When you say
Jesus, I hear Zeus
And therein lies
the problem
Lightning bolt
flinging monger on a mountaintop
Preposterous to
you in modern reflection
So in I see the
same in whatever name
The cross, the wood,
the Bible, the ramblings misunderstood
In step-language
Aramaic to Greek, to puzzle-printed papyrus
To cemented
credence beliefs
An oasis Quran, a
belly-fat Buddha, a truncated Ganesh
A three-foot
ninja blade Yoda, hosted on a planet swamp
Blip in a
universe scrambled eggs amongst infinite other universes
Galaxies, nebula;
Silly goldfish,
Ignorant to the
poisonous ammonia
In their feces to
other species
One book's joy is
another’s dismay,
Revealed
opportunity for reflection to explain; wars or
The chosen, the
beloved, the rationality for an all-of-the above
Floating in a
trinity of magnanimous divinity
I will never
again club my perspective with such historical limitations
Not for myself,
my progeny or those in which I confide I will not hide this clarity of perspicuity to communicate
That which is
hazardous to my habitat
To imbibe in the
Christ like chocolate-chip cookies for Santa
On the most
blessed of nights; as if history and divine pause
Created such
bowel obstructions of American commerce
Evergreen trees,
painted eggs, hippy-haircuts and attacks on gays
Aborting the
welfare queens before politics can abjure them
Sit on a gilded
Vatican throne before abstaining from
Culpability, sex,
parenting or the self-analysis for imperfection
That leads one to
the precipice of regret; Nah!
Mount Olympus is
humming with Poseidon, Athena, and Superman’s Dad
A normal dude on
his own planet; but magical on ours
Forsaken in a
metaphor, governance in a paramour
Eternal
ubiquitous love, blasphemous to validate or hold less than the crux
The pinnacle
fulcrum on which all our lives teeter
Into perdition or
paradise by an adjudicator’s meter
Take the answer;
take the cracker
Take the default;
or consider the later
That there is an
interconnected one; common between
Beholden to
free-will and physics
Innate to each
cognizant of the impetus of existence
Genesis by that
external to existence
Is a culpable
capability to recognize our mutuality
And thus our
benefit and detriment as a member of the whole
By the
repercussions and intentions of our choices
To go behind the
looking glass without a guide book
One either
embraces or fears such nudity
And so, much of
the world is screaming
Blaming others as
to why
Praying and
praying with bent knees and empty hands the whole damn time
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