without a doubt

 

Chumly had hair wild and long

The brothers, so cool of course

Faired all the worse

And thought this was so, so, so wrong

So Mark feigning friendship with a smile

Was nice to Chumly for a while

And took him to a barber

To get a clip with exquisite style

 

The first shall be last and the last shall be first

And as I look back over those days dark and cruel

I really don’t know who was the worst?

Or which of us was the biggest fool

I have learned kindness and the golden rule

And say today that Chumly was cool

 

Remember your opinion isn’t as valid as mine

I have inspiration pure and divine

And the words contained in this rhyme

Will live through the ages for all time 

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Verisimilitude

Verisimilitude

 

When I was young before I could count time            

The so called priest committed a crime         

Baptized they said Father Son Holy Ghost                

One more for the score their carnal boast                  

 

If I ain’t honest it’s rude

We’re talking verisimilitude

You sure are one horny dude

We’re talking Verisimilitude

 

I pledged allegiance to the sacred flag

On the red white and blue I’d boast and brag

I cheered the soldiers as they went to war

A loyal slave of Babylon the Whore

 

If I ain’t honest it’s rude

We’re talking verisimilitude

You sure are one horny dude

We’re talking Verisimilitude

 

I learned the lie about Thanksgiving

Playground bullies were unforgiving

United we stand divided we fall

We all must answer the buglers call

 

If I ain’t honest it’s rude

We’re talking verisimilitude

You sure are one horny dude

We’re talking Verisimilitude

 

There were cracks in the foundation holes in the ceiling

Late in a sleepless night what was it I was feeling

Capitalism greed it was the American way

Get more money and it’ll all be okay

 

The truth always comes with great sacrifice

My sanity was the costly price

But I can see though I wish I was blind

Seek and I suppose you too will find

 

If I ain’t honest it’s rude

We’re talking verisimilitude

You sure are one horny dude

We’re talking Verisimilitude 

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Memory Lane

Memory Lane

 

Sometimes yesterday is a moment away. It is so clear certain exact episodes seem to be occurring in the present. The mundane majority however has slipped away into the ether abyss known as forgetting. All what we have done has created what we are now. Today we face the arduous task of shaping the formless entity of yesterday to forge a better future. Repeated mistakes sting more than the solitary foolish kind. I’ll never fall for that one again. Yet like ideal idiots we take another drink, smoke another cigarette, date another abuser or follow some manipulative user. As my wife battles her depression I recall my war with that disease; spending days on end not able to even rise from bed. I wish I could take a portion of my victory and feed it to her thus dismissing her lonesome woe. Contemplating the philosophy of memory it consists of the entirety of our entity. In the time stream there is past, present and future. The worst aspect is clearly the subtle negatives learned by poor example we repeat. How often have my father’s cruel words come out of my mouth inflicting pain upon my beloved wife? Are they even his words or was he too an unwilling parrot? At least I can recognize what has happened and hope with work I can improve; always hoping for a better tomorrow. 

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Colors

Colors

 

By John Kaniecki

 

Blue

Blue is the coldness of snow

The curiosity for secrets we do not know

How high is the sky?

How deep is the sea?

Look intensely into my eye

Blue is the color you shall see

 

Red

Red is the pains of sacrifice

The summation of suffering’s price

A crown of thorns upon His head

Red is the blood freely shed

Look into my heart

Red shall never part

Until I am dead

Red

 

White

White is purity

Holiness and security

White is absolute

White is truth

 

Black

Black is the color of imagination

The whispering sentiment of salvation

A nestled womb warm and secure

A vacuum of emptiness pure

Black is all that and something more

 

Yellow

Yellow is the newness born

A child who has yet to mourn

Yellow is laughter full of glee

The hope of a better eternity

Yellow

 

Gray

Gray is a cloudy day

A thought I can never say

The forgetting of how I walk my way

Gray

 

Green

Green is the happiness of the queen

The mysteries of nature never seen

Green is the cleanest clean

Green is everything in-between

Green

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