Posts Tagged ‘eternity’

Lord of the Sky

Monday, June 20th, 2011

Lord of the Sky

Of God, Gods, Toothpaste and Deodorants

Thursday, November 4th, 2010

Ever go to the super­mar­ket to buy tooth­paste and you’re con­fronted with about 100 choices? If you’re like me it’s like, “What the fuck! why you doing this to me?” I hate mak­ing deci­sions. And don’t get me started on deodorants.

Deities are like that, you got thou­sand of choices and they’ve been around longer than tooth­paste or deodor­ants. Ya got your monothe­ists, poly­the­ist, ya got Gods as celes­tial objects, nature, inan­i­mate objects, Shit, Native Amer­i­cans believed in a giant tur­tle, no shit and ya won­der why they lost all their land? Their God was much too slow to help them and by the time the fucker got it’s head out of it’s shell their land was gone. Poof. Never pick a Turtle.

Gods have been around since we col­lect­edly real­ized we were all pretty much fucked in this world. So If bad things hap­pened our God(s) was pissed so we had to please him by gath­er­ing lau­rel leaves, sac­ri­fic­ing goats, vir­gins, our kids what­ever as long as we didn’t have to sac­ri­fice our­selves. We are indeed a self­ish lot. But it gave us the delu­sion of input or con­trol into why we are always get­ting fucked over. It gave us a process for input or influ­ence into Real­ity which is basi­cally the ran­dom­ness inher­ent in our exis­tence. This process is reli­gion, a struc­tured means to influ­ence our God(s) of choice regard­less of how bizarre that process might be.

This write is a sorta like a movie review. I will rate who I con­sider the coolest, mean­est and most dyna­mite God(s) to choose from so you don’t have to think too much I mean who likes to think, right? Soo…

The list is far too long so I’m gonna get rid of a few thou­sand with some basic rules I think we all can agree on.

I’m highly sus­pi­cious of any Reli­gion less than 1500 years old they go right in the hop­per. Let’s face it if your God was asleep for most of recorded Human his­tory and decided to show up say in 1830 as he appar­ently did to Joseph Smith;well he ain’t much of a God, or he has some kind of sleep dis­or­der. Savvy? So the Church of Lat­ter day Saints or Mor­mon God goes bye bye. Same goes for the Jeho­vah Wit­nesses which were founded in 1852, not only will I shit can their God but I urge the imme­di­ate exe­cu­tion of all it’s mem­bers. Who can argue with that?

All the “ticism’s” such as Zoroas­tri­an­ism or Mys­ti­cism or Asceti­cism while they’ve been around a long time. I just don’t like the sound of their names, too fuck­ing long And if I don’t like the name of your reli­gion then they get shit canned also.

All the east­ern reli­gions such as Hin­duism, Bud­dhism, Tao­ism go out the win­dow sim­ply because I have no idea what the fuck they are talk­ing about. Nir­vana? what the fuck is that? Ain’t it a band? Besides the dick­heads I see in Amer­ica who think they’re cool because they walk around say­ing Namaste get on my nerves. Those reli­gions require shit like med­i­ta­tion, spir­i­tu­al­ism, con­cern for all life forms and as an Amer­i­can I have no time for that shit.

The Roman Gods? Fuck them too. They are Ital­ians and I hate Ital­ians besides the Romans never had an orig­i­nal thought in their lives, check it out. They stole the Greek Gods basi­cally word for word they change their names to plan­ets, Aphrodite became Venus, Zeus became Jupiter. So fuck the gin­nies and their Gods.

Now the meat and pota­toes.
Greek Gods were hands down the coolest Gods out there. I believe the forced retire­ment of all the Greek Gods from the deity pan­theon the great­est spir­i­tual tragedy in our lives. Take Zeus, all he wanted to do was get laid, no shit his whole God­hood was involved with get­ting Pussy. He even fucked his sis­ter. And the shit he did for pussy was astound­ing dis­guis­ing him­self as a bull, a bird. Now I thought I was inven­tive in get­ting laid Zeus was… well a God at it. And they were petty, revenge­ful, self­ish, mean, self cen­tered. Just like us. Yea, I miss Olympus.

The Nordic Gods ya know Odin, Thor, Loki they scare the shit outta me them fuck­ers just wanted to fight, maim and kill. They never had time for fuck­ing cause they were fight­ing all the time. Yea, Asgard was one large keg party that got out of hand. But they do have some cool stories.

Now the Monothe­is­tic heavy­weights.
Judaism which is old tes­ta­ment God. Well as pricks go the Jew­ish God was a real prick. That fucker killed peo­ple for fun, flooded the earth, destroyed cities. Yah­weh had absolutely no sense of humor. Not sure if he ever did one kind thing, I’m seri­ous, it was like he was con­stantly con­sti­pated and took it out on mankind. The Jew­ish God was a para­noid fuck always test­ing peo­ple to see if they loved him. He even fucked over Moses. Got news for you Jew God you’re a real Cock­sucker and nobody loves you! And for you Jews out there you can think what ya want but maybe he’s not com­ing back it’s been at least 3000 years per­haps it’s time to take that extra serv­ing of din­ner­ware off the table.

Islam, they barely make the cut mak­ing its first appear­ance to some towel head in the sixth cen­tury A.D.. These dudes are bor­der­line east­ern reli­gion and I’m not sure what the fuck they’re talk­ing about either. They took the old and new tes­ta­ment did a quick rewrite and told the world, “Hey, we found a new God!” Really? Where was he hid­ing? In the desert? Hey if I was a God that’s where I would hide, no scenery, no water, per­fect. Islam and Chris­tian­ity share a com­mon bond, they have the most fucked up rad­i­cal fol­low­ers of any reli­gion. And you can’t fuck with their reli­gion either they get all prissy about it. Which of course requires me to say, fuck you Islam and fuck you Mohammed. You’re noth­ing more than an expan­sion team!

Finally Chris­tian­ity
My incul­cated faith. Chris­tian­ity has a real iden­tity crises cause you got Catholics, Epis­co­palians, Luther­ans, Methodist. It’s like make up your fuck­ing minds will ya? Chris­tian­ity is one big mind fuck no one knows what they believe in. It’s all new tes­ta­ment about this cat named Jesus. Now Jesus was a pretty cool guy he threw some nasty fish and wine par­ties and the shit never ran out. The trou­ble with Jesus as a deity is that he really got fucked over in the end. And deep down inside every Chris­t­ian won­ders, “Wow, if God did that to his son what the fuck is he going to do to me?”

As reli­gions go Chris­tian­ity is a log­i­cal night­mare and all the chris­t­ian writ­ers really had to do some cre­ative writ­ing to explain Chris­tian­ity. “Jesus was God, no I mean the Son of God, no I mean a part of the Holy Trin­ity, and we drink his blood and eat his body at mass” No we’re not can­ni­bals it’s like, eh… sym­bolic” and “Who the fuck made up that Vir­gin birth story? How the fuck do we explain that!” “ Yea Chris­t­ian writ­ers are top notch they have to be.

Well there you have it my place in hell once again firmly estab­lished. Now I hear you “What do you believe in Odd?” I have a strange way of think­ing and I come at “God” kinda back­wards. Cause I know evil exists, I see it, it’s real and it’s a spir­i­tual entity that is here on earth right now. So there has to be a good or a God so to speak cause if there wasn’t we would have killed each other long ago. Now don’t ya hate when I’m serious?

Respect­fully sub­mit­ted,
The Odd­est of Poets

Sleep my Brother

Saturday, September 4th, 2010

~For Frank~
~ See you on the other side~

Did we not draw swords together?


I saw you on the field
Haloed and strong
None dare stand before you
Your sword flashed argent in the Sun
As your strokes fell
Demonic wraiths cow­ered and wept
And cursed the fires that spawned them

But there were too many
There are always…
Too many

The last thing I saw
Was
Your smile



A trail of tears leads
To that
Cold and cav­ernous hole that awaits you
Ground hard won and truly fought

Your Demons are van­quished
Your sword pit­ted and notched
Your scars vibrant and glow­ing
Lay it down my Brother
Lay it down

Merge with the leaf my friend
Let rain water anoint you
And wash your wounds clean
Pay no more heed to time’s march
Or the din of evap­o­rat­ing tran­sience
Embrace the light that bathes you
And…
Sleep my Brother…
Sleep

Madman

Saturday, August 21st, 2010

I’m sit­ting next to a mad­man
His eyes are implor­ing
Wild
They see every­thing
Col­ors talk to him
Tell him secrets never revealed to me
Sto­ries about
The Moon God­dess and the Stone Boy
Tales I would die for
Tales I will never know

Time flows like mon­strous ten­drils
Clutch­ing at him
He fights them off
They don’t stop
Clutch­ing, grab­bing, seek­ing…
His arms wave inces­santly
Even when

He lies down
closes his eyes
But I know
They never stop see­ing
His spit­tle mar­ries the cold con­crete cell floor
Human com­fort an alien thought
He is some­where else
Always

Some ignore him
Most laugh
I can’t
Col­ors roll off him
Mourner’s Black
Blood Red
And blues
Blues from a sky I have never seen
Greens from fields only Gods can trek

They come for him
Take him wher­ever they take mad­men
Plugged into a machine some­where
Talk­ing to aliens
Sell­ing stock futures

The cell set­tles into drab gray
And dreary same­ness
fuck sto­ries and jail terms
But
No madman…

When Mountains fall

Wednesday, August 11th, 2010

The Source is dimin­ished
No longer does the stream dance
in cas­cad­ing har­mony
Across time worn rocks
The voice tired and stretched
Yearn­ing for eter­nal rest
It’s motion tired and prac­ticed
The stage aban­doned
The script wrin­kled and torn

The Peak no longer grasps for the Sun
It’s shoul­ders hud­dled and drawn
Beaten down by time
It’s hands
Cen­tu­ri­ons
March­ing towards dis­tant con­quests
Beat­ing foot­paths on it’s once proud crest

It set­tles unto itself
Tak­ing coun­cil with mem­ory
Past dreams of glory and vibrancy

Dims
Flick­ers
A can­dle which no longer bat­tles darkness

The Moun­tain falls
yet
Remembers…

Flashlight Dreams

Thursday, August 5th, 2010

She sails on rivers of blood
Aboard scream­ing ships
Sil­hou­et­ted by dooms­day words
And flash­light dreams

While God’s mal­formed Hell hounds
suck pun­gent nec­tar from barbed plants

Yet she sings
With arms raised her words do bat­tle
Flash­ing argent against the coal black sky
Cor­us­cat­ing and relent­less
Blaz­ing and incorruptible

While God’s demons devour
Soul charms and innocence.

Her ship voy­ages dan­ger­ous seas
Sail­ing amidst heart’s cost and preg­nant tears
Her verse a nim­bus
Free­ing dreams to roam where they will

While God seeds black­ened crops
And bro­ken wills

Cast­ing runes like wiz­ard spells
Enchant­ments that climb rain­bows
With vines of cre­ation heal­ing bro­ken souls

While God’s wraiths
Sow tears among the fallen

She sails on rivers of blood
Aboard scream­ing ships
Sil­hou­et­ted by dooms­day words
And flash­light dreams

The Knight’s Maiden~Para~

Sunday, June 27th, 2010

My bed is call­ing my name
In var­i­ous lan­guages
Visual delights of soft­ness
Accost my ears
And flesh
Bit­ing the sights of sup­ple wonder

I am tired

I am lost in the promise
Of can­dle­light flames
Danc­ing across vehe­ment intru­sion
Behind my eyes
Burn­ing away reluc­tance
The lack of accep­tance
For here
I dream freely

Satin sheets
Wrap warmth about the room
Singing songs
To stop time
For all eter­nity
The air is sweet
As sweet as the dew
Licked from heav­enly sleep­ing bodies

Shal­low breath
Stirs rhyme with its rhythm
Echoes through golden cor­ri­dors of sleep
Per­fect cham­bers embrace
The petals scat­tered softly
At my feet
I step on none
In my ascent into the paradox

Light breezes soothe
Yet né’er to cap­ture atten­tion
Only a mere wisp
Of chest­nut locks fallen across the eye
Of yearn­ing
Can cause dis­tur­bance
Dis­rupt the glance into forever

I beg of dreams
To find me
Plead at the feet of wan­der­ing
To turn back
And brush petals across my lips
To tem­per the alarm

I lie silent

©Jen2010 6–27

Rollin & Tumblin

Saturday, June 12th, 2010

The Street Breathes hack­saw rhythms
Young girls check for signs of men­stru­a­tion
Door stop mavens say God ain’t dead
He’s just in the South of France sun­ning
He’ll be back and as soon as he finds his scepter

Euro­pean Kings try­ing to make a come­back
Tout inbred genes and palace intrigues
Every Thurs­day night right after “The World ain’t got no talent”

Can­cer genes rise and float on amor­phous clouds
Laugh­ing and gig­gling
Con­sult­ing with the ora­cle of the damned
before descend­ing on Joe the mail­man
Two weeks away from retirement.

Me?
I’m just Rollin & Tum­blin
Rollin & tum­blin
Won­derin
If the Gods have Gods

Dream­ers vomit up yes­ter­days
Prepack­aged
In stan­dard belief pat­terns
Strands of inno­cence
Find no pur­chase
evap­o­rates
Lonely motes
Dust­ing Gaia’s weary bones

Me?
I’m just Rollin & Tum­blin
Rollin & Tum­blin
Won­derin
If the Gods believe in their Gods

Fire red blood
paint a land­scape
Only I can see
Soft­ened by the gen­tle blue of still­born babies
Mouths frozen in per­pet­ual why

Brides dressed in white
With pun­gent piss stains
Run­ning down sequined trains
Promise immac­u­late con­cep­tion
to well oiled machines

Me?
I’m just Rollin & Tum­blin
Rollin & Tum­blin
Won­derin
If Gods can be athe­ist
or are they just
Rollin & Tum­blin
Rollin & Tumblin

The song of the axe

Tuesday, April 20th, 2010

The dark­ness rouses and sighs
As the har­bin­gers of dawn
Sing
Like witches about a caul­dron
Work­ing spells of mys­tery and unity
Con­nect­ing the dis­parate melodies of this world



They would have me believe



Out­side my win­dow they orches­trate hope



Yet the axe sings also
Shak­ing off cob­webs
Lying in wait in the shoe­box of my life
It’s edge glint­ing
Sharp­ened by unimag­in­able steel pain
Flam­ing sparks ascend­ing the heav­ens
Tak­ing their place as burn­ing novas
In the fir­ma­ment
A song of blood and revenge
Always scream­ing it’s rage
Plead­ing for my soft caress
Upon it’s oaken shaft
’Let us leap upon this stage my Brother!
Let us together sing Mar’s mar­tial hymns of death“



Beseech­ing voices
And the gen­tle flap of com­pelling wings
echo hol­low against the dis­in­te­grat­ing Dark­ness
Lulling me
Telling me to aban­don pas­sion
“Look beyond your­self
To the eter­nal“



The Axe sings it’s song
Touch­ing
That which is only I
Resis­tance is futile
It’s melody too strong
It’s rhythm in time to my burn­ing heart
I grasp its oaken body
And flashes of power and rage
Vibrate down to my soul
“There is only us my Brother
You have no part of them
Let us go forth
And sing our song“



The axe screams a song
Only I can hear
The world trem­bles
And I…
Weep…

So I’m dead…Right?

Friday, December 25th, 2009

So I’m dead.

How do I know?

When you die there is this pre-recorded mes­sage that plays in you head.

You might be con­fused at the moment but let us assure you that you are indeed dead and we will be ser­vic­ing you shortly. Please wait in line and we promise an eter­nity of bliss awaits you. Thank you for your patience, the Management”

Now I am really pissed, I’m dead and I have to deal with voice mail? Bad enough I had to deal with it when I was alive.  At least they didn’t have an Indian accent…

So I’m wait­ing in line and there are some dick­weeds in front of me who are piss­ing me off. I’m hold­ing back because I am per­pet­u­ally pissed and I don’t want to cause a scene. The last thing I need is to get a Rep that I am a dead loose cannon.

Now the dicks in front of me are all excited about see­ing Mom and Dad and Grandma and Pa again… I’m like shut the fuck up and who gives a shit.

Now three places back there is a croc­o­dile in line. I’m like what the fuck is a croc­o­dile doing in line with dead humans? Nor­mally I would kick it’s ass but he is a big sucker about 20 feet long and rather large teeth. I want to start a con­ver­sa­tion with him, let’s face it how many oppor­tu­ni­ties do you get to have a con­ver­sa­tion with a dead fuck­ing reptile.

So I mosey back and say, “Yo croc what the fuck you doing here?” Believe it or not he has these read­ing glasses on and he speaks with an impec­ca­ble British accent. I’m like “This is too fuck­ing cool.” He tells me is name is Peter and he was rein­car­nated as a Croc he was king of France at one time. I’m doubt­ful; of course it seems every­one at one time was King of France. He seems like a cool dude. So I ask the obvi­ous ques­tion, “What the fuck you doing in line with dead peo­ple shouldn’t you be in the croc­o­dile line?” He apol­o­gizes pro­fusely and tells me even though he is a croc he still feels like the King of France. Who am I to argue.

I ask him if he wants to go to the Bar and he does. Now dead peo­ple drink like fish and the bar is packed so I ask him if he minds clear­ing a spot for us and he quickly chomps two fuck­ers down and WA-La we have seats. We start hav­ing a good time, he is a funny fucker and he has me laugh­ing my ass off over sto­ries about bang­ing the Queen of Eng­land. Shit, he said he nailed about all the royal pussy in Europe. I’m jeal­ous because all I nailed were some crack whores and an occa­sional mar­ried woman. What are you going to do.  Now the loud speaker announces “now serv­ing the dead croc who was once King of France” He apol­o­gizes and picks up the tab. I’m like “totally cool man”

He leaves and I’m stuck dead with fuck­ing humans. What are you going to do.

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