Poetry Blogs (2017, god)
Peter Taylor on (3 hours ago)
When teaching Descartes, I dutifully described his dualism in detail.
I discussed his importance as the father of modernism,
But also his common ground with scholasticism.
Together we examined the ways he attempted to prove God
And the reliability of both mathematics and his own senses.
Also, some biographical information including his early education,
Military service, tra...
Tuesday 17th October 2017 1:33 pm
here’s to the afterlife —
what fate does the day after The Last Day hold?
doubt consumes man’s faith .
down into the depths of the pit
my mind descends ,
down to the caverns ,
the walls closing in .
the light dwindles ,
crushed under the weight of this apparent reality .
hopeless and helpless ,
lonely and tired .
beaten down by the endless sorrow .
Wednesday 11th October 2017 11:45 pm
Its been a hard road
You helped me build.
You got me through
Some dark times.
I thought you a light,
A torch in the darkness,
It was my magic.
They told me you were watching
As though it was a comfort.
And I tried
To feel helped
I tried so hard
To give you the love
I was told you created
Friday 25th August 2017 3:38 pm
Forgive the autumn night,
Forgive the autumn day,
And oh dear god,
As the leaves spread amongst the dry traveled ground,
There remains but little to be stepped upon beyond the rotted branches of yesterday.
And I do say again,
This feeling comes to me in a dream,
It spruces my mind,
Comforts my soul.
For as the autumn wind,
Monday 5th June 2017 5:48 pm
On thy knees
Prays the lost lamb, reborn anew.
A young man of God with white 'round his collar.
Often he looks to the father
I look to the father
And I pray for more fun.
A son of God must have more to do, anything more interesting
The population of this city churns
Wishing that they could be more than what they are now
The lambs cry as I once did
I must not recall...
Monday 22nd May 2017 2:34 pm
now start breathing,
everything around is around for the same reason.
Catastrophe, catastrophe its all the same feeling
i'm too old to move on, i'm too old to keep dreaming.
When to move on is to grow and to grow is not leaving,
in a promise land we grow, and speak of the same reason
we speak of heaven and hell like they're not the same demon.
Well to move...
Monday 15th May 2017 3:45 am
If she is omnibenevolent, omniscient and omnipotent;
Then I want to meet her creator’s creator’s creator,
After all, lest we forget, the belief in creationism is infinite……
Curator of secrets. A fraud.
Plagiariser of Buddha. A dictator.
A hypocritical book to dissect,
A lot of information to correct.
Now let’s not try to kid ourselves and pretend to belie...
Wednesday 10th May 2017 12:28 pm
Bend all ears oh My worshipers!
Your heyday has come.
The time when thee are invited by Me.
Each one solely.
Bestir to commemorate Me.
Rise to advance towards Me.
Stir up to acknowledge Me.
Wake up to bow before Me in supplication.
I am at hand to thee,
At this point of time.
Considerably closer than any other hour.
Take a single stride towards Me,
And I shall sprint in thy route.
Thursday 16th March 2017 7:19 pm
Can you imagine waking up every morning to slave for a wicked house?
Im at the lowest part of my life in this world,
But the highest point in my life with God.
I am a slave
Yet I am proud to slave for the Most High.
I cant complain even though I dont have much.
I thank God for what I have.
I have not in this world,
But I ...
Saturday 18th February 2017 8:21 pm
In every city, I go.
In every country, I have been.
The Star and the Cross hope,
That he will be with us one day.
They call him by different names,
And claim him as theirs.
Both preaching similar faiths,
Both saying they are correct.
One says he is yet to come,
While the other hopes for him again.
One says he is the son of God,
While the other says, he wi...
Thursday 16th February 2017 6:42 am
Two guests are in your heart
you can tell them apart
by what they desire.
Which will you feed?
The one who desires greed
The one who desires to cater
to the ...needs
By Lynn Hahn
Wednesday 15th February 2017 4:42 am
Why chop down this tree
The greatest gift God
provides is our children
If we are lucky enough
to have them
And privilaged enough
for them to want to spend
time with us
We have been given riches
beyond any material reward
To take a hatchet
and cut down the
Is beyond foolish
Better to cut off your
Wednesday 18th January 2017 6:53 am
Brittle banks of ice
Against my taunting toe,
Cracking and seething
To be so uproariously
Against the yellow
Of the setting sun
Through a smog that
Lays thick across the
Jets of black trees
Shoot dark into the sky,
Mimicking the wind
In their jostled, whipped
The wind that churns
The bowing branches
Bites the lobes of
My ears, uncovered an...
Wednesday 18th January 2017 5:48 am
I'm a victim of your emptiness
But you sure know how to fill me up
With your dick that it is
You don't speak
But you choke me like I'm breathing all of your air
I no longer have air and you no longer have words
We're drowned by the sound of me struggling to breath
You encapture my lungs because they surround my soul
You are my Satan, I call you master
You've created me...
Wednesday 4th January 2017 7:18 pm