Religion

This isn't a moment of bliss unfortunately it's the candle I lit and burned myself on I had a scar for two weeks but now I'm marred by the two beaks of random ravens I'm crossing two peaks to get out of you i'mma blast all this back to you like raptor news so I'm tearing through with this black and blue and burgundy heaven is an idea to me of certain uncertainty god is ever present I hope she's circling possibly closing in on you and me you see John Milton had an idea of who I was- to be written about it in the long poem with a Capitol P that got lost in prayers so I ask you where is this paradise with dotted eyes and crossed T's like the crucifixion to me Jesus has fees and it's not that I don't wanna pay them I'm just broke but that don't mean I'm broken so here's a mommento of my soul. A little token. Let's meet on common ground maybe middle earth and thank Ms. Tolken for it for if you wish to be invisible religion is the ring I'm Peter Pan and this bible nonsense is to me like captain hook and smee. Take off your vanity and sprinkle on some pixie dust fly with me over mountains and the Red Sea to Moses's house and meet my queen B. It's poesy and her literature. No phonies and nature. Like I'm mack and the boys I'm meeting the divinity with a hello Our Father Who Art In Nature. Take it back to Milton for the meaning of my vocal milling as I identify as Satan. Not the way you saw him but the way those hopeless romantics praised him not the way he wrote him but rather the way I read him for I took it in and became one with the breathe of the truer God. The one that isn't so odd and outside this god is chilling on my bedroom sofa with no facade. And I'd like to think that's where we all are. Our flesh is a home for the divine in her own right without rhetoric, lime light, or hind sight. I am god. God just the same as my mother just as much as you are just as all my teachers and brothers. For jesus was not the only one to take the diety in flesh the second comming as come and gone 108 billion times as each of us has been born so too has God once more listen to these rhymes- if I am God the same as you and me and the great big oak tree then who is to stop me and say I am not to be the way God intended for me to be ah yeah now you see if God is to be then I get say I am me. So if I may be there is no question that all may lay proclaim to this and say God is in me and venture forth into Christian and Catholic blasphemy and say God is me dare to make a pastor dizzy but not really however I do dare you to take my words quite literally for this is genius in literary vows my tongue is gonna go to town when I'm spewing sick hot knowledge on this heaven deal. A perfect life after what we live what a steal. How I relate to others is as iron relates to steel. We are metals ready to be casted and melted onto a canvas to look like Elvis or whoever we see fit for God as I understand him is the truest form of God in my eyes and God as you understand him should be the purest in your sight but if you cannot switch spectacles for even a glance to the other side then this higher power we all find difference in will commit mass genocide in our name. I don't follow religion because it holds too much fame I follow my heart because God has that thing tamed so if I'm gonna walk a worn path why have new shoes let's explore the tree tops and excite the few views of this world that we have left to live it doesn't matter where you go as long the shoe fits and your sure not to step on another's foot or cross paths with ash in your hands and pray for soot. So look for God. Not in heaven. Nor in nature. For God is in all things and lays claim to yourself. We are all God just the same as we are books on a collective shelf. So promise me this room won't reach Fahrenheit 451 nor should this shelf inspire things like Catcher In The Rye. Have fun with whoever your God may be. Just remember that if you're looking for saving then look to a Mirror and Speak "Save Me".