beliefs
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You May Be Good With LAND... ?
But That DOESN’T Mean...
That You’re Good With MAN...
Or INDEED... WOMAN... !!!
Or INDEED Of Course...
With... Your Children... !!!
don't you ever just want to throw up
at how many people use
our belief system to justify
their rancid, filthy hate?
i'd give my left arm and right hand to love everyone
the way i'm supposed to and
Iceland.
I’m pretty relaxed
And at the same time
Northern lights.
High maintenance sweet pea.
Face mask.
Make me look, because I don't want
to. Make me see it, because I
don't want to. But it's there. Its
staring me in the face, and I can't take it
anymore. Hate.
Thats it.
You may
Shut me up
Break my will,
Imprison me,
just because you
disagree
with
my
beliefs.
My Identity
The one thing I can’t live without is
my identity.
It tells me who I am
and where I go.
Give me freedom or give me death
-That is something I won't say
But take my beliefs and I'll have nothing left
I'd rather you take my possessions instead
In a world dominated by monochrome
Within an institution made to stifle creativity
Youthful societies assigned home
Of a stark black and white reality
The Experience of Self
By Andrea Spencer
Silver fingers
brushing soft pine’s needles
-whose frost scrapes
and burns this season-
into her human hands.
Entombed inside me is something that is beyond this state of the world,
beyond all the reality TV show drama, the sex scandals, the murder-suicides,
what a Hollywood starlet wore this week, who got shot and blown up yesterday;
Where the air flows fresh and crisp
And life radiates shades of green
And orange and red and colors
That run deeper than the scars
Of the Earth;
Where the grasp of man halts,
Giving way to nature,
Green sap oozing
from great gashes
in trees
into
paper, furniture, and houses
all for human needs
like the great stashes of black oil
oozing....
into
lakes, rivers, and streams
Some people are ones,
others are zeros
and the rest are among the infinity
this lies in between them.
I am among the infinity.
I'm incomplete, yet satisfied
The tree laughs
Children play below
On a hot summer day so slow
The tree is shade
And the tree likes offering aid
The tree smiles
A couple look deeply into each other's souls
I do believe in one God, but sometimes I have my doubts.I do believe in prayer, but it does not have to be said aloud.I do believe in going to Mass, but why particularly on Sundays?
I’ve always wanted to speak out,
Except I never really knew how,
But with the power of poetry and #YOWO,
Maybe my time is now.
I want to clear some things up,
Regarding my religion.
I do not wish to say a damn thing to you and your hypocrisy
Damnation of existentialism driven by your thoughts of “true” Christianity
Scrunched face and squinted eyes
A fairy is real when a child is young,
A belief is what that idea is among,
Everyone believes in something,
Societal change is what beliefs can bring.
Religion is something one cannot escape,
Our bodies are but an illusion to the eye. Its just like magic its an illusion to prevent you from seeing what is actually there. Many of us are led on by what is visible to the naked eye. Faith becomes extinct as we crave proof.
This slave-like mentality,
quite simply the reality of our
warlike principalities
whose brazen nationality is
worn thinly by brutality
fledged from personalities
I watched as you, though you never knew, came humbly to this earth
asking why, do we live and die and questioned at its worth.
