God was the first poem ever written
An apple bitten
A garden hidden
for all eternity
He
Speaks to the speed of the heartbeats;
Checking his watchful time piece;
The sun
And as sundials paint smiles on shadowy faces
God shines from the cracks between your teeth
And other hard to reach places;
So try flossing before flogging others for their believes
And you may find you're in a bind cause
God got stuck between your teeth
God wears sleeveless shirts and Tennis skirts
She knows that Luv doesn't keep score
She is the whore who you ignore;
Though she sits on your porch and begs
With open arms and legs
To receive you
God is a stereoty-pickle Jew
Arguing in Hebrew over the holo-cost of kosher food
He was a German guard
Shooting stars of David
Destitute, Evicted
Now living in the street
Scouring the ground for pop cans
So he can get something to eat
Wonder-bread why can't we see
God in the faces of the people in city slums;
Selling crack on the corner and packing guns
Shackled and given another numb-
Ber Just-ice is cold
God is bought and sold like tea leaves
Pover-tea leaves;
A bitter taste in God's mouth
It ap-peers from first glance he'll have to go
without
a pot to piss in
Listen
God's not a prescription,
Even if
Free will is a birth control pill;
Only 99% effective
God's not selective
He lives in the joint down the street;
A gateway drug,
Smuggling vision to those with Glaucoma.
God is Basilar Carcinoma;
They say beauty is only skin deep anyway
God is decaying;
Swimming through a compost heap of decomposing prayers
He needs a life preserver;
If only yours eyes were open and hands weren't folded
You could save him
God spins
Gold back into straw
In an effort to remove the awe from the material trough;
That we mite drink the living water
God is fodder
Hay wait a minute
God is infinite;
A light bulb that we call inspiration
A bulb that causes heat
And the heat causes her feet to perspire
God is a choir;
Sweetly singing sacred syllables and hymnals
God's become a symbol
But
Cymbals clash
and gastric by-pass has drastic side effects
The truth becomes hard to stomach
As ideals intersect
Our pictures of perfection,
Keep blurring out of focus
And suddenly our absolutes
Just seem like hocus pocus
Our emotions choke us
Discussing loved ones taken too soon
Simultaneously God dies
To be reborn into the next room
Turns out the tomb is empty
We've been grieving for no reason,
Because Jesus never left us
We've just forgotten how to see him
We weren't banished from Eden
In fact it's right outside your door
And God is sleeping next to you;
Stealing blankets as she snores
Steam seeps through her pores
After she hops into the shower
Shaving her lathered legs
as she ponders dreams devoured
Turns out the fruit went sour
Our knowledge left us powerless
We forgot we are God's children
We were once nurtured by her breasts
We switched to scientific formulas
Most found harder to digest
Unfulfilled by emptiness
Our stomachs start to shrink
And we've discovered teething
Bites more than you'd think
We're feeling Hallo-
Weaned off our mother's milk
We've become too accustomed to putting our customs in costumes
Making them march thru the streets.
Is this a trick or a treat?
And
Will you swallow what they give you to eat?
Concrete in our deceit;
A foundation of lies,
Still wearing masks as we ask " Mirror, mirror on the wall, should we rise or should we fall?
And
Can you tell me who is God?"
It answers
"Both rise and fall, you are a wave.
Remove your masks don't be afraid.
And as we em-bark of the path
To remove our masks
Surprised eyes realize
We;
Like deities and leaves blown in the breeze, share common roots in poet-tree.
Could it be?
God is art;
Creation is worship.
So don't allow those withering without imagination to impose on prose,
Don't let them turn worship into a warship.
God is as delicious and decadent as Dogoba dark chocolate;
Dogma is meant
To be devoured delicately
Still,
We damn people to keep our steeples standing
All the while demanding to be flooded by the holy spirit
We embrace our humanity with humility
But house our divinity in a separate vicinity;
Forcing it to come-mute
In our fear so resolute
We brought God to the vet to have him neutered;
In fear of omnipresence
God drinks from the toilet then gives you sloppy kisses
He marks his territory
Letting us enjoy the illusion of being the master
In God we find the subtlety and sanctuary of unconditional love and life here after
doG proves that only by serving can we become like God;
The master,
A backwards display dyslexics all know too well
God dwells inside nautilus shells
You brought her in for show and tell
When you were six
Before a golden crucifix held meaning
You held the golden mean
And listened to sounds of the ocean;
A lullaby tide to the moon,
God is a dune;
Eroding,
Hoping soon
Well walk on water
God's been chucked in the slaughter house;
Mickey mouse may out last him
The seven deadly sins are seven dwarves;
There's no time to be bashful,
And of course Eve;
white as snow;
was the first to eat the apple
Under the cap of a Snapple we found Wendy
So now it's off to Never-land
But there's a hook;
There's no pixie dust or peter pan;
and rather than chasing our shadows
we turn and run the other way
We're afraid of our potential
So we bow our heads to pray
The bible is a fable;
There's a lesson to be learned,
If you want to meet the Christ you don't have to wait your turn
And yeah it makes your stomach churn,
Burning from the inside out, when you realize
God's in front of you sitting on the couch
Slouching
Watching T.V. she
Folds her fingers into a church then a steeple
Then she opens up the doors,
But where the Fuck are all the people?
Two thirds of the seats are empty
Those present are fast asleep
Dreaming of a place and time when they'll be one with the divine;
Waiting for some sort of sign;
"Wake up! The time is now."
She's a yogi now in corpse pose;
She just finished the plow,
But hey she's only playing
Energy can't die
Even so day after day so many of us try
In fact God's a spider;
In her web so many tangled,
They need to have strings attached;
Can't believe that we are angels
And banners star spangled
Dangle over our heads
God brought wedding rings of Saturn
But we refused to be wed
Ad-dressing ego instead
Like hey it's time to party
And if there's silver on my hand it'd better be Bacardi
Disregard the Hardy boys
It's you who are the mystery clinging to you bible as if his-story ended there
God's a teenage girl whose parents are unprepared
As she training bra readies for the unsteady climb of adolescence
Effervescently using similes like there are no other forms of expression
And yes she's dating her ego and sense of independence inflating exponentially
Dripping wet;
Wrapped in a towel,
She scowls at her father as he tells her to put some clothes on
She uses Playt-ex cross your heart and hope not to die
As pacifies herself in and effort to avoid the daily grind
She is crucified;
Rolling the stone back over her tomb;
The egg out of her womb,
Miscarrying the cross
God is at a loss as the housing market collapses
God’s in every signal sent from dendrites to synapses
Battling depression she takes another pill
Trying to decipher good or evil through the peril of free will
Still the hells in which we dwell are only prisons of perception,
We each shares the shekinah; one conscious connection
More than once while enraged
We've slammed ourselves shut;
Caging spirituality,
While
Physically smashing her metaphysical fingers
But...
She lingers;
Her scent on your shirt;
The one you've been wearing every day
Since you last saw her
The kingdom and the power are hers,
She keeps them in her purse
In between her billfold and tampons;
Pursing her lips to kiss you goodbye
Don't tie yourself up in......
Fear knot
She won't kiss and tell;
Though she knows every fold of your body
As she folds creased knees around you
God is a poultice;
Meant to heal,
But through disease reveals
The true nature of our mistakes
So we sing songs of praise.
The baptismal pool quakes,
Rippling from the cries of an infant's eyes who is starting to forget what God looks like
God's an infant,
With an infinite imagination
She's learning the Fisher Price of knowledge
As she struggles to shove a circle through the triangular whole
She knows
The 2000 year old burning bush has turned to ash and she has diaper rash;
She cries to be changed,
But God is energy and energy is change
So in essence she is crying for herself;
With strained vocal chords and a tear soaked one-piece .
Her mother rushes into her room with milk swollen breasts
And as lips press together like prayers around her areola, she feeds her need to nurture
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We saw that pieces of Jes-us were in us,
But you want a lump sum;
A tall tale told by a golden tongue,
Let me summ-it up
When and if you climb to the top of vine
The only giant you'll find is your ego,
You see
God is nestle quick
But you're the one mixed up
God is queer
He feels the searing pain;
Steered away from his church,
An entire faith's condemnation
God is light
Brightly sparkling like Cinderella's glass slipper
Until we shattered it and reassembled it as the Big Dipper
Bear
That you stare at through the telescoped sky
You are one with God;
Separation's a lie
To imply that fingers are separate from the hand
Or to believe that the ocean is separate from sand
Is putting your ass in the air and excepting a brand of imperfection
Is just plain foolishness,
So fuck your Sunday day school lessons
God is the last frontier
But when we see her front
Tears will began to flow
Because we'll discover; under cover
God isn't what we know
Every hue-man will be blue in the face
It seems a lie was penciled in
After the truth had been erased
But will you dare to embrace
God when you see
He is actually a she,
And this form of perfection never needed our erections
God is a sphinx;
Half female, half lioness,
But we reshaped her breasts
So she became a he
And we adopted this fallacy;
this phallus,
Putting steeples on our churches |
Submission Name: Blasphe-me
