Posts Tagged ‘gods’

From the mouth of Cronus

Wednesday, April 20th, 2011

I don’t trust the walls
Or clean clothes
Or vapid phrases from laundromats

The voices always come when you’re alone

Punc­ture wounds stab the web of time.
The smell of unread books vir­ginal in their sin­cer­ity
Skele­tal remains of a long dead wonder

From the mouth of Cronus
Few can see
It shim­mers in and out of Plank’s con­stant
While dogs bark in trailer parks
And Moth­ers cry over the death of junkie Sons
Hung on meat hooks
Skin the color of blue sky

The proper peo­ple
In shim­mer­ing Samite robes
lay claim to per­for­mance
They do not eat
They per­form
Manip­u­lat­ing gold wrought uten­sils
Like mae­stros on a soli­tary stage
Din­ing on the mar­i­nated tongues of seers

Death is all around me
I hear and see the slow tick of dooms­day clocks super­im­posed on the face of strangers
Feath­ers fall to Earth shred­ded by dark rap­tors that patrol the sky in for­ma­tions of winged skulls
The winds hold its breath
I feel its dis­taste
I hear the splash and smell the stench of urine
While singers sing the won­der of cre­ation
The soft skin of rep­tile eggs
Suck at the hard­ness of the world

Bar coded chil­dren born old
Die young
Evis­cer­ated sur­vivors
Hud­dle around cold fires
With wild eyes
That sees only
Flat seas
Con­stant deserts
Promises wrapped in barbed wire
Elec­tric fences
Unscal­able walls
Moats of gold fire licks at Heaven’s bro­ken gate
Creak­ing in soft wind
Its unearthly moan tells the world
No one is home

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

Book of lost words

Wednesday, September 1st, 2010

In garbage strewed alleys
The Book lay aban­doned
A soli­tary Pen shud­ders in an uncar­ing wind
Rolling in time to the groans of dying gods

Words writ­ten in Human excre­ment
Smeared across aged brick
Pro­claim the death of truth
Who wan­ders aim­lessly
A men­di­cant seek­ing…
Always seeking…

Neon illu­mi­nates burnt souls
With store bought smiles
And snake oil pock­ets
Flash­ing credit cards
Like Gun­slingers
Car­ry­ing Coupons
Writ­ten in third world blood

The Book with need
The Pen with pas­sion
Lie cov­ered
With col­lec­tive indif­fer­ence
Who would grasp the Ink?
Who would give voice?

Invis­i­ble tears
Min­gle with flot­sam and jet­sam of the real
Blar­ing trum­pets announce Phony Poets
Sell­ing words and tin hearts
Pas­sion hangs on a road­side bar
Feet kick­ing
Tongue lolling
With a face the shade
Of Martha Stewart’s bed sheet du Jour

It rather die than live here

It lays in garbage strewed alleys
Aban­doned
Who will grasp the Ink?
Who will give voice?

The Worm called Ouroborus

Wednesday, January 27th, 2010

Doth thy hunger seek redress
In
Sub­tle Death?

Con­sum­ing essence
best left for
Children’s innocence?

Wouldst thy shed skin
And life
for
a but­ter­flies
Errant Path?

Dance to a falling leaf
in Autumns pain?

A drunk­ards folly
in muted scream?

The flayed skin of truth
Cry­ing imag­i­nary sin?

Would it be
The Die
Rolls
For purpose?

That the Ran­dom Gods
Do so shud­der
at Happenstance?

Would it be the clenched tear
Finds
res­o­lu­tion
In
Linens gen­tle catch

Eat not thy Tail Ourbo­ras
Seek truths gen­tle caress
Let her dic­tates
love you

Seek her embrace
And know
The truth
of pain.

Wouldst thy tail
be
An
End
Unto
itself?

Bubbles

Friday, January 15th, 2010

Bubbles…

How your per­fec­tion mocks me

Float­ing on gen­tle current

Adher­ing to immutable laws

As king­doms of men rot in dusty tombs

Ratios and pro­por­tions established

Before the Pharaohs were young

Before the ances­tors of man walked upright


Uncon­cerned with the triv­i­al­i­ties of the world

As kin­folk pop and burst upon the lilac scented air

Do you know the mys­ter­ies you carry?

Do you pon­der your mortality?

Ques­tion your purpose?


Can you plumb the depths of this world?

Pierce the shad­ows that claim the light?

See inside a woman’s heart?

Give mean­ing to the mad­ness I see?


I am flawed

A con­ver­gence of nucleic acids

Coded by uncar­ing mad­men at the the­ater of the absurd

I am the upside of the die

The tum­bling leaf tossed to and fro

by uncar­ing breeze

The spin­ning wheel whose destination

Yet deter­mined


You care lit­tle for the truths that drifts beside you

That affirm you

Spher­i­cal truths of an omnipo­tent God

Who taunts me


Bub­bles…

Only Bub­bles

Golgotha

Saturday, December 26th, 2009

Pale and brood­ing Golgotha

Built upon Aphrodite’s with­ered flesh

Her ancient bones seek­ing succor

Scorned, sup­planted in eter­nal rest

Loom­ing shad­ows pla­cate evil

Mes­sianic rum­blings chal­lenged death

Painted bosoms swell with passion

In orgas­mic shud­dered breath

Oh Gol­go­tha no light can pierce thy soul

Yet glo­ried in remembrance

Mak­ing maimed sin­ners whole

Oh Aphrodite in dream­less sleep you rage

Pri­apic Phallics engorged in adoration

Gather dust of a bygone age

Weary wan­der­ers wear­ing heartache

Their song a dam­aged howl

Pal­lid faces fash­ion tears

Hid­den by a sim­ple cowl

Gol­go­tha

No light can pierce thy veil

Death and mys­tery
Weaves the cloak you wear

Gen­tle Aphrodite

Is for­got­ten

Which is more than she can bear

She cries

Beauty fades

She cries

Beauty

Guinevere

Friday, November 20th, 2009

Guin­e­vere
Lay beside me
Let us lie upon sil­ver clouds
Hud­dled in Blan­kets of rain­bow
Bathe in essen­tial starlight
Each point of light diaphanous­ness por­tals
To what never was
But might yet come to pass
Where this bit­ter world does not exist
Where tears are never shed
Each new day a mys­tery
An unopened present
A child’s con­tented heart



Guin­e­vere
Do not speak
Words are clumsy use­less con­structs
The mere cack­ling of crows
Let the quick­en­ing of our hearts
And the trem­bling of our flesh
Sing our song



Let angelic choirs sing rhap­sodic coun­ter­point
Let the mae­stros of yore
play celes­tial instru­ments
Shak­ing the heav­ens
In thun­der­ous melody
Where even the dour Gods smile and nod
Know­ingly



Guin­e­vere
I am lost in your eyes
Falling help­lessly to an essen­tial core
The eye of the storm
The cen­ter of all things
I am no longer who I was
Merg­ing, meld­ing, blend­ing
Into some­thing new
Dis­tinct
Pure
What never existed before
Yet older than the ancient bones of Gaia



Guin­e­vere
Your name is the soft caress of a mid­night breeze
A glo­ri­ous spring day
A gen­tle rain that suc­cors parched earth
A balm that heals a bro­ken heart



Guin­e­vere…
Guin­e­vere…
Guin­e­vere…



A sin­gle tear rolls down my cheek
It is my gift to you

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